Lyrics Fatboy Slim - The Whip

Lyrics Fatboy Slim - The Whip

I know some people they ain't got no money
But they do got a means to an end,
Cuz they got juice and they got plenty of lovin'
And a big heap of beautiful friends.
I know some people didn't know that they're born,
They don't know the soles of their feet.
Well you can't fight a war when you got lovin' in store
There on the sunny side of the street.
Let's do the whip
Everybody get hip to it

Ain't nothin' missin' we got a pot to kiss in
We got karma, we am what we am.
It's up to you because the best that you can do
Is the best that you can.
My situation is the fellation nation,
Dancing to the brotherly beat,
Well you can't fight a war when you got lovin' in store
There on the sunny side of the street

Lyrics Fatboy Slim - Good Morning Britain (Aztec Camera)

Lyrics Fatboy Slim - Good Morning Britain (Aztec Camera)

Jock's got a vote in Parochia
Ten long years and he's still got her
Paying tax and and doing stir
Worry about it later.
And the wind blows hot and the wind blows cold
But it blows us good so we've been told
Music's food 'til the art-biz folds
Let them all eat culture.

Chorus:
The past is steeped in shame,
But tomorrow's fair game,
For a life that's fit for living
Good morning Britain.

Twenty years and a loaded gun
Funerals, fear and the war ain't won
Paddy's just a figure of fun
It lightens up the danger.
And a corporal sneers at a catholic boy
And he eyes his gun like a rich man's toy
He's killing more than celtic joy
Death is not a stranger.

Taffy's time's gonna come one day
It's a loud sweet voice and it won't give way
A house is not a holiday
Your sons are leaving home Neil.
In the hills and the valleys and far away
You can hear the song of democracy
The echo of eternity
With a Rak-a-Rak-a feel.

Chorus

From the Tyne to where to the Thames does flow
My English brothers and sisters know
It's not a case of where you go
It's race and creed and colour.
From the police cell to the deep dark grave
On the underground's just a stop away
Don't be too black, don't be too gay
Just get a little duller.

But in this green and pleasant land,
Where I make my home, I make my stand
Make it cool just to be a man,
A uniform's a traitor.
Love is international
And if you stand or if you fall,
Just let them know you gave your all,
Worry about it later.

Chorus

Lyrics Fatboy Slim - 5 Reasons

Lyrics Fatboy Slim - 5 Reasons

Everytime I try to explain
all you want to do is walk away
gonna get you baby-gonna get the message through to you
You don't understand when I'm not there
then you tell my friends that I don't care
In case you didn't get it..I'm gonna spell it out for you

REASON 1 - You don't want me
REASON 2 - You don't need me
REASON 3 - You don't care I'm alive
Do you, do you, do you want 4 and 5 ???
REASON 4 - Im so helpless
REASON 5 - You couldn't care less
gimme , gimme , gimme a reason
I don't wanna hear another good GOODBYE

I know everything you say is true
baby I feel the same way too
we belong together
gonna get the message through to you
but I don't understand the way you are
all you wanna do is break my heart
in case you didn't notice
I'm gonna spell it out for you

REASON 1 - You don't want me
REASON 2 - You don't need me
REASON 3 - You don't care I'm alive
Do you, do you, do you want 4 and 5 ???
REASON 4 - Im so helpless
REASON 5 - You couldn't care less
gimme , gimme , gimme a reason
I don't wanna hear another good GOODBYE
Gimme a reason to make me love you baby, gimme a reason to have you back
again...

