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N.C.Y STREETS
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[David Allan Coe:]
I thought what was cool, was... uh, rockin' Rita
Looking for a Dimebag, like, people who don't
Know who you are think it's some chick lookin'
For dope.
[Dimebag:]
Exaclty.
[David Allan Coe:]
[Laughs]
[Dimebag:]
You know it's all about the lyrics.
[David Allan Coe:]
You know what I mean?
[Dimebag:]
Yeah, man.
[David Allan Coe:]
Yeah, I hear ya.
[Dimebag:]
Here we go...
[Sung:]
Cowboy junkies on the radio
Singin' some ol' funky tune
Time to change the station
He says: Stop the car
Let me out
I say hey, dude
What's that all about
The artist formally known as
Man, that's insane
Purple Rain, hey dude
Cut me some slack
What's his real name
Bridge, man
New York City streets
Horns blowin'
I don't care
People goin' God knows where
Freaks on the corner
Hair dyed blue
Lookin' at me
But I'm lookin' at you
I wonder
What am I doin' here
What am I doin' here
Whiskey signs
Fashion in my mind
Time to get loaded
And get out of this town
Pantera on the Marquee
Better stay one more day
Iron Maiden, Motorhead
Fuck, heavy metal ain't dead
Hey dude
What's that you said
Rockin' Rita
Lookin' for a Dimebag
What's up with that dude
Ah, turn the music up
Turn the music up
Go to the bridge, now
New York City streets
Horns blowin'
I don't care
People goin' God knows where
I don't care
Freaks on the corner
Hair dyed blue
Lookin' at me
And I'm lookin' at you
What am I doin' here
God, what am I doin' here
You say your name is
[Spoken:]
Hey dude, check it out. I got this tape by some
Friends of mine, called Punk Jack. Ey, good, you
Gotta hear these guys. They ain't got no record
Deal. What difference does that make? You don't
Need a record deal, motherfucker - listen to the
Music, dude.
Fuckin' A, dude
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[David Allan Coe:] I thought what was cool, was... uh, rockin' Rita Looking for a Dimebag, like, people who don't Know who you are think it's some chick lookin' For dope. [Dimebag:] Exaclty. [David Allan Coe:] [Laughs] [Dimebag:] You know it's all about the lyrics. [David Allan Coe:] You know what I mean? [Dimebag:] Yeah, man. [David Allan Coe:] Yeah, I hear ya. [Dimebag:] Here we go... [Sung:] Cowboy junkies on the radio Singin' some ol' funky tune Time to change the station He says: Stop the car Let me out I say hey, dude What's that all about The artist formally known as Man, that's insane Purple Rain, hey dude Cut me some slack What's his real name Bridge, man New York City streets Horns blowin' I don't care People goin' God knows where Freaks on the corner Hair dyed blue Lookin' at me But I'm lookin' at you I wonder What am I doin' here What am I doin' here Whiskey signs Fashion in my mind Time to get loaded And get out of this town Pantera on the Marquee Better stay one more day Iron Maiden, Motorhead Fuck, heavy metal ain't dead Hey dude What's that you said Rockin' Rita Lookin' for a Dimebag What's up with that dude Ah, turn the music up Turn the music up Go to the bridge, now New York City streets Horns blowin' I don't care People goin' God knows where I don't care Freaks on the corner Hair dyed blue Lookin' at me And I'm lookin' at you What am I doin' here God, what am I doin' here You say your name is [Spoken:] Hey dude, check it out. I got this tape by some Friends of mine, called Punk Jack. Ey, good, you Gotta hear these guys. They ain't got no record Deal. What difference does that make? You don't Need a record deal, motherfucker - listen to the Music, dude. Fuckin' A, dude
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