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Beru Revue ‘‘I Got a Job’’ Lyrics
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SONGS:
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(B. Beru, J. Healy, J. Sacks)
I went downtown, and I got my wife
Somewhere in the subway, I lost her life
Ain’t no union (union union), no security
Everybody know who, is takin’ care of me
Guardian Angels are keepin’ me safe
The concrete shelter and tyrannical waste
Play a little hopscotch
Play a little ball
Steal a can of spray paint
And write it on the wall (on the wall)
On the wall, go write it out on the wall
On the wall, go write it out on the wall
No help for the hopeless
No jobs for the unemployed
Got no favorite pastimes
Teach your children to destroy
(bridge)
Make a little timebomb, tie it up tight
Racial tension (tension tension) in the middle of the night
say who’s your neighbor? (who’s your neighbor)
Is he black or she white?
’Cause nobody knows who
Is out tonight, out tonight, out to night
Out tonight on the wall
Hoods they hang on the wall
Out tonight on the wall
Spray the IRA on the wall
Out on the wall
And the PLO on the wall
Out tonight on the wall
Spray the FDA on the wall
The hoods they go on the wall
On the wall
Hoods they go go go go go go on the wall
Hey, the hoods!
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(B. Beru, B. Larkin)
Healyism take one 1234,
Class is in B
Start on page 23, 24
Gene Upshaw I really want to be successful
Does everybody in there know that?
Clay Dalrymple ahahuh!
Healyism and Bobo Brazil
Shuck Sacksism
I’m not coming inner life
One time and you
Paranoia
I wasn’t thinking of you and all you’ve done for me
I wasn’t thinking of you (you) and the human tragedy
I was only thinking nasty things about myself
I sat alone at home where there was no one else
And I did something I could never do
I wasn’t thinking of you
I wasn’t thinking of you (you)
In all your ecstasy
I wasn’t thinking of you (you)
And the sexuality
I found the stack of penthouse
You hid on the shelf
I sat alone at home where there was no one else
And I did something I could never ever never do
I wasn’t thinking of you
Not you, ooooh
(bridge)
I wasn’t thinking of you
And all you meant to
I wasn’t thinking of you
And the universitality
I wasn’t thinking nasty things of you only myself
I sat alone at home where there was no one else
And I did something I could never ever never do
I wasn’t thinking of you, not you, say oooh!
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(B. Beru, G. Davis, K. Kweder, J. Sacks)
I got a job
He’s got a job
I got a job
Even though it doesn't look like much of a job to you
I got a job
He’s got a job
I got a job
And I know it ain’t much
But it’s all I’m able to do
I went downstairs to the coffee shop
To pick up a middle aged waitress
I got her upstairs I was so upset
I couldn’t get myself undressed
I took ’em down and it came up
Little did I know
I had a little fun in the afternoon
And I made a little dough
I got a job
He’s got a job
I got a job
Even though it doesn't look like much of a job to you
I got a job
He’s got a job
I got a job
And I know it ain’t much but
It’s all I’m able to do
(bridge)
Who’s got my job?
(I got your job)
I got a job
He’s got a job
I got a job
Even though it doesn’t look like much of a job to you
I got a job
He’s got your job
I got a job
And I know it ain’t much but
It’s all I’m able to do
(piano solo)
I got a job
He’s got a job
I got a job
I got a job
He’s got a job
I got a job
I got a job
He’s got a job
I got a job
I got a job
He’s got a job
I got a job
I got a job
I got a job!
Does anyone out there need a job too?
