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Pack Up Your Troubles - Slade

"Somewhere down in the city there's a mad dog madder Somewhere out in the sticks there's a sad cat sadder But you ain't got to let it get on top of you No, you ain't got to let it get a hold You gotta"

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"

Get On Up - Slade

"I don't wanna get rough babe, Don't wanna knock you out of your shoes Make me feel like a man if you can, You know you ain't got nothing to lose Oh, I don't wanna get mean babe, So let me start finding"

Let The Rock Roll Out Of Control - Slade

"Leather Army, goin' barmy, givin' it some stick Denim Jackets make a racket, layin' it on thick Can't you see the rock there's gotta roll Can't you see the boys are goin' out of control Let the rock"

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"

Knuckle Sandwich Nancy - Slade

"A bunch of fives hit me in the jaw - Lovers luck pushed me on the floor, oh no Pulitzer prize in GBH and now I'm not just a pretty face, oh no (C'mon) Nancy pick me up - (C'mon) Nancy bring me round"

L.A. Jinx - Slade

"The Jinx . . . . Hooray - the demon's had his day The voodoo's had its say - they all been washed away Hoorah - here comes that shining star I'll keep it in a jar - the trumpets play ta-ra 'Cos the"

Scratch My Back - Slade

"Whoa-a-oh oh oh - how long can you go? Oh can you go a dozen times? How long can you smile or can you smile a dozen smiles? 'Cos every way holds something that's nice Try it once and then you'll try"

I'm A Talker - Slade

"Throw another log on the fire - fill another glass with desire Thank the lord if you're bored, Ive run out of stories to tell Time for bed. how's your head - I must say you look very well Im a talker"

Funk Punk & Junk - Slade

"You all get off on danger Don't want to live like a monk I don't care about the traitors in France I might be up on junk You wait to see the big city Find it's no big deal I don't care about custom made"

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