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Boogie Blight
04:03
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In her mind, she hears this music - that’s hallucination
If she can’t stop the shakes she’ll make us get out the restraints
George made a mistake when he tried to quit cold turkey
And the Jacksons knew just exactly where to place the blame
Cannot fight boogie blight
Only way to treat, keep them on their feet
So sustain the groove ’til their health improves
They’ll be dancing their disease away
It’s 1518 and there’s a funky kind of flu in Strasbourg
If it can’t be contained we’ll be moving ’til we drop down dead
We’ve got to draw out all the jive
If they have a hope to survive
No breaks, no time to take five
I’m pretty sure it’s safe to say
A curse and the cure are the same
Turn up to eleven let’s play
Cannot fight boogie blight
Only way to treat, keep them on their feet
So sustain the groove ’til their health improves
They’ll be dancing their disease away
How we were to know disco helped to spread night fever
(All our sources say that disco was dead)
Time to divert all flights to funky town
(Contact your airline for compensation)
We need a jitterbug jab, won’t somebody please think of the children
(Won't somebody please think of the youth)
Kids, you can floss your teeth but you gotta keep your limbs bound up
Cannot fight boogie blight
Only way to treat, keep them on their feet
So sustain the groove ’til their health improves
They’ll be dancing their disease away
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2. |
Credit
03:20
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You were the one I worked hardest on
Spent time and money on you but now you're gone
We were a 9 out of 10 coming through
Standing by for 2 for 1 zen in the queue
Punched a hole through my heart, can't find a picture of you
Give me some credit where credit is due
Don't try to tell me I can start up anew
You kept me grounded, grounded it's true
You kept me grounded, roasted me then picked me up
I'd come around every day, you keep me regular
I just need to expresso myself
You give me palpitations, you're bad for my health
I'm caught out because I left you at home on the shelf
Give me some credit where credit is due
Don't try to tell me I can start up anew
You kept me grounded, grounded it's true
You were the one I worked hardest on
Spent time and money on you but now you're gone
We were a 9 out of 10 coming through
Standing by for 2 for 1 zen in the queue
Punched a hole through my heart, can't find a picture of you
Give me credit, you know that it's due, yeah
Give me credit, you know that it's true, yeah
Give me credit, that's what it's all about
Give me credit, you know that it's due
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3. |
Expressing
05:04
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When you step on the scene
I get a hit of dopamine
That positive feedback loop
Leaves me in hot pursuit
You and me babe, just Eukarya
Your voice on the phone
I’m tongue-tied with testosterone
Out of my mind and serotonin
I wanna fill you with oxytocin, vasopressin
I’ll get you expressing
Horizontal tango times
Told me you had to be mine
You were a net income
To my parental investment fund
I was not out looking for love
You give me chills I’m glad I brought some gloves
With just one whiff I lost immunity
Your T cells were so complimentary
You and me babe, just Eukarya
Your voice on the phone
I’m tongue-tied with testosterone
Out of my mind and serotonin
I wanna fill you with oxytocin, vasopressin
I’ll get you expressing
Your voice on the phone,
I’m tongue-tied with testosterone
Out of my mind and serotonin
You came out top trumps
In my biological partner sums
Resources in plenty
With attractive ancestry
I wanna fill you with oxytocin, vasopressin
I’ll get you expressing
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4. |
Find The One
04:13
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I knew it
When you walked into the room
That I blew it
I could not groove to this tune
I need to
Find a romance my heart beats for
I won’t mislead you
No, I won’t sit out anymore
Please show me to it
I don’t know what my cue is
I’ll keep turning the beat around ’til I find
The one who is keeping me by the sides
I know when we meet we will be aligned
When we come to repeat
You can’t steal it
From one of the corps de ballet
I feel it
The clock ticks my time away
Animal affairs
Two by two is how we’re meant to be
Someone is out there
To make this square to the power of three
Please show me to it
I don’t know what my cue is
I’ll keep turning the beat around ’til I find
The one who is keeping me by the sides
I know when we meet we will be aligned
When we come to repeat
I’ll keep turning the beat around ’til I find
The one who is keeping me by the sides
I know when we meet we will be aligned
When we come to repeat I won’t be behind
Keep turning the beat around ’til I find
The one who is keeping me by the sides
I know when we meet we will be aligned
When we come to repeat
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5. |
Share
05:23
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That message that you didn’t rewrite
After you were late to bed the last night
With all of this access
We can brighten your aspects now
House special chow mein and chicken satay
When you’d done only fifty steps that day
With all of this access
We can reduce your excess
We are here for you when you want to share
When you think no one could possibly care
All we want from you: please don’t spare no detail
Your inside voice is now up for sale
Booked with your hygienist for two thirty
After you searched for the ‘symptoms of scurvy
With all of this access
We have our best assets now
Comfort fit clothes with no polyester
You must be in your second trimester
With all of this access
We’ll pick out the perfect sundress
We are here for you when you want to share
When you think no one could possibly care
All we want from you: please don’t spare no detail
Your inside voice is now up for sale
With all of this access
We’ll pick out the perfect sundress
We are here for you when you want to share
When you think no one could possibly care
All we want from you: please don’t spare no detail
Your inside voice is now up for sale
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6. |
Pick Off The Pieces
04:26
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Order that you can take it back
For this one thing, I can give no slack
An unnatural synthesis,
A flatbread fave with a tragic twist
Aloha
Oh no no no
Pick off the pieces,
Save our pizzas
Now I could kill a calzone
I’m even known to make stromboli at home
It’s clear this isn’t a flash in the pan
C’mon Reykjavik and roll out the ban
Aloha
Oh no no no
Pick off the pieces,
Save our pizzas
Thinly sliced or chunky as heck,
Either is a sure-fire way to wreck,
A classic Neopolitan, no need to put it in
Panopoulos is dead - did you not get the bulletin?
Aloha
Oh no no no
Pick off the pieces,
Save our pizzas
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7. |
Turn You On
04:22
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You're always under my thumb
You go with me everywhere
But you cannot sustain
By me just being there
All we need is some extra juice
It will see us through I guarantee
I didn’t take good advice
Little and often is key
I was the one who burnt you out
Tell me why I cannot turn you on
I’ve lost the link that first got you to respond
There’s no use trying to force a fit that’s wrong
How could I neglect to reconnect?
I gave in to my forbidden fruit
And I would never go back
But all my friends are robots
They can’t replace what we lack
I was the one who burnt you out
Tell me why I cannot turn you on
I’ve lost the link that first got you to respond
There’s no use trying to force a fit that’s wrong
How could I neglect to reconnect?
Tell me why I cannot turn you on
I’ve lost the link that first got you to respond
There’s no use trying to force a fit that’s wrong
How could I neglect to reconnect?
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Crouton Cannon London, UK
Debut album "Soup Sessions" out now 🥣
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