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The Wedding Singer Soundtrack Album Lyrics



The Wedding Singer Soundtrack Lyrics






Video Killed The Radio Star
by The Presidents of the United States of America

I heard you on the wireless back in Fifty Two
Lying awake intent at tuning in on you.
If I was young it didn't stop you coming through.

Oh-a oh

They took the credit for your second symphony.
Rewritten by machine and new technology,
And now I understand the problems you can see.
Oh-a oh

I met your children
Oh-a oh

What did you tell them?
Video killed the radio star.
Video killed the radio star.

Pictures came and broke your heart.
Oh-a-a-a oh
And now we meet in an abandoned studio.
We hear the playback and it seems so long ago.
And you remember the jingles used to go.
Oh-a oh

You were the first one.
Oh-a oh

You were the last one.

Video killed the radio star.
Video killed the radio star.
In my mind and in my car, we can't rewind we've gone to far
Oh-a-aho oh,
Oh-a-aho oh

Video killed the radio star.
Video killed the radio star.

In my mind and in my car, we can't rewind we've gone to far.
Pictures came and broke your heart, look I'll play my VCR.

You are a radio star.
You are a radio star.
Video killed the radio star.
Video killed the radio star.
Video killed the radio star.
Video killed the radio star.

[repeat]
Video killed the radio star. (You are a radio star.)
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Writer: Geoffrey Downes, Trevor Charles Horn, Bruce Woolley
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Round Hill Music Big Loud Songs, CARLIN AMERICA INC






Do You Really Want To Hurt Me?
by Culture Club

Give me time
to realize my crime
Let me love and steal
I have danced
inside your eyes
How can I be real
Do you really want to hurt me
Do you really want to make me cry
Precious kisses words that burn me
Lovers never ask you why
In my heart
the fires burning
Choose my colour
find a star
Precious people always tell me
That's a step
a step too far
Do you really want to hurt me
Do you really want to make me cry
Do you really want to hurt me
Do you really want to make me cry
Words are few
I have spoken
I could waste a thousand years
Wrapped in sorrow
words are token
Come inside and catch my tears
You've been talking but believe me
If it's true
you do not know
This boy loves without a reason
I'm prepared to let you go
If it's love you want from me
Then take it away
Everything is not what you see
It's over today
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Writer: Michael Emile Craig, Roy Ernest Hay, Jonathan Aubrey Moss, George Alan O'Dowd
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management






Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic
by Police

Though I've tried before to tell her
Of the feelings I have for her in my heart
Every time that I come near her I just lose my nerve
As I've done from the start

Every little thing she does is magic
Everything she do just turns me on
Even though my life before was tragic
Now I know my love for her goes on

Do I have to tell the story
Of a thousand rainy days since we first met
It's a big enough umbrella
But it's always me that ends up getting wet.

Every little thing she does is magic
Everything she do just turns me on
Even though my life before was tragic
Now I know my love for her goes on

I resolved to call her up a thousand times a day.
And ask her if she'll marry me in some old fashioned way.
But my silent fears have gripped me long before I reach the phone
Long before my time has tripped me must I always be alone

Every little thing she does is magic
Everything she do just turns me on
Even though my life before was tragic
Now I know my love for her goes on

Every little thing she does is magic
Everything she do just turns me on
Even though my life before was tragic
Now I know my love for her goes on

Oh yeah oh yeah oh yeah
Every little thing, every little thing, every little thing, every little thing
Every little, every little, ever little, every little thing she does
Every little thing she does
Every little thing she does
Every little thing she does

Beo, beo, beo, beo, beo, beo, beo, beo
Beo, beo, beo, beo, beo, beo, beo, beo

Every little thing
Every little thing
Every little thing
She do is
Magic, magic, magic
Magic, magic, magic

Hey oh yo oh
Beo

Ah
Thousand rainy days since we first met
It's a big enough umbrella, but it's always me that ends getting wet
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Writer: GORDON SUMNER
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC






How Soon Is Now
by The Smiths

I am the son
And the heir
Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar
I am the son and heir
Of nothing in particular

You shut your mouth
How can you say
I go about things the wrong way?
I am human and I need to be loved
Just like everybody else does

I am the son
And the heir
Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar
I am the son and heir
Of nothing in particular

You shut your mouth
How can you say
I go about things the wrong way?
I am human and I need to be loved
Just like everybody else does

