From Madam Wong's to Starwood
To the Whiskey on the Strip
You can hear the crashing, blasting strum
Of bands that come to be real hip
And get a record contract
From a talent scout some day
They'll sell their ass, their cocks and balls
They'll take the check 'n walk away
If they're lucky they'll get famous
For a week or two perhaps
They'll buy some ugly clothes to wear
And hope the business don't collapse
Before some stupid magazine
Decides they're really good
Who's the leader of the club
That's made for you and me
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Hey! there, Hi! there, Ho! there
You're as welcome as can be
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************!
************!
Forever let us hold our banner
High! High! High! High!
Come along and sing a song
And join the jamboree!
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************ club
We'll have fun
We'll be new faces
High! High! High! High!
We'll do things and
We'll go places
All around the world
We'll go marching
Who's the leader of the club
That's made for you and me
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Hey! there, Hi! there, Ho! there
You're as welcome as can be
******************
************!
************!
Forever let us hold our banner
High! High! High! High!
Come along and sing a song
And join the jamboree!
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J'aimerais écrire des mots d'amour
Parce que parler c'est pas mon fort.
J'aimerais écrire des mots d'amour,
Les faire jaillir de mes trois accords, mais
J'ai un peu froid, comme a dit l'autre,
Et ce long frisson qui n'en finit pas.
J'ai un peu froid, mauvais apôtre,
Mon cafard me lâche moins souvent qu'autrefois.
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