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Robert Frey

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Dec 16, 1997, 3:00:00 AM12/16/97
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Looking for the lyrics to Little Bones and Twist My Arm. Also any music for
those two songs.

Robert Frey

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Dec 16, 1997, 3:00:00 AM12/16/97
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Looking for lyrics to Little Bones and Twist My Arm.

Robert Frey

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Dec 16, 1997, 3:00:00 AM12/16/97
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Looking for lyrics to Little Bones and Twist My Arm. Also any music for
those two songs.


Dan Coleman

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Dec 18, 1997, 3:00:00 AM12/18/97
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Robert Frey <rf...@sprint.ca> wrote in article
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: Looking for lyrics to Little Bones and Twist My Arm.
:

As requested:

Little Bones
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It gets so sticky down here
Better butter your cue finger up
It's the start of another new year
Better call the newspaper up
2.50 for a hi-ball
And a buck and a half for a beer
Happy hour, happy hour
Happy hour is here

The longs days of Shockley are gone
So is football Kennedy style
Famous last words taken all wrong
Wind up on the very same pile
2.50 for a decade
And a buck and a half for a year
Happy hour, happy hour
Happy hour is here

I can cry, beg and whine
T'every Rebel i find
Just to give me a line
I could use to describe

They'd say "Baby, eat this chicken slow
It's full of all them little bones"

So regal and decadent here
Coffin cheaters dance on their graves
Music, all it's delicate fear
Is the only thing that don't change
2.50 for an eyeball
and a buck and a half for an ear
Happy hour, happy hour
Happy hour is here

Nothing's dead down here, just a little tired
They'd say "Baby eat this chicken slow
It's full of all them little bones"


Twist My Arm
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Thar she blows, Jacques Cousteau
Hear her sing so sweet and low
Lull me overboard, out cold
Gathered in and swallowed whole

Do I want to? With all that charm?
Do I want to? Twist my arm

You just hit me where I live
I guess it looked quite primitive
What was that supposed to prove?
Throw the call or he'll throw you

Sucked in by the victim world
Thirsty as a cultured pearl
Culled and wooed, bitten, chewed
It won't hurt if you don't move

Do I want to? With all that charm?
Do I want to? Twist my arm

Musical chairs, double dares, memorized stairs,
Shootin' off flares, springtime hares and broken down mares

Coward phones, big soup stones, prideless loans,
Grill-sick crows, motel moans and a big fat Jones

Martyrs don't do much for me
Though I enjoy them vicariously
After you. No! After me
No, I insist! Please, after me

Do I want to? With all that charm?
Do I want to? Twist my arm

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