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by The Delfino Trio

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1.
El Amor 01:24
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2.
Black Hearted 03:47
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She's, all you've ever dreamed Only turned eighteen More than a beauty queen She could be up on the silver screen She always steals the scene Seems so squeaky clean Yet sexy and obscene But all is not as if it would seem Her lies, her cries, disguise and ties, and then you will see Despise her lies, her cries, disguise, or you'll fall to her hyperbole As she's black hearted me Black hearted me So plain to see That she's black hearted me She, took control of me And every man she's seen Left us in her debris She wears no mask for Halloween Her lies, her cries, disguise and ties, are easy to see Despise her lies, her cries, disguise, or you'll fall to her hyperbole As she's black hearted me Black hearted me So plain to see That she's black hearted me Deception, flirtation, seduction, temptation, abduction, manipulation, castration, ruination!
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Walk of Shame 04:21
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Well, that dirty little whore Oh, yeah, she feels a little sore Banging Harvey up the wall All through the night before In a panic run downstairs No cash for a taxi fare 6am and the sun’s aglare All around early birds stare With a lipstick smear, and an evening dress Clutching her heels, her hair's a mess Her innocence, she must profess Where she been? Well, you can guess She wasn’t home playing chess! Backstreet lane for the walk of shame Hide in vain from the walk of shame Good name defamed on the walk of shame Feel the pain of the walk of shame Well, again he's walkin' in to work Same suit, same tie, same shirt Head still hurts, crashed in the dirt Was all night chasing skirt Soho to Central, never seemed so long Colleagues retch, whiffing the pong From a gutter in Lang Kwai Fong Backstreet lane for the walk of shame Hide in vain on the walk of shame Good name defamed on the walk of shame Feel the pain of the walk of shame
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Space Cowboy 03:54
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I'm a cosmic outlaw wanted dead or alive I'm living day by day, I just try to survive Shooting up aliens, laser 45s My mind in hyperdrive 'cause I don't want to crash dive I got a wild imagination, an unstoppable mind Grandiose delusions happen all of the time Bounty hunters chase me for unspeakable crimes Haunt me in my sleep, want to be hangin' me high Intergalactic, I'm a space cowboy Rooting out corruption I'm a space vigilante Wear my poker face as I ratchet up the ante Growing notoriety, sheriff ups the bounty Here come the mounties in yet another county Intergalactic, I'm a space cowboy Taking flight, ride away Live to fight another day So I'm riding roughshod into another dimension A hi-ho Silver with a rocket-fuelled engine Cornered in this galaxy, surrounded by henchmen Hangman's noose gonna make me a legend Intergalactic, I'm a space cowboy Taking flight, ride away Live to fight another day Intergalactic, I'm a space cowboy
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Black Torana 03:23
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It's fuckin’ sweltering in Ipswich, lookin' for relief Heading for the Coast, gotta hit the beach Grab me boardies and I jump into the beast Start her up and I tune in to 4IP, yeah Out on the highway, hear the growl of the V8 My XU1 with with a modded 308 Two miles to the gallon and no cornering or brakes Gotta stop at every servo and pick up all me mates I'm cruising in my black Torana Down the beach in the summer heat Boozing in my black Torana Burn my arse on the vinyl seat Switch the dial and check the cricket score Stop at the TAB, 10 bucks on Race 4 A bonnet scoop and four on the floor Brockie tribute '05' on the doors I'm cruising in my black Torana Down the beach in the summer heat Boozing in my black Torana Burn my balls on the vinyl seat Get the munchies after smokin' too much pot Time to go and hit the fish and chips shop Extra beetroot on our burgers with the lot Then a slab of XXXX, a carton of smokes and we're hot to trot I'm cruising in my black Torana Down the beach in the summer heat Boozing in my black Torana Roast my nuts on the vinyl seat I'm cruising in my black Torana Doing burnouts right down the street Boozing in my black Torana Burn my balls on the vinyl seat Sweating bricks Black Torana! Pulling chicks Black Torana!
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Shake It All Over 03:45
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I'm getting tired of standing around Crap music and a deadbeat crowd Warm beer and a shitty sound This has got to be the worst bar in town Hey, honey, I see that strip dance look there in your eyes So, c'mon, baby, shake it all over C'mon, baby, shake it all over I'm feeling lucky like a four-leaf clover C'mon, baby, shake it all over for me Don't hesitate or be making me wait Racing heart rate, you look like playmate Jump on the stage and start to gyrate Hey, what's your rate? You know, I ain't no cheapskate Hey, honey, I see that stripper look there in your eyes I notice that pole dance strength there right between your thighs So, c'mon, baby, shake it all over C'mon, baby, shake it all over I'm feeling lucky like a four-leaf clover C'mon, baby, shake it all over for me C'mon, shake it, c'mon shake it, baby C'mon, shake it, c'mon shake it, for me C'mon, shake it, c'mon shake it, baby Wow! Hey, baby, shake it all over C'mon, baby, shake it all over I'm feeling lucky like a four-leaf clover C'mon, baby, shake it all over for me All over! Shake it all over! I'm feeling lucky like a four-leaf clover C'mon, baby, shake it all over for me
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8 Ball 03:34
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Well I don't need the money But I want to get paid And I don't need a honey Just my shoes blue suede Well I don't want a hit record But wanna hear it on the radio And I don't need to be adored, no But keep my entourage in tow Complicated some might say But I see it another way Behind the eight ball Back against the wall Behind the eight ball Without any clue at all Don't care what critics say But note all their opinions Don't listen to the sayers-nay But follow like a minion Contradiction middle name Ya gotta find joy in the pain Behind the eight ball Back against the wall Behind the eight ball Without any clue at all Behind the eight ball Another hypocriti-call Paradoxical I might be But you gotta be cruel to be kind to me I'm lying, I'm telling you Now is that claim false or is it true? Behind the eight ball Back against the wall Behind the eight ball Without any clue at all Behind the eight ball Another hypocriti-call Behind the eight ball A paradoxi-call
