Blondie - [EMG] Shakedown Lyrics
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            I used to get sick with solitude
            I was always better in the multitude
            But now I like it up here all alone in my ivory tower
            Hi-ho at the end of my rope
            I watch it all through a telescope
            I think I'd have a better chance to see the pope
            I get so bored with his shtick and his mini-minute d___
            And all his high and mighty s___, I'm a witch
            Well, well, well a wish wanna throw it in a ditch
            I'm concentrating on the big laugh
            You just acting like that d___ old Riff-Raff
            Shakedown baby
            I don't want to have to see
            What you got hiding in your body cavity
            I'm so sick of your Jersey rap
            Your slab rat white as a tic-tac
            Why don't you take a dirt nap
            You make me laugh and I know who I'm laughing at
            Big Jersey hoo-haa
            Like your style, like your freedom of speech
            Like your dirty thoughts, like your Cream of Wheat
            Tuesday is out
            Never may be great, level down and read 'em
            From the Garden State, this is a Jersey plate
            Saturdayin' pretty driving in the city
            Your boom is a distortion
            Your act is a contortion
            The perfume and pretension
            Your hair in invention
            Ha,Ha,Ha the hive is humming
            I thought I heard it all
            But there's still more coming
            Put it in, put it in, put it in, why don't you put it in
            You said your name was what
            What kind of a name is that
            Shooting past me on the turnpike
            Should have told you to take a hike
            But there was something
            I don't know what
            That I guess I kind of like, that nasty attitude
            Mediterranean lastitude
            I guess you did give me a rush
            Yeah you gave me a thrill
            Felt so hot and flushed
            I even had to take a pill
            And your pattern yeah your method yeah
            The way you deliver long and slow
            The way you get your percussion going
            Going strong, and it's my turn to be blowing
            Yeah singing my song
            You think you know me
            Think again
            Who's your friend
            Who put this freak flag in the mail
            Why you sending me this pig tail
            You back in Jail
            I got your post card saying
            How it is in that pen your in
            Signed don't forget me, lot's of love from adrenaline
            Give it a rest, give it a rest
            You got one dimension pure pretension
            Cross the river start to shiver
            Over to the big smoke, and it's no joke
            I told you one more word from you
            About Jersey and your dead
            Let me lick that uh uh
            Can I kiss that, no
            Let me kiss that
            Let me lick that come on
            Let me lick that
            Uh huh it might be too sweet
            It won't be too sweet
        
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