| 6501 |
A fine little girl is waiting for me, me catch a ship across the sea. Me sailed that ship all alone, me never think how I'll make it home. |
The Kingsmen, |
Louie Louie |
| 6502 |
Ahhh, I love to love you baby, ahhh. |
Donna Summer, |
Love To Love You Baby |
| 6503 |
Are you the truth? Are you God? What do you resemble in your greatness? A piece of shit, a piece of shit, a piece of shit. |
The Plastic People of the Universe , |
The Plastic People of the Universe |
| 6504 |
As head is tails, just call me Lucifer cause I'm in need of some restraint. So if you meet me have some courtesy, have some sympathy and some taste. |
The Rolling Stones, |
Sympathy For The Devil |
| 6505 |
Black girls just wanna get fucked... |
The Rolling Stones, |
Some Girls |
| 6506 |
Change my pitch up, smack my bitch up. Change my pitch up, smack my bitch up. |
Prodigy, |
Smack My Bitch Up |
| 6507 |
Christ, you know it ain't easy, you know how hard it can be. The way things are going, they're gonna crucify me. |
The Beatles, |
Ballad Of John And Yoko |
| 6508 |
Climb in the back with your head in the clouds and you're gone. Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds. |
The Beatles, |
Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds |
| 6509 |
Cop killer, I know your family is grieving. Cop killer, but tonight we get even. I got my brain on hype, tonight'll be your night. I got this long-assed knife and your neck looks just right. |
Body Count, |
Cop Killer |
| 6510 |
Dear Ms. Delores Tucker, you keep stressing me, fucking with a mother fucker mind. I figure you want to know why we call these ho's bitches. |
2 Pac, |
Wonda Why They Call You Bitch |
| 6511 |
Don't fear the reaper, baby, take my hand. Don't fear the reaper, we'll be able to fly. |
Blue Oyster Cult, |
Don't Fear The Reaper |
| 6512 |
Eight miles high and when you touch down, you'll find that it's stranger than known. |
The Byrds, |
Eight Miles High |
| 6513 |
Girl, we couldn't get much higher. |
The Doors, |
Light My Fire |
| 6514 |
Give Ireland back to the Irish, don't make them have to take it away. |
Paul McCartney, |
Give Ireland Back To The Irish |
| 6515 |
God is a concept by which we measure our pains. |
John Lennon, |
God |
| 6516 |
God Save the Queen, the fascist regime. They made you a moron, potential H-bomb. |
Sex Pistols, |
God Save The Queen |
| 6517 |
He hears the silence howling catches angels as they fall, and the all time winner has got him by the fun. |
Jethro Tull, |
Locomotive Breath |
| 6518 |
Here's another clue for you all, the Walrus was Paul. |
The Beatles, |
Glass Onion |
| 6519 |
I am woman hear me roar. |
Helen Reddy, |
I Am Woman |
| 6520 |
I buried Paul. |
The Beatles, |
Strawberry Fields Forever |