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Jenny Cash - Please Buy This Record Lyrics



Jenny Cash - Please Buy This Record Lyrics




[ Featuring the Sons of Sue ]

All you hipsters and you rockers, if you're cool please buy this record
Jazz Funk and be-bop lovers, get gone and buy my record
How bout you pill poppin techno heads, won't you please re-mix my record
Ah Skinheads, Punks, Teds
Please buy this record!

Please buy my record, it'll help to see me through
Now I've been forced to turn professional, there's nothin' else I can do.

Aren't Atheists peculiar
If you believe in the man buy this record
Jump up, shout Halleluiah, clap your hands and buy this record
But aren't nice people dull
If you're a S**T please buy this record
We're desperate to have a hit
Please buy this record

Coz it Matters!

I'm not ready for the Big Rock Candy Mountain
So honey please come over here and toss your three coins in my fountain

Isn't life today convoluted
If you're 'you' please buy this record
Wicked bankers getting re-recruited
Let's change this record
Let's re-nationalize the Railways, the Electric and the Water...

Then maybe, just maybe
We might get some kind of pension, instead of just treading water
Like priests who've lost their bibles, emasculate rivals
Still miserable disciples of that old

Regan kissin', iron fistin', heart breakin', job takin'
Blue nosin', mine closin', finger waggin', carpet baggin'
Bull whippin', asset strippin', purgatory, sad story
Takers keepers, losers weepers, jeepers creepers
Shop keeper's daughter

You all know who I'm talkin' about - a little gal that said, 'I've sold the whole country!'

They're takin' all your money
Takin' all your money
Takin' all your money's and it's gone, gone, gone
And they won't stop
Won't stop takin'
Won't stop takin' til it's gone, gone gone

They're takin' all my money
Takin' all my money
Takin' all my money and it's gone, gone, gone
And they won't stop, Won't stop takin'
Won't stop takin' til it's gone, gone gone

We're be just like America, just like America
Just like America's where we've gone gone gone
We're just like America where left's a dirty word and there's poverty for everybody, or ain't you heard

Coz they're takin' all your money, your jobs and houses too
Takin' all your liberties now what ya gonna do?

Why not treat yourselves to a little Socialism...?
(And a copy of this record of course)
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All you hipsters and you rockers, if you're cool please buy this record
Jazz Funk and be-bop lovers, get gone and buy my record
How bout you pill poppin techno heads, won't you please re-mix my record
Ah Skinheads, Punks, Teds
Please buy this record!

Please buy my record, it'll help to see me through
Now I've been forced to turn professional, there's nothin' else I can do.

Aren't Atheists peculiar
If you believe in the man buy this record
Jump up, shout Halleluiah, clap your hands and buy this record
But aren't nice people dull
If you're a S**T please buy this record
We're desperate to have a hit
Please buy this record

Coz it Matters!

I'm not ready for the Big Rock Candy Mountain
So honey please come over here and toss your three coins in my fountain

Isn't life today convoluted
If you're 'you' please buy this record
Wicked bankers getting re-recruited
Let's change this record
Let's re-nationalize the Railways, the Electric and the Water...

Then maybe, just maybe
We might get some kind of pension, instead of just treading water
Like priests who've lost their bibles, emasculate rivals
Still miserable disciples of that old

Regan kissin', iron fistin', heart breakin', job takin'
Blue nosin', mine closin', finger waggin', carpet baggin'
Bull whippin', asset strippin', purgatory, sad story
Takers keepers, losers weepers, jeepers creepers
Shop keeper's daughter

You all know who I'm talkin' about - a little gal that said, 'I've sold the whole country!'

They're takin' all your money
Takin' all your money
Takin' all your money's and it's gone, gone, gone
And they won't stop
Won't stop takin'
Won't stop takin' til it's gone, gone gone

They're takin' all my money
Takin' all my money
Takin' all my money and it's gone, gone, gone
And they won't stop, Won't stop takin'
Won't stop takin' til it's gone, gone gone

We're be just like America, just like America
Just like America's where we've gone gone gone
We're just like America where left's a dirty word and there's poverty for everybody, or ain't you heard

Coz they're takin' all your money, your jobs and houses too
Takin' all your liberties now what ya gonna do?

Why not treat yourselves to a little Socialism...?
(And a copy of this record of course)
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Daniel Brittain
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: Jenny Cash
Featuring: the Sons of Sue
Language: English
Length: 3:35
Written by: Daniel Brittain

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