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My Life Is Natural - Slade

"I played the sands /f time and I loved and lost, They gave their bodies to two-time whores They gambled everything they got. A greedy mind cut out the cards They even loved with another man's wife."

So Far So Good - Slade

"For twenty odd years I've taken everything that's bad For twenty odd years I've wanted things I've never had oh was it all in the mind? Is it living the life of a King making the best out of everything"

I Win, You Lose - Slade

"You can try, taking me out of my home town. You can't take me home town out of me. Oh oh, I win you lose. You can make, you can make fun of my background, When there's nobody else around. Oh oh,"

9 To 5 - Slade

"Nanananana Get up late, the birds don't wait for anyone If you're running fast, the bus goes past, too bad You get to work, you feel a jerk, the boss is mad He says 'you think we're on go-slow - you better"

Daddio - Slade

"Daddio do the nasty Daddio don't come home Daddio's working on a 7 year itch Daddio's ready to roam Daddio plays the horses Daddio's out of luck Mama mama mama it's a sure fire shot Daddio he'd better"

Them Kinda Monkeys Can't Swing - Slade

"Everywhere has a wheeler an' dealer raised in the back streets of town Everywhere has a spieler who's a clown Every haunt has a hustler an' bustler born with the tongue of a snake Every haunt has a"

My Baby's Got It - Slade

"Baby got it, oo oo she got it Baby got it, oo oo she got it Well maybe you think you're Harlow, Lana Turner or a Hedy Lamarr Well, baby baby baby believe me you go too far My baby she can't stop it, my"

That Was No Lady That Was My Wife - Slade

"Uh huh, Jack the Lad with his three-pieced suit on Likes to keep his three-piece clean At the bar with his whistle an' flute on Chats to broads with his old routine They say, who was the lady I saw"

O.H.M.S. - Slade

"Oi It's no use in us working 'cos you'll take all we're earning - Mr Tax, Mr Tax, Mr Tax You've got pounds, we've got pence Why don't you come to your senses? Mr Tax, Mr Tax, Mr Tax You're bleeding me"

In For A Penny - Slade

"Do you remember the night in september The two of us laid in the hay? Do you remember the day in december And how we got carried away? If you're in for a penny, you got to be in for a pound, Ooh ooh"

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