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Shaft was a pop culture figure along t he lines of, I guess, Dirty Harry - except that he wasn't as much of a racist. So yeah, I was always a fan.

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Dip It Low [Full Intention Dub Remix]

Pop, Pop, Pop that thang
Pop, Pop, Pop that thang
Pop, Pop, Pop that thang
Pop, Pop, Pop that thang
Pop, Pop, Pop that thang
Pop, Pop, Pop that thang
Pop, Pop, Pop that thang
Pop, Pop, Pop that thang
Pop, Pop, Pop that thang
Pop, Pop, Pop that thang
Pop, Pop, Pop that thang
Pop, Pop, Pop that thang
Pop, Pop, Pop that thang
Pop, Pop, Pop that thang
Pop, Pop, Pop that thang
Pop, Pop, Pop that thang
[Verse 1:]
Says he wants you
He says he needs you
It's real talk, then why not make him wait for you
If he really wants you
If he really needs you
Really got to have you
Take your time and feel him out
When he's a good boy
I mean a really really good boy
Why not let him lay with you
That's when you give it to him good
[Chorus 4x:]
Dip it low
Pick it up slow
Roll it all around
Poke it out like your back broke
Pop pop pop that thing
Ima show you how to make your man say "Ooo"
Dip it low
Pick it up slow
Roll it all around
Poke it out like your back broke
Pop pop pop that thing
Ima show you how to make your man say "Ooo"
[Verse 2:]
You getting bold
He growin' cold
It's just the symptoms of young love
Growin' old
You think it's time
And you're thinking of leaving
But give it time
It's late at night

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song performed by Christina Milian
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Yeah,yeah,yeah,yeah,yeah

I love you baby since we were at school
I didnt show it I was a fool
You were burning I was cold as ice
And baby now I realize
Oh yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Wooo-oooh-oooh-oooh
Wooo-oooh-oooh-oooh
I gave you misery I gave you lies
I never hurt you, apologize
I love your lips I love your eyes
I love your breasts I love your thighs
Yeah yeah yeah yeah (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Wooo-oooh-oooh-oooh
Wooo-oooh-oooh-oooh
Wooo-oooh-oooh-oooh
Wooo-oooh-oooh-oooh
Now all I can do is hope and pray
That youll forgive me before its too late
Theres only one thing I can say to you
You know I love you you know its true
Oh yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Wooo-oooh-oooh-oooh
Wooo-oooh-oooh-oooh
Wooo-oooh-oooh-oooh
Wooo-oooh-oooh-oooh
Yeah yeah yeah yeah (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah (yeah yeah yeah yeah)

song performed by Pogues
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A Map Of Culture

Culture

Contents

What is Culture?

The Importance of Culture

Culture Varies

Culture is Critical

The Sociobiology Debate

Values, Norms, and Social Control

Signs and Symbols

Language

Terms and Definitions

Approaches to the Study of Culture

Are We Prisoners of Our Culture?

What is Culture?

I prefer the definition used by Ian Robertson: 'all the shared products of society: material and nonmaterial' (Our text defines it in somewhat more ponderous terms- 'The totality of learned, socially transmitted behavior. It includes ideas, values, and customs (as well as the sailboats, comic books, and birth control devices) of groups of people' (p.32) .

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poem by Nyein Way
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Pop Muzik

New york london paris munich
[repeat 32 times]
New york london paris munich
Everybody talk about...pop muzik
Pop...pop...pop...pop...muzik
Pop...pop...pop...pop...muzik
Pop...pop pop...muzik
Pop...pop pop...muzik
Pop...pop pop...muzik
Pop...pop pop...muzik
Pop pop pop pop pop pop pop muzik
[repeat 8 times]
Shooby dooby doo whop
Pop dop shoo whop
Shooby dooby doo whop
Pop dop shoo whop
Radio video
Boogie with a suitcase
You're living in a disco
Forget about the rat race
Let's do the milkshake
Sell it like a hotcake
Try some, buy some
Fee fie foursome
Talk about...pop muzik
Talk about...pop muzik
Talk about...pop muzik
Talk about...pop muzik
Dance to the pop mart
Top of food chain
Listen to the countdown
They're playing our song again
If you wanna be a gun slinger
Don't be a rock singer
Eenie meenie miney moe
Anyway you want to go
Talk about...pop muzik
Talk about...pop muzik
Talk about...pop muzik
Talk about...pop muzik
Pop...pop muzik
Pop pop pop pop pop pop pop muzik
[repeat until end]

song performed by U2
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Song: Popular Culture

