Till The End Of The Day
Written by: R. Davies

Published by: Davray/Carlin Music

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Lyrics:
Baby, I feel good
From the moment I arise
Feel good from morning
Till the end of the day
Till the end of the day

Yeah, you and me
We live this life
From when we get up
Till we go sleep at night
You and me were free
We do as we please, yeah
From morning, till the end of the day
Till the end of the day

Yeah, I get up
And I see the sun up
And I feel good, yeah
'Cause my life has begun
You and me were free
We do as we please, yeah
From morning, till the end of the day
Till the end of the day

You and me were free
We do as we please, yeah
From morning, till the end of the day
Till the end of the day
Till the end of the day
Till the end of the day
Till the end of the day
Till the end of the day

Tin Soldier Man
Written by: R. D. Davies

Published by: Noma Music, Inc./Hi-Count Music, Inc. BMI

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Lyrics:
Just a quiet city sport[?]
With a wife and little kids to support
So immaculately dressed when he walks
Like a soldier on parade

He's a tin soldier man
Living in a little tin wonderland
Very happy little tin soldier man
When you set him on your knee

Every day you see his army march down the street
Changing guards at the high road

He's a tin soldier man

Wickie wa-waddle doo[?]
And he's got a little tin lady too
Just to put a little shine on his shoes
And keep his uniform tidy

He's a tin soldier man

Wickie wa-waddle doo[?]
And he's got a little tin lady too
Just to put a little shine on his shoes
And make his uniform tidy

He's a tin soldier man
Living in a little tin wonderland
Very happy little tin soldier man
When you sit him on your knee

He's a tin soldier man
He's a tin soldier man

Tired Of Waiting For You
Written by: R. Davies

Published by: Kassner Music Co. Ltd

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I'm so tired
Tired of waiting
Tired of waiting for you

I'm so tired
Tired of waiting
Tired of waiting for you

I was a lonely soul
I had nobody till I met you
But you keep-a me waiting
All of the time
What can I do?

It's your life
And you can do what you want
Do what you like
But please don't keep-a me waiting
Please don't keep-a me waiting

'Cause I'm so tired
Tired of waiting
Tired of waiting for you

So tired
Tired of waiting
Tired of waiting for you

I was a lonely soul
I had nobody till I met you
But you keep-a me waiting
All of the time
What can I do?

It's your life
And you can do what you want
Do what you like
But please don't keep-a me waiting
Please don't keep-a me waiting

'Cause I'm so tired
Tired of waiting
Tired of waiting for you

So tired
Tired of waiting
Tired of waiting for you
For you
For you

Tokyo
Written by: R. Davies

Published by: ?

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Lyrics:
Oh, oh, oh, oh, Tokyo.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, Tokyo.

I went down to Australia,
With my rock 'n' roll band.
It's very hot in Australia,
Still I'm gonna do the best I can.
Still I'm going to Tokyo,
Somehow I've gotta go.

I've gotta go to oh, oh, oh, oh, Tokyo
Oh, oh, oh, oh, Tokyo.

When I get to Tokyo,
I'm gonna see my girlfriend.
She gonna hold me so tight,
She gonna be my friend.
And when we have an argument,
She gonna tell me where to go.

"Why don't you get out and go to oh, oh, oh, oh, Tokyo"
Oh, oh, oh, oh, Tokyo.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, Tokyo.

I went to sushi bar,
I saw pretty Tokyo girl.
I had lots of sake, sake, sake,
Make me feel drunk, feel good.
I went for a drink with Road Hog and Romeo,

In oh, oh, oh, oh, Tokyo.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, Tokyo.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, Tokyo.

Pretty soon,
I'm gonna fly away.
Me and my girlfriend,
We gonna come back some day.
When I fly back to England,
I'll think of all the people I know,

Way back in oh, oh, oh, oh, Tokyo.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, Tokyo.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, Tokyo.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, Tokyo.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, Tokyo.

