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Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da - The Beatles

Desmond has a barrow in the marketplace
Molly is the singer in a band
Desmond say to Molly, girl I like your face
And Molly says this as she takes him by the hand

Obladi, oblada
Life goes on, brah
La la how their life goes on
Obladi, oblada
Life goes on, brah
La la how their life goes on

Desmond takes a trolley to the jewelers store
Buys a twenty carat golden ring, (rin-ring)
Takes it back to Molly waiting at the door
And as he gives it to her she begins to sing (sin-sing)

Obladi, oblada
Life goes on, brah
La la how their life goes on
Obladi, oblada
Life goes on, brah
La la how their life goes on

Yeah, in a couple of years they
Have built a home sweet home
With a couple of kids running in the yard
Of Desmond and Molly Jones

Happy ever after in the market place
Desmond lets the children lend a hand
Molly stays at home and does her pretty face
And in the evening she's a singer with the band

Obladi, oblada
Life goes on, brah
La la how their life goes on
Obladi, oblada
Life goes on, brah
La la how their life goes on

In a couple of years they
Have built a home sweet home
With a couple of kids running in the yard
Of Desmond and Molly Jones

Happy ever after in the market place
Molly lets the children lend a hand
Desmond stays at home and does his pretty face
And in the evening she's a singer with the band

Obladi, oblada
Life goes on, brah
La la how their life goes on
Obladi, oblada
Life goes on, brah
La la how their life goes on
And if you want some fun
Take ob-la-di, bla-da

    

Roots Radicals - Rancid

  

Took the 60 bus out of downtown Cambell Ben Zandito
He was on there he was waitin' for me
All the punk rockers and the moon stompers
Are out on the corners where
They sparing for change 

   

I started thinking, you know I started drinking
I don't remember too much of that day
Something struck me funny when we ran out of money
Where do you go now when you're only fifteen?

  

With the music execution and the talk of revolution
It bleeds in me
And it goes

  

Give 'em the boot, the roots, the radicals
Give 'em the boot, you know I'm a radical
Give 'em the boot, the roots, the reggae on my stereo

   

The radio was playing, Desmond Dekker was singing
On the 43 bus as we climbed up the hill
Nothing incoming but the reggae drumming
And we all come from unloving homes, I said

  

Why even bother and pick up the bottle
Mr. Bus Driver please let these people on
Rude girl Carol was a mini-skirt girl
My blurry vision saw nothin' wrong

   

With the music execution and the talk of revolution
It bleeds in me
And it goes

  

Give 'em the boot, the roots, the radicals
Give 'em the boot, you know I'm a radical
Give 'em the boot, the roots, the reggae on my stereo
On my stereo

  

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

  

Took the 60 bus out of downtown Campbell Ben Zanotto
He was on there, he was waiting for me
All the punk rockers and the moon stompers
Are out on the corners where they're sparing for change

  

And the radio was playing, Desmond Dekker was singing
On the 43 bus as we climbed up the hill
Rude girl Carol was a mini-skirt girl
My blurry vision saw nothing wrong

  

With the music execution and the talk of revolution
It bleeds in me
And it goes

 

Give 'em the boot, the roots, the radicals
Give 'em the boot, you know I'm a radical
Give 'em the boot, the roots, the reggae on my stereo

 

Give 'em the boot, the roots, the radicals
Give 'em the boot, you know I'm a radical
Give 'em the boot, the roots, the reggae on my stereo

 

Parry the Wind High Low - Frank Black

 

And if a ship meets your car
You know you can't go real far
Well, they could treat you real nice
Or put a tracking device
Way down inside

  

I'm checking out inventions
At the UFO convention tonight
Planes above the Hilton make it sunny
Brought my money tonight

  

Blue blond ladies of abduction
Strumming guitars of instruction tonight
A lot of wannabe truckers making eyes
With starfuckers tonight

  

I've got my hands on some sights
Electric glasses with lights
They got me feeling deluxe
For just a couple of bucks
Way down inside

 

I'm getting patterns from a trekker
And it sounds like soul records to me
They're waving hi from some gazebo
Waving on to Arecibo to me

  

I'm getting patterns from a trekker
Sounds like soul records to me
I'm getting patterns from a trekker
Sounds like Desmond Dekker to me

  

Sleep machine
In your silo
Transmarine
Things you've never seen

Parry the wind high, low