Oh I'm sick to death of spin,
And this banal, self-serving sin,
That justifies usurpation like a king.
When shove will come to push,
Weilding power without blush,
This vigilante State is so right-wing!

Pop, pop, popular history,
Grows a crop of myth and mystery,
Where legends reap the cynical flattery,
That maintains the lie:
Of who we are,
What we've become,
In whose name,
Was violence done;
Of why we're here,
And how we came.
Who's excused,
And who's to blame.
Of where we're going,
And where we're from;
And what we're doing,
To right the wrongs...

Pop, pop, popular culture.
Does it diminish or exalt ya?
Pop, pop, popular culture.
Is it Art or just sheer torture?

Pop, pop, popular culture;
Soporific by it's nature,
From mediocre to bad.
Pop, pop, popular culture,
Confers on all a bland inertia,
Embracing every fad:
Of how we look,
The way we feel;
What is image,
And what is real.
Of what to eat,
And what to wear;
How best to cheat,
Or how to care.
The puzzle of love,
The seizures of hate;
How best to survive,
The quirks of cruel fate.
The rule of the stars,
Or the lives of the great;
Hints from the famous,

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poem by Dave SmithWhite
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Daddy Pop

Oh daddy
Oooh, sock it to me
See my brother talkin plently head
Steady wishin he could sleep in your bed
Steady wishin he was in your car
Just a steady wishin that he was who you are
Pop daddy - daddy pop
Brother steady talkin while
The girlies steady hop
Pop daddy - daddy pop
Punchin in the rock and roll clock (oh daddy)
See all the people wonder why
You set your goals high - high as the sky
See the people runnin from the truth
Livin in the past
When they need to be livin the new
Pop daddy (oh yeah) - daddy pop
Brother steady talkin while
The girlies steady hop
Pop daddy - daddy pop
Punchin in the rock and roll clock
Pop - daddy pop
Pop - punchin in the rock and roll clock
Talk, guitar, talk
(oh daddy)
Daddy pop is the writer and love is the book
U better look it over before you overlook
One - oh daddy
Two - oh yeah
Three - ooo, sock it to me
Four - oh (come on), your the best
See all my critics wastin time
Worryin about the daddy while he beat you blind
Get your life together - stop your cryin
Whenever you say that you cant -
Thats when you need to be tryin
Pop daddy - daddy pop (oh daddy)
Brother steady talkin while (steady, steady, steady)
The girlies steady hop
Pop daddy - daddy pop
Punchin in the rock and roll clock (punchin in... punchin in)
What kind of fool is this, that thinks daddy will miss
What kind of boy would dis, a list, as long as his-tory itself
I got grooves and grooves up on the shelf (oh daddy)
Deep purple concord jams (oh yeah)
This party I will slam (I dont think)
I dont think you understand (sock it to me)
Whatever you cant do - daddy can
The one and only daddy pop
(oh daddy) one and only - daddy pop

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song performed by Prince
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Wanna Be Startin Somethin