There's a club if you'd like to go
You could meet somebody who really loves you
So you go and you stand on your own
And you leave on your own
And you go home and you cry
And you want to die

When you say it's gonna happen now
When exactly do you mean?
See I've already waited too long
And all my hope is gone

You shut your mouth
How can you say
I go about things the wrong way?
I am human and I need to be loved
Just like everybody else does
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Writer: Johnny Marr, Steven Patrick Morrissey
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Love My Way
by The Psychedelic Furs

There's an army on the dance floor
It's a fashion with a gun, my love
In a room without a door
A kiss is not enough in

Love my way, it's a new road
I follow where my mind goes, they'd put us on a railroad
They'd dearly make us pay for laughing in their faces and making it our way
There's emptiness behind their eyes, there's dust in all their hearts
They just want to steal us all and take us all apart, but not in

Love my way, it's a new road
I follow where my mind goes
Love my way, it's a new road
I follow where my mind goes

Love my way, it's a new road
I follow where my mind goes, so swallow all your tears, my love
And put on your new face
You can never win or lose, if you don't run the race

Yeahhh, yeahhh, yeahhh
Aw ooh, aw ooh, aw ooh, aw ooh
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Writer: JOHN ASHTON, RICHARD LOFTHOUSE BUTLER, TIMOTHY BUTLER, VINCENT DAVEY
Copyright: Lyrics © DistroKid, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC






Hold Me Now
by Thompson Twins

I have a picture
Pinned to my wall
An image of you and of me
And we're laughing and loving it all
Look at our life now
We're tattered and torn
We fuss and we fight
And delight in the tears
that we cry until dawn

Hold me now,
(Warm) warm my heart
Stay with me
Let loving start
Let loving start

You say I'm a dreamer
We're two of a kind
Both of us searching
For some perfrct world
We know we'll never find
So perhaps I should leave here
Yeah, yeah. go far away
But you know that there's no where
That I'd rather be than with you here today

Oh-whooa
Oh-whooa-oh-oh
Hold me now
Oooh, warm my heart
Stay with me
Let loving start
Let loving start
Oh-whooa
Hold me now
Oooh, warm my heart
Stay with me
Let loving start
Let loving start
Whooa, whooa-oooooooh

You ask if I love you
Well what can I say
You know that I do
And if this is just one of those games
That we play
So I'll sing you a new song
Please don't cry anymore
And then I'll ask your forgiveness
Though I don't know
Just what I'm asking it for

Oh-whooa
Oh-whooa-oh-whoa-oh

Hold me now
Hold me in your loving arms
Oooh, warm my heart
(Oh, my cold and tired heart)
Stay with me (stay with me)
Let loving start
Let loving start
Oh, hold me now
(In your loving arms)
Oooh, warm my heart
(Oh, my cold and tired heart)
Stay with me
Let loving start
Let loving start
Oh, hold me now
(In your loving arms)
Oooh, warm my heart
(Oh, my cold and tired heart)
Stay with me (stay with me)
Let loving start
Let loving start...
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Writer: Tom Bailey, Alannah Joy Currie, Joseph Martin Leeway
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group






Everyday I Write The Book
by Elvis Costello

Don't tell me you don't know what love is
When you're old enough to know better
WHEN YOU FIND STRANGE HANDS IN YOUR SWEATER
When your dreamboat turns out to be a footnote
I'm a man with a mission in two or three editions
And I'm giving you a longing look
Everyday, everyday, everyday I write the book

Chapter One we didn't really get along
Chapter Two I think I fell in love with you
You said you'd stand by me in the middle of Chapter Three
But you were up to your old tricks in Chapters Four, Five and Six

The way you walk
The way you talk, and try to kiss me, and laugh
In four or five paragraphs
All your compliments and your cutting remarks
Are captured here in my quotation marks

Don't tell me you don't know the difference
Between a lover and a fighter
With my pen and my electric typewriter
Even in a perfect world where everyone was equal
I'd still own the film rights and be working on the sequel

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Writer: ELVIS COSTELLO
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group






White Wedding
by Billy Idol

Hey little sister what have you done
Hey little sister who's the only one
Hey little sister who's your superman
Hey little sister who's the one you want
Hey little sister shot gun!

It's a nice day to start again
It's a nice day for a white wedding
It's a nice day to start again.

