Were back in the alley tradin’ hands
*my new, favourite version (live, Barcelona; 2002)!!
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“You don’t need anybody to tell you who you are or what you are. You are what you are!” – John Lennon
… what an extraordinarily great man, musician, humanitarian… great, everything!
“probably rat poison squared” – Warren Buffett
You’re sticking to your guns. HELL, I’M STICKING TO YOUR GUNS!!
who remembers 10cc?
ooh you made me love you
ooh you’ve got a way
ooh you had me crawling up the wall
ooh you’ve got a way
ooh you had me crawling up the wall
like walking in the rain and the snow
when there’s nowhere to go
the things we do for love
good people, weekend!
’cause you gotta make the best of life while you’re young!
Don’t want no short people ’round here
They got little hands
And little eyes
And they walk around
Tellin’ great big lies
They got little noses
And tiny little teeth
They wear platform shoes
On their nasty little feet
And little eyes
And they walk around
Tellin’ great big lies
They got little noses
And tiny little teeth
They wear platform shoes
On their nasty little feet
Well, I don’t want no short people
Don’t want no short people
Don’t want no short people
Round here
Don’t want no short people
Don’t want no short people
Round here
Short people are just the same
As you and I
(A fool such as I)
All men are brothers
Until the day they die
(It’s a wonderful world)
As you and I
(A fool such as I)
All men are brothers
Until the day they die
(It’s a wonderful world)
Short people got nobody
Short people got nobody
Short people got nobody
To love
Short people got nobody
Short people got nobody
To love
They got little baby legs
And they stand so low
You got to pick ’em up
Just to say hello
They got little cars
That got beep, beep, beep
They got little voices
Goin’ peep, peep, peep
They got grubby little fingers
And dirty little minds
They’re gonna get you every time
Well, I don’t want no short people
Don’t want no short people
Don’t want no short people
‘Round here
And they stand so low
You got to pick ’em up
Just to say hello
They got little cars
That got beep, beep, beep
They got little voices
Goin’ peep, peep, peep
They got grubby little fingers
And dirty little minds
They’re gonna get you every time
Well, I don’t want no short people
Don’t want no short people
Don’t want no short people
‘Round here
ain’t found a way to kill me yet
seems every path leads me to nowhere
yeah they come to snuff the rooster oh yeah
yeah here come the rooster yeah
you know he ain’t gonna die
no no no ya know he ain’t gonna die