Chorus
I said you wanna be startin somethin
You got to be startin somethin
I said you wanna be startin somethin
You got to be startin somethin
Its too high to get over (yeah, yeah)
Too low to get under (yeah, yeah)
Youre stuck in the middle (yeah, yeah)
And the pain is thunder (yeah, yeah)
Its too high to get over (yeah, yeah)
Too low to get under (yeah, yeah)
Youre stuck in the middle (yeah, yeah)
And the pain is thunder (yeah, yeah)
1st verse
I took my baby to the doctor
With a fever, but nothing he found
By the time this hit the street
They said she had a breakdown
Someones always tryin to start my baby cryin
Talkin, squealin, lyin
Sayin you just wanna be startin somethin
Chorus
I said you wanna be startin somethin
You got to be startin somethin
I said you wanna be startin somethin
You got to be startin somethin
Its too high to get over (yeah, yeah)
Too low to get under (yeah, yeah)
Youre stuck in the middle (yeah, yeah)
And the pain is thunder (yeah, yeah)
Its too high to get over (yeah, yeah)
Too low to get under (yeah, yeah)
Youre stuck in the middle (yeah, yeah)
And the pain is thunder (yeah, yeah)
2nd verse
You love to pretend that youre good
When youre always up to no good
You really cant make him hate her
So your tongue became a razor
Someones always tryin to keep my baby cryin
Treacherous, cunnin, declinin
You got my baby cryin
Chorus
I said you wanna be startin somethin
You got to be startin somethin
I said you wanna be startin somethin
You got to be startin somethin
Its too high to get over (yeah, yeah)
Too low to get under (yeah, yeah)
Youre stuck in the middle (yeah, yeah)

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song performed by Michael Jackson
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Pop and Culture

Peeps peep on pop and culture.
People peep on pop and culture.
There's a peep on pop and culture,
With not a poop to stop.

They peep on pop and culture.
People peep on pop and culture.
There is a peep on pop and culture,
Without a poop to stop.

Lady Gaga got that pop.
People peep on pop and culture.
Taylor Swift's got Country Rock.
People peep on pop and culture.
And Kanye's a social poppa.
People peep on pop and culture.
With Beyonce and Jay-Z,
Seen on top in magazines.

Peeps peep on pop and culture.
People peep on pop and culture.
There's a peep on pop and culture,
With no poop to stop.

Peeps peep on pop and culture.
People peep on pop and culture.
There's a peep on pop and culture,
With no poop to stop.

We feed on Beatles.
Those songs of Beatles.
We feed on Beatles.
And...
Prince is there with beats.
And Michael Jackson's Pop is sweet.

We feed on Beatles.
Those songs of Beatles.
We feed on Beatles.
And Lady Gaga just rocks.

We feed on Beatles.
And they introduced this culture shock.

Peeps peep on pop and culture.
People peep on pop and culture.
There's a peep on pop and culture,
With not a poop to stop.

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Bring It On!

Bring it on.
Don't keep it as a teaser.
Just bring it on.
You must want me on bended knee.
Bring it on!
I'm curious as I can be.
So bring it on!
You've got my interest high,
Tell me what it is but please don't lie!

What's that you've got?
Does it have my name on it?
Is it in a box?
Is it cool or hot?

What's that you've got?
Is it good or not?

Bring it on.
Don't keep it as a teaser.
Just bring it on.
You must want me on bended knee.
Bring it on!
I'm curious as I can be.
So bring it on!
Just bring it on!

Aaahhh...
Pop pop pahdop pop pop.
What's that you've got?
Aaahhh...
Pop pop pahdop pop pop.
What's that you've got?
Aaahhh...
Pop pop pahdop pop pop.
What's that you've got?
Aaahhh...
Pop pop pahdop pop pop.
What's that you've got?

Don't keep it as a teaser,
You'll distance me.
Aaahhh...
Pop pop pahdop pop pop.
Bring it.
Aaahhh...
Pop pop pahdop pop pop.
Bring it.
Aaahhh...
Pop pop pahdop pop pop.

