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I'm so Little Jack Horner, you're so Little Bo Peep
Let's get together in the lunch hour, but we must be discreet
I'm not the kind that makes the first fifteen 'cause given half the chance
I'd rather pet you and hold you and pet you
Pet you and hold you
Older but no wiser in a military spot
The NCO just told the C-in-C everything I'm not
I wonder why they wonder why I went A-W-O-L
It was to pet you and hold you and pet you
Pet you and hold you
It was to pet you and hold you and pet you
Pet you and hold you
'Cause you got a style that makes me want to stick with it
And you got a smile that just won't quit
And you got a walk that makes me wanna walk with it
And you got a smell like a magnet
Baby I wanna, I wanna, how I wanna
Pet you and hold you
I wanna pet you and hold you
Pet you and hold you
Can't get away with murder like all those pin-up boys
My middle name spells O-R-D-I-N-A-R-Y
I come across about as mean as a mouse but I become a lion
Each time I pet you and hold you and pet you
Pet you and hold you
Well I pet you and hold you and pet you
Pet you and hold you
I wanna pet you and hold you and pet you
Pet you and hold you
I wanna pet you and hold you and pet you
Pet you and hold you
I wanna pet you and hold you and pet you
Pet you and hold you
I wanna pet you and hold you and pet you
Pet you and hold you
I wanna you and hold you
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Cracking Up (Live)
03:13
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Cracking up, I'm getting ready to go
Had enough, I can't take any more
No pills that I can take
This is too real and there ain't no escape
At dead of night time, at crack of dawn
It comes upon me without warnings
Everybody all around me
Shaking hands and saying howdy
I don't think it's funny no more
Cracking up, like a worn out shoe
It ain't wet, but the world's leaking through
I'd run, but I find no pace
I laugh, but it's wrecking me, wrecking me
It make a shiver, it make a shake
It make a monster, just like an earthquake
Everybody havin' fun
I don't know how they can carry on
Because I don't think it's funny no more
Cracking up
At dead of night time, at crack of dawn
It comes upon me without warning
If I were a gunman I would shoot
I'd tear the hair out by the root
I'd make a knife out of a notion
All at sea in an ocean of emotion
I don't think it's funny no more
I don't think it's funny no more
I don't think it's funny no more
Cracking up, oh no
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As I walk
This wicked world
Searching' for light in the darkness of insanity, oh yeah
I ask myself
Is all hope lost?
Is there only pain and hatred, and misery?
And each time I feel like this inside
There's one thing I wanna know
What's so funny 'bout peace, love and understanding?
What's so funny 'bout peace, love and understanding?
And as I walk on
Through troubled times
My spirit gets so downhearted sometimes, sometimes
So where are the strong?
And who are the trusting?
And where is the harmony?
Sweet harmony
'Cause each time I feel it slippin' away
There's one thing I wanna know
What's so funny 'bout peace, love and understanding?
What's so funny 'bout peace, love and understanding?
We must have peace
More peace and love
It's just for the children of a new generation
So where are the strong?
And who are the trusting?
And where is the harmony?
Sweet harmony
'Cause each time I feel it slippin' away
There's one thing I wanna know
What's so funny 'bout peace, love and understanding?
What's so funny 'bout peace, love and understanding?
What's so funny 'bout peace, love and understanding?
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Nick Lowe London, UK
Nick Lowe has made his mark as a producer (Elvis Costello-Graham Parker-Pretenders-The Damned), songwriter of at least three songs you know by heart, short-lived career as a pop star, and a lengthy term as a musicians’ musician. But in his current ‘second act’ as a silver-haired, tender-hearted but sharp-tongued singer-songwriter, he has no equal. ... more
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