SoTD: Song of The Day

I told you ’bout living in the U.S. of A.
Don’t you know that I’m a gangster of love
Let me tell you people that I found a new way
And I’m tired of all this talk about love
And the same old story with a new set of words
About the good and the bad and the poor
And the times keep on changin’
So I’m keepin’ on top
Of every fat cat who walks through my door

I’m a space cowboy
Bet you weren’t ready for that
I’m a space cowboy
I’m sure you know where it’s at
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I was born on this rock
And I’ve been travelin’ through space
Since the moment I first realized
What all you fast talkin’ cats would do if you could
You know, I’m ready for the final surprise
There ain’t no way around it
Ain’t nothing to say
That’s gonna satisfy my soul deep inside
All the prayers and surveyors
Keep the whole place uptight
While it keeps on gettin’ darker outside

I’m a space cowboy
Bet you weren’t ready for that
I’m a space cowboy
I’m sure you know where it’s at
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I see the show downs, slow downs, lost and found, turn arounds
The boys in the military shirts
I keep my eyes on the prize, on the long fallen skies
And I don’t let my friends get hurt
All you back room schemers, small trip dreamers
Better find something new to say
Cause you’re the same old story
It’s the same old crime
And you got some heavy dues to pay

I’m a space cowboy
Bet you weren’t ready for that
I’m a space cowboy
I’m sure you know where it’s at
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Artist: Steve Miller
Album: Brave New World
Release Date: 1969

I, I’ve been watching you
I think, I wanna know ya
Said I, I’m a little dangerous
Girl, I’d love to show ya

My jungle love, yeah
I think, I wanna know ya
Jungle love
Girl, I’d love to show ya

You, you’ve got a pretty car
I think I wanna drive it
I ain’t playin’, said I drive a little dangerous
Take you to my crib, rip you off

My jungle love, yeah
I think, I wanna know ya
Jungle love
Girl, I’d love to show ya

Come on baby, where’s your guts?
You wanna make love or what?

I wanna take you to my cage
Lock you up and hide the key
You only get water, baby
‘Cause if you’re hungry, take a bite of me

My jungle love, yeah
I think, I wanna know ya
Jungle love
Girl, I’d love to show ya

I think, I wanna
I wanna file my nails

My jungle love, yeah
I think, I wanna know ya
Jungle love
Girl, I’d love to show ya

Jungle love, that’s right
Can’t nobody fuck with me?
I got a bearskin rug
I got a fireplace too
And I’m all the way wild baby
All the things I could do to you

Jungle love
Yes, that’s it

Artist: The Time
Album: Ice Cream Castle
Release Date: 1990

When they kick out your front door
How you gonna come?
With your hands on your head
Or on the trigger of your gun

When the law break in
How you gonna go?
Shot down on the pavement
Or waiting in death row

You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you’ll have to answer to
Oh, Guns of Brixton

The money feels good
And your life you like it well
But surely your time will come
As in heaven, as in hell

You see, he feels like Ivan
BORN under the Brixton sun
His game is called survivin’
At the end of the harder they come

You know it means no mercy
They caught him with a gun
No need for the Black Maria
Goodbye to the Brixton sun

You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you’ll have to answer to
Oh-the guns of Brixton

When they kick out your front door
How you gonna come?
With your hands on your head
Or on the trigger of your gun

You can crush us
You can bruise us
And even shoot us
But oh- the guns of Brixton

Shot down on the pavement
Waiting in death row
His game was survivin’
As in heaven as in hell

You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you’ll have to answer to
Oh, the guns of Brixton
Oh, the guns of Brixton
Oh, the guns of Brixton
Oh, the guns of Brixton
Oh, the guns of Brixton

Artist: The Clash
Album: London Calling
Release Date: 1979

In days of old, when ships were bold
Just like the men who sailed them
And if they showed us disrespect
We’d tie them up and flail them

Often men of low degree
And often men of steel
They make you walk the plank alone
Or haul you ’round the keel

Hoist the Jolly Roger!
Hoist the Jolly Roger!
Hoist the Jolly Roger!
It’s your money that we want
And your money we shall have!

Hoist the Jolly Roger!
Hoist the Jolly Roger!
Hoist the Jolly Roger!
It’s your money that we want
And your money we shall have!

Of all the pirates on the seas
The worst of them was Blackbeard
So damnable a beast from Hell
He was the one they most feared

Any man who sailed with him
Was taking quite a chance
He’d hang them from the gallows
Just to see if they could dance ha,ha!

Hoist the Jolly Roger!
Hoist the Jolly Roger!
Hoist the Jolly Roger!
It’s your money that we want
And your money we shall have!

Hoist the Jolly Roger!
Hoist the Jolly Roger!
Hoist the Jolly Roger!
It’s your money that we want
And your money we shall have!