REASON 1 - You still want me
REASON 2 - You still need me
REASON 3 - You still care I'm alive
Do you, do you, do you want 4 and 5 ???
REASON 4 - Im so helpless
REASON 5 - I need your kiss
gimme , gimme , gimme a reason
I don't wanna hear another good GOODBYE

Lyrics Fatboy Slim - Long Way From Home

Lyrics Fatboy Slim - Long Way From Home

To tired to walk it was a long way from home,
The moon froze the night
To tired to walk it was a long way from home,
The moon froze the night

Switch the channel on my T-V,
And the cameras are fixed on me again,
I'm running and I'm running and I can't seem to hide,
The skies so red that I'm loosing my mind
I can't get my head to stop this feeling inside
The four walls are coming and I can't get outside

The fours walls have come taking all that's mind
There steeling my toys leave no memories behind
Everything's changing nothing seems the same,
They ? my thoughts not cars or trains
The thoughts were bought but kept me sane
Everything's changing nothing seems the same,

To tired to walk it was a long way from home,
The moon froze the night
To tired to walk it was a long way from home,
The moon froze the night

Stare out my window, I'm yearning for more
Bust for my borrowers and settle the score
I want my toys but the man out there's to hard
Running around, feet on the ground
Can't seem to understand this game there playing
And no one seem to wanna sit with me.

To tired to walk it was a long way from home,
The moon froze the night
To tired to walk it was a long way from home,
The moon froze the night

To tired to walk it was a long way from home,
The moon froze the night
To tired to walk it was a long way from home,
The moon froze the night

To tired to walk it was a long way from home,
The moon froze the night
To tired to walk it was a long way from home,
The moon froze the night

Lyrics Fatboy Slim - Fat Boy Slim - Right Here, Right Now

Lyrics Fatboy Slim - Fat Boy Slim - Right Here, Right Now

Right here, right now, right here, right now
Right here, right now, right here, right now
Right here, right now, right here, right now
Right here, right now, right here, right now

Waking up to find your love's not real
Waking up to find your love's not real
Waking up to find your love's not real
Waking up to find your love's not real

Waking up to find your love's not real
Waking up to find your love's not real
Waking up to find your love's not real
Waking up to find your love's not real

Waking up to find your love's not real
Waking up to find your love's not real
Waking up to find your love's not real
Waking up to find your love's not real

Waking up to find your love's not real
Waking up to find your love's not real
Waking up to find your love's not real
Waking up to find your love's not real

Waking up to find your love's not real
Waking up to find your love's not real
Waking up to find your love's not real
Waking up to find your love's not real

Waking up to find your love's not real
Waking up to find your love's not real
Waking up to find your love's not real
Waking up to find your love's not real

Waking up to find your love's not real
Waking up to find your love's not real
Waking up to find your love's not real
Waking up to find your love's not real

Waking up to find your love's not real
Waking up to find your love's not real
Waking up to find, waking up to find
Waking up to find, waking up to find

Right here, right now, right here, right now
Right here, right now, right here, right now
Right here, right now, right here, right now
Right here, right now, right here, right now, right here

Waking up to find your love's not real
Waking up to find your love's not real
Waking up to find your love's not real
Waking up to find your love's not real

Waking up to find your love's not real
Waking up to find your love's not real
Waking up to find your love's not real
Waking up to find your love's not real

Right here, right now, right here, right now
Right here, right now, right here, right now
Right here, right now, right here, right now
Right here, right now, right here, right now, right here

Lyrics Fatboy Slim - Moonbeam Woman

Lyrics Fatboy Slim - Moonbeam Woman

Who's that sister, mader her own space,
She's got moondust on her 'fro.
Damn we miss her sugarsome face,
Wistful, moonbeam sense to go.
Six months later she steamed up the van,
We got no small surprise.
Daisy lady sits on her hand, a naughty sparkle in her eyes.

Daisy Lady, come flyin' out my hand.
Daisy Lady, Playmate of the land.

Late arrival, never been kissed,
Strode up sneaking in tongues.
Settled nicely up to the wrist,
Grinding to the bass and the drum.
3 years later she's back in her stride,
Down Full Circle doin' the bump,
Lovely Lady, up on her feet,
She's getting over the hump.

That poor old poet didn't know so,
But she cooked the wrong goose.
She should have lapped it up
And licked it like we do with that juice.
And if you ask her she just shrugs
And digs the life that she chose.
She sure 'nuff gets some when her cup overflows.

Can't stop Won't stop, rockin' to the lady 'cuz I get down and I go down x
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