Hey little sister what have you done
Hey little sister who's the only one
I've been away for so long (so long)
I've been away for so long (so long)
I let you go for so long

It's a nice day to start again (come on)
It's a nice day for a white wedding
It's a nice day to start again.

(Pick it up)

Take me back home
There is nothin' fair in this world
There is nothin' safe in this world
And there's nothin' sure in this world
And there's nothin' pure in this world
Look for something left in this world
Start again
Come on

It's a nice day for a white wedding
It's a nice day to start again.
It's a nice day for a white wedding
It's a nice day to start again
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Writer: Billy Idol
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management






China Girl
by David Bowie

Oh, oh, oh, little China girl
Oh, oh, oh, little China girl

I could escape this feeling, with my China girl
I feel a wreck without my, little China girl
I hear her heart beating, loud as thunder
Saw they stars crashing
I'm a mess without my, little China girl
Wake up mornings where's my, little China girl
I hear her heart's beating, loud as thunder
Saw they stars crashing down
I feel a-tragic like I'm Marlon Brando
When I look at my China girl
I could pretend that nothing really meant too much
When I look at my China girl
I stumble into town just like a sacred cow
Visions of swastikas in my head
Plans for everyone
It's in the whites of my eyes
My little China girl
You shouldn't mess with me
I'll ruin everything you are
You know, I'll give you television
I'll give you eyes of blue
I'll give you men's who want to rule the world
And when I get excited
My little China girl says
Oh baby, just you shut your mouth
She says, sh-sh-shhh
She says, sh-sh-shhh
She says
She says
And when I get excited
My little China girl says
Oh baby, just you shut your mouth
And when I get excited
My little China girl says
Oh baby, just you shut your mouth
She says, sh-sh-shhh
She says

Oh, oh, oh, little China girl
Oh, oh, oh, little China girl
Oh, oh, oh, little China girl
Oh, oh, oh, little China girl
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Writer: David Bowie, James Osterberg
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Blue Monday
by New Order

How does it feel
To treat me like you do?
When you've laid your hands upon me
And told me who you are?
Thought I was mistaken
I thought I heard your words
Tell me, how do I feel?
Tell me now, how do I feel?

Those who came before me
Lived through their vocations
From the past until completion
They'll turn away no more
And I still find it so hard
To say what I need to say
But I'm quite sure that you'll tell me
Just how I should feel today

I see a ship in the harbour
I can and shall obey
But if it wasn't for your misfortune
I'd be a heavenly person today
And I thought I was mistaken
And I thought I heard you speak
Tell me, how do I feel?
Tell me now, how should I feel?

Now I stand here waiting

I thought I told you to leave me
While I walked down to the beach
Tell me, how does it feel
When your heart grows cold?
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Writer: Gillian Lesley Gilbert, Bernard Sumner, Peter Hook, Stephen Paul David Morris
Copyright: Lyrics © Kanjian Music, Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network






Pass The Dutchie
by Musical Youth

This generation
Rules the nation
With version

Music happen to be the food of love
Sounds to really make you rub and scrub
I say

Pass the dutchie 'pon the left hand side (I say)
Pass the dutchie 'pon the left hand side
It a go bun, give me the music, make me jump and prance
It a go dung, give me the music, make me rockin' at the dance (Jah know)

It was a cool and lonely breezy afternoon
(How does it feel when you got no food?)
You could feel it 'cause it was the month of June
(How does it feel when you got no food?)
So I left my gate and went out for a walk
(How does it feel when you got no food?)
As I pass the dreadlocks' camp I heard them say
(How does it feel when you got no food?)

Pass the dutchie 'pon the left hand side (I say)
Pass the dutchie 'pon the left hand side
It a go bun, give me the music, make me jump and prance
It a go dung, give me the music, make me rockin' at the dance (Jah know)

So I stopped to find out what was going on
(How does it feel when you got no food?)
'Cause the spirit of Jah, you know he leads you on
(How does it feel when you got no food?)
There was a ring of dreads and a session was there in swing
(How does it feel when you got no food?)
You could feel the chill as I seen and heard them say
(How does it feel when you got no food?)