Artist: Adam Ant
Album: Kings Of The Wild Frontier
Release Date: 1982

Warm it up Kris
I’m about to
Warm it up Kris
Cause that’s what I was born to do
Warm it up Kris
I’m about to
Warm it up Kris
Cause that’s what I was born to do(2x)

Some of these homies try to rhyme, but you can’t touch this
I’m kicking the type of flow that makes you say "You’re to much Kris"
So feel the fire, of the one they call the Mac Dad
The fine brother packing, and what I’m packing’s real bad
If I could grab a hold of your soul, and never let go
Do the Jump, do the Hump and say "Ho"
Now that’s the state of mind I’m in, uh,
With rhyme after rhyme I win
The Mac (The Mac) never breaking them off
Some of them laying in a pad of Funk, keeping your speakers bumpin
The migitty miggity Mac came to get a wall
And my pants to the back that’s my everyday uniform
You little crew puff Mac Daddy wannabe
Keep dreaming cause a Mac you will never be
So all ya’ll with the Dr. Suess rentals
You can get the finger…the middle

Warm it up Kris
I’m about to
Warm it up Kris
Cause that’s what I was born to do
Warm it up Kris
I’m about to
Warm it up Kris
Cause that’s what I was born to do(2x)

(Hey yo Kris, kick it)

I caught you at the store (the store)
Peepin at my ride cause it’s dope (it’s dope)
And for you there’s no hope,
My name (is what?) Daddy Mac baby
Totally Crossed Out catching all the ladies
The H-I-P, I should be playing wit toys
Instead I put my head into making you make noise
That’s how I keep it, that’s my everyday life, and
I rehearse to keep it sharp as a knife man
I’m the grown brother who sucks to be messed with
Cause when I put the mic in my hand I start recking it
They call me the D-A Double D-Y M-A-C***
There ain’t another brother bad as me
When (I let go), sumthing from the (ghetto), word
Little brother kicking rhymes like you never ever heard
Daddy of them all, shooting to kill, like a gun,
Showing suckers how it’s done

Chorus
Warm it up Kris
I’m about to
Warm it up Kris
Cause that’s what I was born to do
Warm it up Kris
I’m about to
Warm it up Kris
Casuse that’s what I was born to do(2x)

Yea, now ya’ll know whats up
And the Mac’s all that
Yea, and we’re going to kick one more verse for ya’ll

Some of these homies try to rhyme, but you can’t touch this
I’m kicking the type of flow that makes you say "You’re to much Kris"
So feel the fire, of the one they call the Mac Dad
The fine brother packing, and what I’m packing’s real bad
If I could grab a hold of your soul, and never let go
Do the Jump, do the Hump and say "Ho"
Now that’s the state of mind I’m in, huh,
With rhyme after rhyme I win
I’m the grown brother who something to be messed with
Cause when I put the mic in my hand I start recking it
They call me the D-A-W-G  M-I-C,
There ain’t another brother bad as me
When (I let go) something from the (ghetto) word
Little brother kicking rhymes like you never ever heard
Daddy of them all, shooting to kill, with the gun,
Kris Kross show them how it’s done

Warm it up Kris
I’m about to
Warm it up Kris
Cause that’s what I was born to do
Warm it up Kris
I’m about to
Warm it up Kris
’Cause that’s what I was born to do (3x)

Warm it up Kris…

Artist: Kriss Kross
Album: Warm It Up
Release Date: 1992

I guess you’ve heard of my reputation,
I’ve had my share of foolin’ around.
But everybody needs stimulation,
and mine just happens to be all over town.
It’s an easy-money occupation, a first-class psychiatry.
But just once, I’d wanna make love without taking off my clothes.
Just once, I wanna make love with somebody who really and truly knows:

Contrary to rumor, gigolos get lonely too.
All my lovers need stimulation, but honey babe,
I think that I need you.

Maybe you’re the kind of person,
that could turn my world around.
Won’t you gimme little inspiration?
Maybe that’s what I need to make me settle down.
It’s an easy-money occupation, but honey one thing understand.
I’ve got more money than you could imagine in your wildest dreams.
But honey, money don’t make no happy man.

Contrary to rumor, gigolos get lonely too.
All my lovers need stimulation, but honey babe,
I think that I need you.

Just once, I wanna love without takin’ off my clothes.
Just once, I wanna love with somebody who knows.
That I got more money than you could ever see.
But honey, money won’t get me up off my knees.

Gigolos get lonely too.
All my lovers need stimulation.
But honey babe, I think that I need you.

Contrary to rumor, gigolos get lonely too.
All my lovers need stimulation, but honey babe,
I think that I need you.

What cha gonna do, baby?
Oh, what cha, what cha gonna do?

Ah, do you think we could have dinner sometimes, baby?
Well, how about to night?
Baby?

Artist: The Time
Album: What Time Is It?
Release Date: 1982