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Dire Straits - Assorted Songs



Sultans of Swing

You get a shiver in the dark
It’s been raining in the park but meantime
South of the river you stop and you hold everything
A band is blowing Dixie double four time
You feel all right when you hear that music ring
You step inside but you don’t see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down
Too much competition too many other places
But not too many horns can make that sound
Way on downsouth way on downsouth London town

You check out Guitar George he knows all the chords
Mind he’s strictly rhythm he doesn’t want to make it cry or sing
And an old guitar is all he can afford
When he gets up under the lights to play his thing
And Harry doesn’t mind if he doesn’t make the scene
He’s got a daytime job he’s doing all right
He can play honky tonk just like anything
Saving it up for Friday night

With the Sultans with the Sultans of Swing

And a crowd of young boys they’re fooling around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles
They don’t give a damn about any trumpet playing band
It ain’t what they call rock and roll

And the Sultans played Creole
And then the man he steps right up to the microphone
And says at last just as the time bell rings

‘Thank you goodnight now it’s time to go home’
and he makes it fast with one more thing

‘We are the Sultans of Swing’


Walk of Life

Here comes Johnny singing oldies, goldies

Be-Bop-A-Lua, Baby What I Say

Here comes Johnny singing I Gotta Woman

Down in the tunnels, trying to make it pay

He got the action, he got the motion

Yeah, the boy can play

Dedication devotion

Turning all the night time into the day

He do the song about the sweet lovin’ woman

He do the song about the knife

He do the walk, he do the walk of life

Here comes Johnny and he’ll tell you the story

Hand me down mu walkin’ shoes

Here come Johnny with the power and the glory

Backbeat the talkin’ blues

He got the action, he got the motion

Yeah, the boy can play

Dedication devotion

Turning all the night time into the day

He do the song about the sweet lovin’ woman

He do the song about the knife

He do the walk, he do the walk of life

Here comes Johnny singing oldies, goldies

Be-Bop-A-Lula, Baby What I Say

Here comes Johnny singing I Gotta Woman

Down in the tunnels, trying to make it pay

He got the action, he got the motion

Yeah the boy can play

Decimation devotion

Turning all the night time into the day

And after all the violence and double talk

There’s just a song in the trouble and the strife

You do the walk, you do the walk of life


Money for Nothing

 

Now look at them yo-yo’s that’s the way you do it

You play the guitar on the MTV

That ain’t workin’ that’s the way you do it

Money for nothin’ and chicks for free

Now that ain’t workin’ that’s the way you do it

Lemme tell ya them guys ain’t dumb

Maybe get a blister on your little finger

Maybe get a blister on your thumb

We gotta install microwave ovens

Custom kitchen deliveries

We gotta move these refrigerators

We gotta move these colour TV’s

See the little faggot with the earring and the makeup

Yeah buddy that’s his own hair

That little faggot got his own jet airplane

That little faggot he’s a millionaire

We gotta install microwave ovens

Custom kitchens deliveries

We gotta move these refrigerators

We gotta move these colour TV’s

I shoulda learned to play the guitar

I shoulda learned to play them drums

Look at that mama, she got it stickin’ in the camera Man we could have some fun And he’s up there, what’s that? Hawaiian noises?

Bangin’ on the bongoes like a chimpanzee

That ain’t workin’ that’s the way you do it

Get your money for nothin’ get your chicks for free

We gotta install microwave ovens

Custom kitchen deliveries

We gotta move these refrigerators

We gotta move these colour TV’s, Lord

Now that ain’t workin’ that’s the way you do it

You play the guitar on the MTV

That ain’t workin’ that’s the way you do it

Money for nothin’ and your chicks for free

Money for nothin’ and chicks for free


The bug

well it’s a strange old game - you learn it slow
one step forward and it’s back to go
you’re standing on the throttle
you’re standing on the breaks
in the groove ‘til you make a mistake

sometimes you’re the windshield
sometimes you’re the bug
sometimes it all comes together baby
sometimes you’re a fool in love
sometimes you’re the louisville slugger
sometimes you’re the ball
sometimes it all comes together baby
sometimes you’re going to lose it all

you gotta know happy - you gotta know glad
because you’re gonna know lonely
and you’re gonna know bad
when you’re rippin’ and a ridin’
and you’re coming on strong
you start slippin’ and slidin’
and it all goes wrong because

sometimes you’re the windshield
sometimes you’re the bug
sometimes it all comes together baby
sometimes you’re a fool in love
sometimes you’re the louisville slugger baby
sometimes you’re the ball
sometimes it all comes together baby
sometimes you’re going to lose it all

one day you got the glory
one day you got none
one day you’re a diamond
and then you’re a stone
everything can change
in the blink of an eye
so let the good times roll
before we say goodbye, because

sometimes you’re the windshield
sometimes you’re the bug
sometimes it all comes together baby
sometimes you’re a fool in love
sometimes you’re the louisville slugger baby
sometimes you’re the ball
sometimes it all comes together baby
sometimes you’re going to lose it all


Heavy Fuel

 

last time I was sober, man I felt bad

worst hangover that I ever had

it took six hamburgers and scotch all night

nicotine for breakfast just to put me right

‘cos if you wanna run cool

if you wanna run cool

if you wanna run cool, you got to run

on heavy, heavy fuel

my life makes perfect sense

lust and food and violence

sex and money are my major kicks

get me in a fight I like dirty tricks

‘cos if you wanna run cool

yes if you wanna run cool, you got to run

on heavy, heavy fuel

my chick loves a man who’s strong

the things she’ll do to turn me on

I love the babes, don’t get me wrong

hey, that’s why I wrote this song

I don’t care if my liver is hanging by a thread

don’t care if my doctor says I ought to be dead

when my ugly big car won’t climb this hill

I’ll write a suicide note on a hundred dollar bill

‘cos if you wanna run cool

if you wanna run cool

yes if you wanna run cool, you got to run

on heavy, heavy fuel


My parties

 

Well this is my back yard - my back gate

I hate to start my parties late

here’s the party cart - ain’t that great?

that ain’t the best part baby - just wait

that a genuine weathervane - it moves with the breeze

portable hammok baby - who needs trees

it’s casual entertaining - we aim to please

at my parties

check out the shingles - it’s brand new

excuse me while I mingle - hi, how are you

hey everybody - let me give you a toast

this one’s for me - the host with the most

it’s getting a trifle colder - step inside my home

that’s a brass toilet tissue holder with its own telephone

that’s a musical doorbell - it don’t ring, I ain’t kiddin’

it plays america the beautiful and tie a yellow ribbon

boy, this punch is a trip - it’s o.k. in my book

here, take a sip - maybe a little heavy on the fruit

ah, here comes the dip - you may kiss the cook

let me show you honey - it’s easy - look

you take a fork and spike ‘em - say, did you try these?

so glad you like ‘em - the secret’s in the cheese

it’s casual entertaining - we aim to please

at my parties

now don’t talk to me about the polar bear

don’t talk to me about the ozone layer

ain’t much of anything these days, even the air

they’re running out of rhinos - what do I care?

let’s hear it for the dolphin - let’s hear it for the trees

ain’t running out of nothing in my deep freeze

it’s casual entertaining - we aim to please

at my parties