Pass the dutchie 'pon the left hand side (I say)
Pass the dutchie 'pon the left hand side
It a go bun, give me the music, make me jump and prance
It a go dung, give me the music, make me rockin' at the dance (Jah know)

'Cause me say listen to the drummer, me say listen to the bass
Give me little music make me wind up me waist
Me say listen to the drummer, me say listen to the bass
Give me little music make me wind up me waist, I say

Pass the dutchie 'pon the left hand side (I say)
Pass the dutchie 'pon the left hand side
It a go bun, give me the music, make me jump and prance
It a go dung, give me the music, make me rockin' at the dance (Jah know)

You play it on the radio
And so me say, we a go hear it on the stereo
And so me know you a go play it on the disco
And so me say we a go hear it on the stereo (bow)

Pass the dutchie 'pon the left hand side (I say)
Pass the dutchie 'pon the left hand side
It a go bun, give me the music, make me jump and prance
It a go dung, give me the music, make me rockin' at the dance (Jah know)

On the left hand side (I say, I say)
On the left hand side (I say)
On the left hand side
(We meet) On the left hand side (say man)
On the left hand side

Me say east, say west, say north and south (on the left hand side)
This is gonna really make us jump and shout (on the left hand side)
Me say east, say west, say north and south (on the left hand side)
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Writer: Aaron Brown, Fitzroy Ogilvie Simpson, Headley Bennett, Huford Brown, Jackie Mittoo, Leroy Sibbles, Lloyd Anthony Ferguson, Robbie Lyn, Sharna Evelyn Bass, William Alaneme
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.






Have You Written Anything Lately?
by The Wedding Singer Cast

[DB:] "Have you written anything lately?"
[AS:] "Yeah, I guess."
[DB:] "Will you play it for me?"
[AS:] "You don't wanna hear it, it's not good."
[DB:] "No, I'm sure it is."
[AS:] "It's just that I wrote half of it when I was with
Linda and the other half
After we broke up so it's a little uneven, you know."
[DB:] "I don't mind, I'd like to hear it."
[AS:] "yeah alright."
[DB:] "Yeah...!"
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Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher






Somebody Kill Me
by Adam Sandler

[Spoken]
Ok, I just want to warn you that when I wrote this song I was listening to the Cure a lot.

[Sung]
You don't know how much I need you.
While you're near me I don't feel blue.
And when we kiss I know you need me too.
I can't believe I found a love that's so pure and true.

But it all was bullshit.
It was a goddam joke.
And when I think of you Linda,
I hope you f*cking choke.

I hope you're glad with what you've done to me.
I lay in bed all day long feeling melancholy.
You left me here all alone, tears running constantly.

Oh somebody kill me please,
Somebody kill me plee-ase,
I'm on my knees,
Pretty pretty please kill me.

I want to die.
Put a bullet in my head.

[Spoken]
[Girl:] I liked it.
[Guy:] He's losing his mind... and I'm reaping all the benefits
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Writer: Adam Sandler, Tim Herlihy
Copyright: Lyrics © Word Collections Publishing






Rapper's Delight
by Ellen Dow Plus Sugarhill Gang

I said a hip hop the hippie the hippie
To the hip hip hop, a you dont stop
The rock it to the bang bang boogie
Say up jumped the boogie
To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat

Now what you hear is not a test--i'm rappin to the beat
And me, the groove, and my friends
Are gonna try to move your feet
See i am wonder mike and i like to say hello
To the black, to the white, the red, and the brown,
The purple and yellow
But first i gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie
Say up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie
Let's rock, you don't stop
Rock the riddle that will make your body rock
Well so far youve heard my voice
But i brought two friends along
And next on the mike is my man hank
Come on, hank, sing that song

Check it out, i'm the c-a-s-an-the-o-v-a
And the rest is f-l-y
Ya see i go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons i'll tell ya why
Ya see i'm six foot one and i'm tons of fun
And i dress to a t
Ya see i got more clothes
Than muhammad ali and i dress so viciously
I got bodyguards, i got two big cars
That definitely aint the wack
I got a lincoln continental and a sunroof cadillac
So after school, i take a dip in the pool
Which really is on the wall
I got a color tv so i can see
The knicks play basketball
Hear me talkin bout checkbooks, credit cards
More money than a sucker could ever spend
But i wouldnt give a sucker or a bum from the rucker
Not a dime til i made it again
Ya go hotel motel whatcha gonna do today (say what)
Ya say im gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spankin
Drive off in a def oj
Everybody go, hotel motel holiday inn
Say if your girl starts actin up, then you take her friend
Master gee, am I mellow
Its on you so what you gonna do

