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If you think you can, well come on man I was a Green Beret in Viet Nam No more of your fairy stories Cause I got my other worries 53rd and 3rd Standing on the street 53rd and 3rd I´m

Beat on the brat Beat on the brat Beat on the brat with a baseball bat Oh yeah, oh yeah, uh-oh What can you do? What can you do? With a brat like that always on your back What can

Hey ho, let´s go Hey ho, let´s go They´re forming in a straight line They´re going through a tight wind The kids are losing their minds The Blitzkrieg Bop They´re piling in the back seat They´re generating steam heat Pulsating

Oh, oh, oh Sitting here with nothin´ to do Sitting here thinkin? only of you But you´ll never get out of there She?ll never get out of there Texas chain saw massacre They took my baby away from me But

PT-boat on the way to Havana I used to make a living, man Pickin? the banana Now I´m a guide for the CIA Hooray for the USA! Baby, baby, make me a loco Baby, baby, make me a mambo Sent

Hey, daddy-o I don´t wanna go down to the basement There´s somethin´ down there I don´t wanna go Hey, Romeo There´s somethin´ down there I don´t wanna go down to the basement

I don´t wanna walk around with you I don´t wanna walk around with you I don´t wanna walk around with you So why you wanna walk around with me? I don´t wanna walk around with you

Hey, little girl I wanna be your boyfriend Sweet little girl I wanna be your boyfriend Do you love me babe? What do you say? Do you love me babe? What can I say? Because I wanna be your boyfriend

Jackie is a punk Judy is a runt They both went down to Berlin, joined the Ice Capades And oh, I don´t know why Oh, I don´t know why Perhaps they´ll die [Second verse, same as the first] [Third verse,

Hey baby won´t you take a chance? Say that you´ll let me have this dance? Well let´s dance; let´s dance We´ll do the twist, the stomp, the mashed potato too Any old dance that you wanna do Well let´s dance;

Next time I´ll listen to my heart Next time, well I´ll be smart That girl could still be mine But I´m tired of the hurt Tired of tryin? I´m tired of the pain Tired of tryin? I´m tired of cryin?

You´re loudmouth baby You better shut up I´m gonna beat you up Cause you´re a loudmouth babe

Now I wanna sniff some glue Now I wanna have somethin´ to do All the kids wanna sniff some glue All the kids want somethin´ to do

Under the arc of a weather stain boards Ancient goblins, and warlords, Come out the ground, not making a sound, The smell of death is all around, And the night when the cold wind blows No one cares, nobody knows