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Happy People

Ladies and Gentlemen
This here's another one for the steppers
DJ Wayne Williams put the Record on
Woah-ohh-ohh... yeah, oh yeah
Woah (whoa...) yeah (follow me, follow me, follow me) woah
Tell me what do we do when the DJ's playing our favourite groove?
(We step) to when? (The whole night through)
And what do we do when we're all dressed up and in the mood?
(We step) to what? (A stepper's groove)
Where do we go soon as the weekend gets here?
(The club) why? (To party and have some fun)
What is it that can come and take away all your stress, tell me?
(Music) no further questions you have passed my test
Happy people (yeah, yeah, yeah) ohh
Keeps the world (yeah, yeah) (turning) oh yeah (turning) I believe it
Happy people (yeah, yeah, yeah) ohh
Keeps us all (yeah, yeah) (dancing) dancing (dancing) oh whoa
Happy people (yeah, yeah, yeah) yeah
Keeps us all(yeah, yeah) (stepping) stepping (stepping) ooh, and
Happy people (yeah, yeah, yeah) oh-oh
Keeps the music (yeah, yeah) (grooving, grooving)
Tell me... now what do you do (what do you do) when the feeling has come over you (yeah... oh)
(You let go) and what? (let it take control) (whoa)
Ladies, what do you say when a gentlemen asks you to dance, you (ooh)
(say yes) and then? (Get on the dance floor)
Even when it seems we're going through some hard times, what do we do?
(Keep smiling) 'cause we know (we're gonna make it through)
Now, what is it that can come and take away all your stress, tell me? (No stress)
(Music) no further questions, you have passed my test
Happy people (yeah, yeah, yeah) whoo
Keeps the world (yeah, yeah) (turning) turning (turning) oh I believe it
Happy people (yeah, yeah, yeah) whoo
Keep us (yeah, yeah) (dancing) dancing, dancing (dancing)
Happy people (yeah, yeah, yeah) yeah
Keep us (yeah, yeah) (stepping) keep us stepping (stepping)
Happy people (yeah, yeah, yeah)(happy people) oh-oh
Keeps us yeah(yeah, yeah) (grooving) grooving (grooving)
I just wanna get dressed and go out, yeah
(I wanna get dressed, I wanna go out) ohh
(Can you tell me where the spot is?)
Where they're partying all night (yeah)
And everybody's having a good time (yeah, yeah)
(I wanna get live, I wanna get loud) (yeah, whoo)
(Can you tell me where the spot is?) (Take me to that place)
Come on take me to that place (take me to that place)
Where there are nothing but happy...
Woah... yeah
(Happy) ohh
(Happy) ooh
(Happy)

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Make My Head Go Pop

(words & music: per gessle)
Published by hiphappy
I dont know much about you but Im pretty sure I wanna be with you
I havent got a clue what is wrong, what is right, what is left to do
I read a magazine
I watch tv-screen
I dive into a dream only to find me in love with you
I wish youll never stop to make my head go pop
You make my head go pop pop p-pop pop pop pop every time youre around
Its a pleasant valley sunday and everthing seems to be beautiful
People go to church but Im found contemplating by the swimmingpoll
Im gazing at the sun
I watch him bringing joy to everyone
I feed the ducks with a bum only to find me in
Love with you
I wish youll never stop to make my head go pop
You make my head go pop pop pop pop pop pop
You make my head go pop pop p-pop pop pop pop ever time
Youre around
Press to play and never stop to make my head
Go pop
Yea, you make my head go pop pop pop pop pop pop
Every time youre around
Make my head go pop pop pop
Make my head go pop pop
Go pop pop
I feed the ducks with a bun only to find me in love with you

song performed by Roxette
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Harry Rag

Ah, tom is young and tom is bold
Tom is as bold as the knights of old
But whenever he gets in a bit of a jam
Theres nothing he wont do to get a harry rag
Harry rag, harry rag
Do anything just to get a harry rag
And he curses himself for the life hes led
And rolls himself a harry rag and puts himself to bed
Ah, toms old ma is a dying lass
Soon they all reckon shell be pushing up the grass
And her bones might ache and her skin might sag
But still shes got the strength to have a harry rag
Harry rag, harry rag
Do anything just to get a harry rag
And she curses herself for the life shes led
And rolls herself a harry rag and puts herself to bed
Ah, bless you tax man, bless you all
You may take some but you never take it all
But if I give it all, I wont feel sad
As long as I got enough to buy a harry rag
Harry rag, harry rag
Do anything just to get a harry rag
And I curse myself for the life Ive led
And roll myself a harry rag and put myself to bed
Ah, the smart young ladies of the land
Cant relax without a harry in their hand
And they light one and they boast and brag
So content because they got a harry rag
Harry rag, harry rag
Do anything just to get a harry rag
And theyll light one and theyll boast and brag
So content because they got a harry rag
Harry rag, harry rag
Ill do anything just to get a harry rag
And I curse myself for the life Ive led
And roll myself a harry rag and put myself to bed