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(B. Beru, G. Davis, J. Healy, J. Sacks, R. Wynn)
They called Internal Revenue, oh no, oh no
They called Internal Revenue, oh no, oh no
They called Internal Revenue
They want to know a lot about me and you
They called Internal Revenue
I don’t know what I can do
We’ll have to sell the Chippendale real cheap (real cheap, cheap)
We’ll have to sell the beeyootiful things I wanted to keep (keep, keep)
I’m selling both my homes in the Bahamas
And my properties in Hong Kong
I’m calling up the auditor general
Something must be wrong
They called Internal Revenue oh no oh no
They called Internal Revenue oh no oh no
We got to call Internal Revenue
And stop the dirty stories about me and you
We got to call Internal Revenue
If it’s the only thing that we can do
(bridge)
Hope I get a refund
I’m a little bit short
You gotta send me the long form
I got a lot to report
You can keep the difference if any
I’ll pay it without fail
I’ll mail you back every single penny
I don’t want to go to jail
Call internal revenue, oh no, oh no
Call internal revenue, oh no, oh no
We’ve got to call Internal Revenue
And stop this silly nonsense about me and you
We’ve got to call Internal Revenue
If it’s the only thing that we can do
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(J. Mercer, H. Mancini)
(everybody knows the words to Moon River)
Moon River wider than a mile
I’m crossing you in style someday
You dream maker, you heartbreaker
Wherever you’re going I’m going with you
Two drifters off to see the world
There’s such a lot of world to see
We’re after the same rainbow
My lover is my friend
I’m waiting ‘round the bend
For Moon River and you
And you
And you
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(B. Beru, G. Davis)
I am the king of England gentlemen
I don’t die in a nuclear war
I am the king of England gentlemen
It’s something my people could not ignore
When I was young I was just a prince
A duke, my duchess and my innocence
I lost my crown and I lost my queen
Now it’s time for a new regime
I am the king of England gentlemen
I don’t die in a nuclear war
God rest ye merry gentlemen
I am the king of England, sir!
(bridge)
I believe we should have more sense
I’ll have a little chatty with the president
I’m the king and I can do what I please
I won’t end up like the Japanese
I am the king of England gentlemen
I don’t die in a nuclear war
God rest ye merry gentlemen
I am the king of England, sir
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(B. Beru, G. Davis)
I want to hang around with the fags
’Cause they got manners
I want to hang around with the fags
’Cause they know what to do
I want to hang around with the fags
’Cause they got manners
All the fags want to hang around with you
I never want to end up being a homosexual
I never want to get beaten black and blue
I never want to hang around with a homosexual
I never want to get tied up or abused
I want to hang around with the fags
’Cause they got manners
I want to hang around with the fags
’Cause they know what (what?) to do
I want to hang around with the fags
’Cause they got manners
All the fags want to hang around with you
I never want to open up dollies for Christmas
I never want to find a dress under the tree
I never want to dance around the ball with a limp wrist
And have all the jockoes making fun of me (wheeee!)
(bridge)
I want to hang around with the fags
’Cause they got manners (you’re welcome!)
I want to hang around with the fags
’Cause they know what (what?) to do
I want to hang around with the fags
’Cause they got manners
All the fags want to hang around with you
Boump, boump, boump, boump
Cruisin’ down Spruce Street
Looking for a friend got a friend to meet
How’d I get myself in this circumstance?
I can’t get my heart into something
Looking for romance
I wish I was a romantic I’d dance
It takes two to tango gonna dance all night
Takes two to tango gonna dance
Two to tango gonna dance all night
Takes two to tango gonna dance
Takes two to tango gonna dance all night
Two to tango, gonna dance all night
Two to tango, gonna dance all night
Takes two to tango, gonna dance
Two to tango, gonna dance all night
Takes two to tango gonna dance
Two to tango gonna dance all night
Two to tango gonna dance
Gonna dance all night
All songs © 1983 This Music (BMI)
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Lyrics taken from the album ‘‘I Got A Job’’ SF1183
on Straight-Face Records, Box 324, Newark, DE 19715-0342
Cover concept by Johnny Sacks
Photos by Nick D’aquanno George Evans
Artwork by Sam Moses
Poster design by Leslie Bertsch
Cover model: Georgianna Tangerine
Makeup: Giorgio of Drexel Hills
Concert sound: Dave Conner (pang)
Lighting director: John Larkin (there ya go)
Key grip: Christian Thompson
Best boy: Nick Norris
Imprimatur fr. Lon Geiland
Dedication: kbLxt
This is where we ran out of MONEY.