Too Hot
Written by: Ray Davies

Published by: Davray Music, Ltd., 1984

Lyrics:
Everybody's working out at the gymnasium,
Pumping iron, getting fit, ready to compete.
Everybody working on their own body heat.
Everybody hustling out on the street.

Julian is out there looking at locations,
Arthur's on the picket line winding up the nation,
Sara Jane's working on her way to a degree,
But back in the gymnasium they're working out and body popping.

It's gotta stop because it's getting too hot.
Cool it down, 'cause it's getting too hot.
It's getting crazy, going over the top.
It's too hot, it's too hot, it's too hot, it's too hot.

All the kids are working out, they're on their way to fame.
Arthur's on the war path, here he comes again.
The city's like a sauna bath, stinks like a drain.
They're pumping up the nation but it's gonna bust a vein.
Tourists everywhere, blocking up the streets.
My ice cream cone just melted in the heat.
And while I do my best to stop my raspberry from slopping,
Back in the gymnasium they're working out and body popping.

It's gotta stop because it's getting too hot.
Cool it down, 'cause it's getting too hot.
It's getting crazy, going over the top.
It's too hot, it's too hot, it's too hot, it's too hot.
It's too hot, gotta cool it down.
It's too hot, turn the heating down.
It's too hot, the temperature is up.
It's too hot, it's too hot, it's too hot, it's too hot.

The city lights start shining at the end of the day,
Taking the place of the big red sun as it slowly sets.
Meanwhile back in commuter city, another kid's packing her bags,
And running away.

To a city that is really too hot,
It's Piccadilly and it's really too hot.
Too hot, too hot, too hot.

Arthur's working out, now he's really got the muscle,
Julian's over budget, now he's really got to hustle,
And Sara Jane's living on bag take-aways,
And working as a stripper on the school holidays.
Sleazy town, gets me down, want some peace and quiet.
The police are everywhere like there's gonna be a riot.
Back in the gymnasium they're training for a war.
Think of all the fun we had in 1984.

It's gotta stop because it's getting too hot.
Cool it down, 'cause it's getting too hot.
It's getting crazy, going over the top.
It's too hot, it's too hot, it's too hot, it's too hot.
It's too hot, gotta cool it down.
It's too hot, turn the heating down.
It's too hot, the temperature is up.

It's too hot, it's too hot, it's too hot, it's too hot.

Too Much Monkey Business
Written by: Chuck Berry

Published by: Isalee Music Co. (BMI)

Lyrics:
Running to and fro, hard working at the mill,
Never failed at the mill, there come a rotten bill.
Too much monkey business, too much monkey business,
Too much monkey business for me to be involved with you.

Salesman talkin� to me tryin� to run me up a creek,
Says you can buy it, go on try it, you can pay me next week.
Too much monkey business, too much monkey business,
Too much monkey business for me to be involved with you.

Blonde hair, good-looking, trying to get into get me married
Get a home, settle down by the book.
Too much monkey business, too much monkey business
Too much monkey business for me to be involved with you.

Same thing every day, getting up, going to school,
No need for me complaining, my objection�s overruled.
Too much monkey business, too much monkey business,
Too much monkey business for me to be involved with you.
Oh!

Pay-phone, something�s wrong, dime gone, will mail,
Oughta sue the operator for telling me a tale.
Too much monkey business, too much monkey business,
Too much monkey business for me to be involved with you.

Been to Yokohama, baby, fighting in the war,
Army bunk, army chow, army clothes, army car.
Too much monkey business, too much monkey business,
Too much monkey business for me to be involved with you.

Working in the filling station, too many checks,
Wipe the windows, check the oil, check the tires, dollar gas?
Too much monkey business, too much monkey business
Too much monkey business for me to be involved with you.

Too Much On My Mind
Written by: R. Davies

Published by: Davray/Carlin Music Corp.

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There's too much on my mind,
There's too much on my mind,
And I can't sleep at night thinking about it.
I'm thinking all the time,
There's too much on my mind,
It seems there's more to life than just to live it.

There's too much on my mind,
And there is nothing I can say.
There's too much on my mind,
And there is nothing I can do
About it,
About it.