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Harry Rag

Ah, tom is young and tom is bold
Tom is as bold as the knights of old
But whenever he gets in a bit of a jam
Theres nothing he wont do to get a harry rag
Harry rag, harry rag
Do anything just to get a harry rag
And he curses himself for the life hes led
And rolls himself a harry rag and puts himself to bed
Ah, toms old ma is a dying lass
Soon they all reckon shell be pushing up the grass
And her bones might ache and her skin might sag
But still shes got the strength to have a harry rag
Harry rag, harry rag
Do anything just to get a harry rag
And she curses herself for the life shes led
And rolls herself a harry rag and puts herself to bed
Ah, bless you tax man, bless you all
You may take some but you never take it all
But if I give it all, I wont feel sad
As long as I got enough to buy a harry rag
Harry rag, harry rag
Do anything just to get a harry rag
And I curse myself for the life Ive led
And roll myself a harry rag and put myself to bed
Ah, the smart young ladies of the land
Cant relax without a harry in their hand
And they light one and they boast and brag
So content because they got a harry rag
Harry rag, harry rag
Do anything just to get a harry rag
And theyll light one and theyll boast and brag
So content because they got a harry rag
Harry rag, harry rag
Ill do anything just to get a harry rag
And I curse myself for the life Ive led
And roll myself a harry rag and put myself to bed

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Freakin It

Im bout to freak this
Ha ha ha ha
What what what what
Uh big will uh Im bout to freak this
What you want me to freak this
Just peep it while I freak this
Aiight aiight
Im bout to freak this full out the king of the hill
Big will keepin it real knees to the grill
The whole set on lock down making you flock down
To where Im at to hear my rap
I be that cat that set trends
Where yall at
On the corner with your freinds
Heard you screamin about cream in your rap kid
Yo my last check for wild wild west came on a flat bed
Once and for all lets get this straight
How you measure a rapper what make an mc great
Is it the sales 20mill
Is it the cars bentlys
Is it the women jada
Is it the money please
Mr clean yet the fact remain
Got girls that dont speak english screamin my name
All you rappers yellin bout who you put in a hearse
Do me a favour write one verse without a curse
Im bout to freak this yeah yeah
What you want me to freak this yeah yeah
Dont sleep Im gonna freak this yeah yeah
Yo its smooth when I freak this yeah yeah
Lay back Im bout to freak this yeah yeah
Peep this when I freak this yeah yeah
Lay on back Im bout to freak this yeah yeah
What you want me to freak this yeah yeah
I dont wanna see yall sittin around dont wanna see yall sittin around
I dont wanna see yall sittin around dont wanna see yall sittin around
Aiight one more give dejavu
Up the chart yo yall see the way I flew
Cant nobody do this the way I do
You like how I freaky freak this say I do I do
Haters sick of the hits like the witch of the west no body wicked as this
I read in rap pages they refer to me as soft
Yeah more like microsoft
Will gates of the rap game
Quintessential megalomaniac
Whats my rap name big will
Im the man not conceited Im as good as I say I am
Dang diggy dang da dang da dang diggy diggy
Back withe the track masters to bang jiggy jiggy
Yo every time time I shoot I score

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Mony Mony 'Live'