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The Friend Zone 04:30
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I really tried to be a really nice guy I ended up being her cutie pumpkin pie I gave her every little thing that she pleased In heels and leather she would pout and strut and tease I bought her dinners and I paid for all the drinks Could not get in her even after gifts of bling When I tried to kiss her got a finger in the chest Of all her girlfriends she said that I'm her best On my own by the phone with a bone stuck in the friend zone All alone with a bone by the phone stuck in the friend zone Three hour phone calls in the middle of the night Says her new boyfriend is not working out right Crying on my shoulder, weeping in her beer Every time I tried to bone he she would never let me near Tried to do the right thing, I held back until it hurt Tried to be a good guy but she only likes the jerks Why do wankers get the meat? I only get the scraps Because they treat them mean and never take their crap On my own by the phone with a bone stuck in the friend zone All alone with a bone by the phone stuck in the friend zone On my own by the phone with a bone stuck in the friend zone All alone with a bone by the phone stuck in the friend zone
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Lay Down the Cable 04:42
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You say you're having reception problems Well, I can help you solve them I think you're needing a hardware replacement Deep down in your basement I'll need to insert some copper wiring That's sure to get you smiling Charge you with a bolt of electricity Bring you down to your knees I can go underground Get the wire wound and have a poke around I can go down town My service is renowned if you need a tool around Lay down and stay down I'm able To lay down the cable Get down and stay down and stable I'll lay down the cable Another week and another spotcheck Again you call me to inspect You know my service is guaranteed So it's another inspection that you need I'll go back underground Get the wire wound, another poke around I'll go back down town Have a tool around and keep you safe and sound Lay down and stay down I'm able To lay down the cable Get down and stay down and stable I'll lay down the cable Lay down and stay down I'm able Lay down the cable Get down and stay down and stable Lay down the cable If you want to, I'm able Lay down the cable Power up, enable the cable! Well I'm back underground Getting the wire wound and I'm poking all around Yeah, I'm back down town And I'm tooling all around Getting the wire wound Yeah, I'm poking all around just to keep you safe and sound Lay down and stay down I'm able To lay down the cable Get down and stay down and stable I'll lay down the cable Lay down the cable!
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Dirty Blonde 04:05
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Fixed up a mate to go out on a date With a friend with long fair hair Said he couldn't wait, jumping out of the gate Falling over himself down stairs In too much of a race, he tried to get to third base Asked if she's a brunette down there With a look of disgrace she punched him in the face He won't be getting in her underwear Miscommunication, because I told him she's a... (Dirty blonde) Don't be thinkin' that she's easy (Dirty blonde) Don't be thinkin' that she's needy (Dirty blonde) Don't be thinkin' that she's greedy (Dirty blonde) Or she'll be thinkin' that you're sleazy (Dirty blonde) Don't be thinkin' that she's ditsy (Dirty blonde) Or even drunk a bitsy (Dirty blonde) Don't call her your Little Missy (Dirty blonde) Or she'll be calling you a sissy Standing over there putting dye in her hair Saying blonde jokes ain't fair Says she'll punch me in the guts, then kick me in the nuts If she meets another one of my friends Her discrimination, is your intimidation (Dirty blonde) Don't be thinkin' that she's easy (Dirty blonde) Don't be thinkin' that she's needy (Dirty blonde) Don't be thinkin' that she's greedy (Dirty blonde) Or she'll be thinkin' that you're sleazy (Dirty blonde) Don't be thinkin' that she's ditsy (Dirty blonde) Or even drunk a bitsy (Dirty blonde) Don't call her your Little Missy (Dirty blonde) Or she'll be calling you a sissy
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Rock Me Dead 03:45
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If it's too loud then they say you're too old Shut up and hand me the volume control Crank it up, it's got to be full bore Hot rockin' melt your face to the floor Got my hair, got my boots and leather pants Got my mic and a rock 'n' rollin' band Hit the lights, crank the amps and let's go Crowd is screamin' "get on with the show!" I know you're thinkin' "man, he must be dreaming" You'll have to drag me off stage kicking and screaming Rock me dead Don't try to stop me, there will be bloodshed Rock me dead I'll still be singing even on my deathbed So rock me dead Baby, you know that I've been around the block But ya never too old to rock It's not talent or a little bit of luck It's just as long as your band don't suck! Look at all that pussy, man, they must be creaming Rock me dead Don't try to stop me, there will be bloodshed Rock me dead I'll still be singing even on my deathbed So rock me dead I hear them calling me for one more encore But who am I to walk out and leave them wanting more? Well they say you get better with age Then that must make me all the rage So I don't want to be locked in a cage Shut up and get me out on stage Rock me dead Don't try to stop me, there will be bloodshed Rock me dead I'll still be singing even on my deathbed I'll never quit Just try and stop me and you'll see what you get I'll throw a fit I'll still be singing, can't you hear what I said? So rock me dead
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Dia de los Muertos 01:34
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released December 14, 2019

Written, performed, mixed, mastered, etc, by The Delfino Trio (with vocal contributions to track 5 by Pat Tolhoek and Cameron MacDonald).

Art: The Delfino Trio.

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