My thought just weigh me down,
And drag me to the ground,
And shake my head till there's no more life in me.
It's ruining my brain,
I'll never be the same,
My poor demented mind is slowly going.

There's too much on my mind,
And there is nothing I can say.
There's too much on my mind,
And there is nothing I can do
About it,
About it.

There's too much on my mind.

Too Serious
Written by: D.R.G. Davies

Published by: DABE Music Limited, London, 1981

Lyrics:
How much more do we need,
Money, power and greed,
Possessions steal your soul, ooh.

Why are we so blind,
An arrogant, thoughtless kind,
We use our bodies and waste our time, ooh.

Social difficulties,
desperate politics,
Disorders of the mind,
Ooh.

Life is a drag and it's too senous,
I'm so much in love,
But I'm too serious,
The world is so sick,
And I'm delirious.

Morality bores me it's so serious,
No minds of our own,
And it's too serious,
Governments lie and it's so curious.

Too serious,
Too serious,
Too serious.

Tell you what we need,
We need less authority,
A lot more honesty, ooh,

I've been preached to all my life,
I've listened till I could cry,
But I don't need anymore, ooh,

Now we must make a stand,
To fight for the spirit in man,
The future is in our hands, ooh.

But life is a drag and it's too serious,
I'm so much in love that I'm delirious,
Life is so strange and it's mysterious,

No minds of our own,
And it's too serious,
Morality bores me it's so serious,
Governments lie and it's so curious.

Too serious,
Too serious,
Too serious.

Top Of The Pops
Written by: Raymond Douglas Davies

Published by: Noma Music, Inc. - BMI

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I've just come in at Number 25
I'm oh so happy, so glad to be alive
And everybody says it's going to get to the top
Life is so easy when your record's hot.
Go tell my mamma and my sister too
To press my trousers and polish my shoes
I might even end up a rock-and-roll god
It might turn into a steady job.
And my agent said to me: "Son, I always told you so."
Now my record's number 11 on the BBC
But number seven on the N.M.E.
Not the Melody Maker want to interview me
And ask my view on politics and theories on religion.
Now my record's up to number 3
And a woman recognized me and started to scream
This all seems like a crazy dream
I've been invited to a dinner with a prominent queen
And now I've got friends that I never knew I had before.
It's strange how people want you when you record's high
'Cos when it drops down they just pass you by
Now my agent just called me and said it me:
"Son your record's just got to Number One."

To The Bone
Written by: Ray Davies

Published by: Davray Music

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In the back of a record rack
There's a old double pack
Twelve inches and black
With an old crumpled cover
But every track is stacked

And it takes me back
To the one who caused this melancholy mood
And every single groove
Cuts me to the bone
Yeah, she rocks me to the bone

I took her back to my bachelor flat
While the stereo played for two
She unwrapped her gift
And played me a riff
And said, "this old record was just made for you"

Then we danced to songs of passion and
The singer's velvet tones
On the gramaphone
While the record played
She rocks me to the bone
Knocks me to the bone

Those those rock n' roll romantic songs
Played all summer long
And she rocks me to the bone
Knocks me to the bone.

Yeah, she rocks me to the bone
Yeah, she rocks me to the bone

In dreams she's smiling in slow motion
Devouring all of my emotion
Angels singing rock 'n' roll
While demons take away my soul

Voices sound, her image fades
Every time that record plays
She rocks me to the bone
Knocks me to the bone

In my back room there's an old 45
That we played all summer long
Shakin the beams so loud it covered up the screams
When lover's harmony went oh so wrong

And in every word emotion is torn
And blood flows down the drain
Like she opened up a vein
And cut me to the bone
Yeah, she rocks me to the bone

And now i'm just a prisoner
In that stereo Hi-Fi jail
The needle pierced just like a nail
As she rocks me to the bone
Knocks me to the bone

Do do do do do do do
She rocks me to the bone

Yeah, she rocks me to the bone
Yeah, she rocks me to the bone