Here she come down, say "Mony, Mony"
Well, shoot 'em down, turn around, come home, honey
Hey!, she gimme love an' I feel alright now
Everybody! You got me tossin' turnin' in the night, make me
feel alright
I say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah
Well you make me feel Mony, Mony
So Mony, Mony
Good Mony, Mony
Yeah! Mony, Mony
So good! Mony, Mony
Oh, yeah! Mony, Mony
Come on! Mony, Mony
All right, baby! Mony, Mony
Say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah
Break 'dis, shake 'dis, Mony, Mony
Shot gun, get it done, come on, honey
Don't stop cookin', it feels so good, yeah
Hey! Well don't stop now, hey, come on Mony, well come on,
Mony
I say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah
Well you make me feel Mony, Mony
So Mony, Mony
Good Mony, Mony
Yeah! Mony, Mony
So good! Mony, Mony
Oh, yeah! Mony, Mony
Come on! Mony, Mony
All right, baby! Mony, Mony
I say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah
Oo, I love your Mony, moan, moan, Mony
Oo, I love your Mony, moan, moan, Mony
Oo, I love your Mony, moan, moan, Mony
Oo, I love your Mony, moan, moan, Mony
I say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah
Come on! Mony, Mony
Come on! Mony, Mony
Come on! Mony, Mony
Mony, Mony
Mony, Mony
Mony, Mony
Mony, Mony

song performed by Billy Idol
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Here Come The 90s

Talk about the world
I see it everyday
Talk about your heart
And things we have to say
I can here the whales
Whisper in the trees
I can hear their hearts
Calling out to - me
I can hear the waves
Breaking through your heart
I can hear your voice
Calling from the start
I can feel the wheels
Turning up ahead
I can see your voice
Telling me whats there
And the rivers not too wide heavy dreaming on the other side
In the summer well collide as lovers
Talk without words
We do it all the time
Talking with your heart
Melting into mine
Talk about the boys
When you talk about the girls
I can hear their voice
Ripping round the world
And the rivers not too wide heavy dreaming on the other side
In the summer well be fine like two lovers with a pair of eyes
In the summer well collide as lovers
Here come the 90s yeah, yeah, yeah!
Here come the 90s
Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah!)
Here come the 90s yeah, yeah, yeah!
Here come the 90s
Oooh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah!)
Here come the 90s yeah, yeah, yeah!
5 4 3 2 1 in the 21st century
(yeah!, yeah!, yeah!)
In the 21st century
(yeah!, yeah!, yeah!)
In the 21st century
Yeah! yeah! (yeah!, yeah!, yeah!)
In the 21st century
(yeah!, yeah!, yeah!)
In the 21st century
Yeah! yeah! (yeah!, yeah!, yeah!)
In the 21st century
(yeah!, yeah!, yeah!)
In the 21st century
Yeah! yeah! (yeah!, yeah!, yeah!)

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song performed by Men Without Hats
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My Baby Loves Me

BY SYLVIA MOY, WILLIAM STEVENSON AND IVY HUNTER
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My baby loves me, oh yeah
And my baby needs me, oh yeah
No other girl can whisper sweet things in my ear
My sweetie pie has the only sweet voice I hear so clear
Sayin' that she needs me
(You know she really, really needs me)
Oh yeah, yeah (Oh yeah)
My baby loves me
(You know she really, really loves me)
Oh yeah, yeah (Oh yeah)
I can't seem to see no other beautiful face, oh no
There's just no cute substitute can take my baby's place
'Cause I know she needs me
(You know she really, really needs me)
Woh, woh, yeah, yeah (Oh yeah)
Now I will never, ever give my baby no trouble
Whenever she calls me I come runnin' on the turbo
'Cause I know she needs me
(You know she really, really needs me)
Oh yeah, yeah (Oh yeah)
My baby needs me
(You know she really, really needs me)
Oh yeah, yeah (Oh yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Now nobody can't tell me the place that I'm going wrong, oh no
Nobody could ever embrace the love so strong, so strong
'Cause I know she needs me
(You know she really, really needs me)
She told me that she needs me (oh yeah)
My baby loves me
(You know she really, really loves me)
Oh yeah, yeah (Oh yeah, yeah)
My baby loves me

song performed by Barry Manilow
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The Milkmaid's Song

Turn, turn, for my cheeks they burn,
Turn by the dale, my Harry!
Fill pail, fill pail,
He has turned by the dale,
And there by the stile waits Harry.
Fill, fill,
Fill, pail, fill,
For there by the stile waits Harry!
The world may go round, the world may stand still
But I can milk and marry,
Fill pail,
I can milk and marry.

