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One Of The Boys - Mott The Hoople

"(Mick Ralphs/Ian Hunter) Know that I grow my hair just to scare the teacher My goodness gracious me ain't little Johnny a creature And I lost count of the times when I never bathed I'm one of the boys One"

All The Young Dudes - Mott The Hoople

"Well Billy rapped all night about his suicide How he kick it in the head when he was twenty-five Speed jive don't want to stay alive When you're twenty-five And Wendy's stealing clothes from Marks and"

Through The Looking Glass - Mott The Hoople

"Ladies and Gentlemen, The golden age of rock and roll.... Everybody hazy, shell-shocked and crazy. Screaming for the face at the window. Jeans for the genies, dresses for the dreamies, Fighting for a place"

Ride On The Sun - Mott The Hoople

"(Ian Hunter) Just done some living - still got the pain. Ain't done much giving - just my name Ride on my son, that cold steel rail. Still following you, oh lord I wanna try and lose this iron bail. Ride"

Roll Away The Stone - Mott The Hoople

"(Ian Hunter) Baby if you just say you still care Follow you most anywhere Roll away the stone, roll away the stone. And, in the darkest night, I'll keep you safe and all right Roll away the stone, roll"

Hymn For The Dudes - Mott The Hoople

"(Ian Hunter/Verden Allen) God ain't jive For I can see his love As it runs alive 'N one by one Through fields of rusted wire The war has just begun Oh, cross over shame like the wise dove Who cares not"

The Great White Wail - Mott The Hoople

"(Overend Watts) Like the sea after the storm You calm me, keep me warm and safe from harm. Heal my wounds, cure my pain, I feel cold, I feel rain on me again. So take me and hold me and keep me don't"

Wrong Side Of The River - Mott The Hoople

"(Mick Ralphs) I was born on the wrong side of the river Where the sun never shone on my brass Though the seasons were rapidly changing Oh the best things were coming too fast I was waving the flag of indifference Never"

All The Way From Memphis - Mott The Hoople

"(Ian Hunter) Forgot my six-string razor - hit the sky Half way to Memphis 'fore I realised Well I rang the information - my axe was cold They said she rides the train to Oreoles Now its a mighty long way"

Barking Up The Wrong Tree - Mott The Hoople

"I love those great big blue eyes I love those laughter lines Round about where an ill wind blows That's where for me it shines And I have no inhibitions That I wish to, put on If I did what would I inhibit A"

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