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 McCartney Maybe I'm Amazed
| Baby I'm amazed at the way you pulled me out of time, hung me on a line
|  Ram Monkberry Moon Delight
| So I sat in the attic a piano at my nose ... and I gazed at that terrible site of two youngsters concealed in a barrel sucking monkberry moon delight
|  Wild Life Mumbo
| Take it, Tony! Well ... {after that, if you can make it out, you're better than I am!}
|  Red Rose Speedway Big Barn Bed
| Weeping on a willow, sleeping on a pillow, leaping aramdillos, yeah!
|  Band on the Run Jet
| Ah mater, much later
|  Venus and Mars Spirits of Ancient Egypt
| You could sell an elevator to Geronimo
|  at the Speed of Sound The Note You Never Wrote
| The mayor of Baltimore is here. After days now he can finally appear. Now at last he's here. But he never is gonna get my vote 'cause he never is gonna get a quote.
|  Wings over America Soily
| Liar, cheater, jungle chief, saint, believer on relief. Action painter, Hitler's son, and a Commie with a tommy gun.
|  London Town London Town
| Crawling down the pavement on a Sunday afternoon I was arrested by a rozzer wearing a pink balloon about his foot.
|  Wings Greatest Hi, Hi, Hi
| Get you ready for my body gun... I'm gonna do ya sweet banana
|  Back to the Egg Getting Closer
| I'm getting closer my salamander
|  McCartney II Nobody Knows
| Samson and Delilah would have made a crazy pair if that silly woman hadn't shaven off his hair.
|  Tug of War Ballroom Dancing
| Well I used to smile when I was a pup sailing down the Nile in a china cup with the recipe for a lovely day sticking out of my back pocket.
|  Pipes of Peace The Other Me
| But something took ahold of me and I acted like a dustbin lid.
|  Give My Regards to Broadstreet Not Such a Bad Boy
| I followed the leader into a tent but nobody told me that she owed some rent.
|  Press to Play Press
| Oklahoma was never like this
|  Flowers in the Dirt Don't Be Careless Love
| Saw your face in the morning paper, saw your body rolled up in a rug chopped up into little pieces by some thug.
|  Off the Ground Golden Earth Girl
| Fish in a sunbeam, eggshell finish.
|  Flaming Pie Flaming Pie
| Stick my tongue out and lick my nose.
|  Run Devil Run Try Not to Cry
| Sometimes I'm right, sometimes I'm wrong. I can't help it but don't know this song.
|  Driving Rain She's Given Up Talking
| But when she comes home it's "yap, yap, yap." Words are running free like water from a tap. Her brothers and her sisters can't get a word in edge-wise. But when's back in school again she goes into a daze.
|  Chaos and Confusion in the Backyard English Tea
| Do you know the game croquet? Peradventure we might play very gay, hip hooray any Sunday morning.
|  Memory Almost Full Ever Present Past
| I've got too much on my plate ... don't have no time to be a decent lover.
|  Electric Arguments Nothing Too Much Just Out of Sight
| I was ready to test with the whites of your ribs.
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