Wheugh, wheugh!
O, if we two
Stood down there now by the water,
I know who'd carry me over the ford
As brave as a soldier, as proud as a lord,
Though I don't live over the water.
Wheugh, wheugh! he's whistling through,
He's whistling 'The Farmer's Daugher.'
Give down, give down,
My crumpled brown!
He shall not take the road to the town,
For I'll meet him beyond the water.
Give down, give down,
My crumpled brown!
And send me to my Harry.
The folk o' towns
May have silken gowns,
But I can milk and marry,
Fill pail,
I can milk and marry.

Wheugh, wheugh! he has whistled through
He has whistled through the water.
Fill, fill, with a will, a will,
For he's whistled through the water,
And he's whistling down
The way to the town,
And it's not 'The Farmer's Daughter!'
Churr, churr! goes the cockchafer,
The sun sets over the water,
Churr, churr! goes the cockchafer,
I'm too late for my Harry!
And, O, if he goes a-soldiering,
The cows they may low, the bells they may ring,
But I'll neither milk nor marry,
Fill pail,
Neither milk nor marry.

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poem by Sydney Thompson Dobell
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Dip It Low Ft. Shawnna

(Shawnna)
Uh, Uh
Uh, Uh, Shawnna (Yeah)
Uh, Uh, Christina
Look
I got some game for you Chickens
Listen a minute, please
'Case you be stuck with them (Shhh)
Hit you up then they leave
You gotta stop for a minute
Watch for a minute, breathe
Take you a squat for a minute
Listen to what I speak
I'm tryin to keep it real
Not tryina make a scene
You tryina keep your man
You gotta make him scream
You gotta put it down
Drop it and dip it low
Wind it around a while
Stop 'n now let it go
(Christina)
Says he wants you
He says he needs you
It's real talking when I make him wait for you
If he really wants you
If he really needs you
Really got to have you
Take your time and feel him out
When it's a good boy
I mean a really really good boy
Why not let him lay with you?
That's when you give it to him good
Dip it low
Pick it up slow
Roll it all around
Poke it out, Let your back roll
Pop t'pop t'pop that thing
Imma show you how to make your man say "Ohh"
Dip it low
Pick it up slow
Roll it all around
Poke it out, Let your back roll
Pop t'pop t'pop that thing
Imma show you how to make your man say "Ohh"
You getting warm
He growin' cold
It's just the symptoms of young love
Growin' old
You think it's time

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song performed by Christina Milian
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Your Racist Friend

This is where the party ends
I cant stand here listening to you
And your racist friend
I know politics bore you
But I feel like a hypocrite talking to you
And your racist friend
It was the loveliest party that Ive ever attended
If anything was broken Im sure it could be mended
My head cant tolerate this bobbing and pretending
Listen to some bullet-head and the madness that hes saying
This is where the party ends
Ill just sit here wondering how you
Can stand by your racist friend
I know politics bore you
But I feel like a hypocrite talking to you
You and your racist friend
This is where the party ends
I cant stand here listening to you
And your racist friend
I know politics bore you
But I feel like a hypocrite talking to you
And your racist friend
Out from the kitchen to the bedroom to the hallway
Your friend apologizes, he could see it my way
He let the contents of the bottle do the thinking
Cant shake the devils hand and say youre only kidding
This is where the party ends
I cant stand here listening to you
And your racist friend
I know politics bore you
But I feel like a hypocrite talking to you
And your racist friend
Notes
Most alternate versions are very similar. the farthest removed is the extended mix dial-a-song version:
This is where the party ends
I cant stand here wondering how you
Can stand by your racist friend
This is where the party ends
I cant stand here wondering how you
Can stand by your racist friend
It was the loveliest party
That Ive ever attended
If anything got broken
Im sure it could be mended
But my head cant stand this bobbin and pretendin
Tolerate some bullethead and the bullshit that hes sayin
This is where the party ends
I cant stand here listening to your
Your racist friend
This is where the party ends

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song performed by They Might Be Giants
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