Well it's on n on n on on n on
The beat dont stop until the break of dawn
I said m-a-s, t-e-r, a g with a double e
I said i go by the unforgettable name
Of the man they call the master gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin down in history
As the baddest rapper there could ever be
Now i'm feelin the highs and ya feelin the lows
The beat starts gettin into your toes
Ya start poppin ya fingers and stompin your feet
And movin your body while youre sittin in your seat
And the damn ya start doin the freak
I said damn, right outta your seat
Then ya throw your hands high in the air
Ya rockin to the rhythm, shake your derriere
Ya rockin to the beat without a care
With the sureshot m.c.s for the affair
Now, im not as tall as the rest of the gang
But i rap to the beat just the same
I dot a little face and a pair of brown eyes
All im here to do ladies is hypnotize
Singin on n n on n on n on
The beat dont stop until the break of dawn
Singin on n n on n on on n on
Like a hot buttered a pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie
Pop da pop pop ya dont dare stop
Come alive yall gimme what ya got
I guess by now you can take a hunch
And find that i am the baby of the bunch
'but that's okay i still keep in stride
Cause all i'm here to do is just wiggle your behind
Singin on n n on n on n on
The beat dont stop until the break of dawn
Singin on n n on n on on n on
Rock rock yall throw it on the floor
Im gonna freak ya here im gonna feak ya there
Im gonna move you outta this atmosphere
Cause im one of a kind and ill shock your mind
Ill put t-t-tickets in your behind
I said 1-2-3-4, come on girls get on the floor
A-come alive, yall a-gimme what ya got
Cause im guaranteed to make you rock
I said 1-2-3-4 tell me wonder mike what are you waitin for?

I said a hip hop the hippie to the hippie
The hip hip hop, a you dont stop
The rock it to the bang bang boogie
Say up jumped the boogie
To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat
Skiddlee beebop a we rock a scoobie doo
And guess what america we love you
Cause ya rock and ya roll with so much soul
You could rock till you're a hundred and one years old
I dont mean to brag i dont mean to boast
But we like hot butter on our breakfast toast
Rock it up baby bubbah
Baby bubbah to the boogie da bang bang da boogie
To the beat beat, its so unique
Come on everybody and dance to the beat

I said a hip hop the hippie the hippie
To the hip hip hop, a you dont stop
Rock it out baby bubbah to the boogie da bang bang
The boogie to the boogie da beat

I said i cant wait til the end of the week
When im rappin to the rhythm of a groovy beat
And attempt to raise your body heat
Just blow your mind so that you cant speak
And do a thing but a rock and shuffle your feet
And let it change up to a dance called the freak
And when ya finally do come in to your rhythmic beat
Rest a little while so ya dont get weak
I know a man named hank
He has more rhymes than a serious bank
So come on hank sing that song
To the rhythm of the boogie da bang bang da bong

Well, im imp the dimp the ladies pimp
The women fight for my delight
But im the grandmaster with the three mcs
That shock the house for the young ladies
And when you come inside, into the front
You do the freak, spank, and do the bump
And when the sucker mcs try to prove a point

We're treacherous trio, we're the serious joint
A from sun to sun and from day to day
I sit down and write a brand new rhyme
Because they say that miracles never cease
I've created a devastating masterpiece
I'm gonna rock the mike til you cant resist
Everybody, i say it goes like this
Well i was comin home late one dark afternoon
A reporter stopped me for a interview
She said she's heard stories and she's heard fables
That i'm vicious on the mike and the turntables
This young reporter i did adore
So i rocked a vicious rhyme like i never did before
She said damn fly guy im in love with you
The casanova legend must have been true
I said by the way baby what's your name
Said i go by the name of lois lane
And you could be my boyfiend you surely can
Just let me quit my boyfriend called superman
I said he's a fairy i do suppoose
Flyin through the air in pantyhose
He may be very sexy or even cute
But he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit
I said you need a man who's got finesse
And his whole name across his chest
He may be able to fly all through the night
But can he rock a party til the early light
He cant satisfy you with his little worm
But i can bust you out with my super sperm
I go do it, i go do it, i go do it, do it , do it
An i'm here an i'm there i'm big bang hank, im everywhere
Just throw your hands up in the air
And party hardy like you just dont care
Let's do it dont stop yall a tick a tock yall you dont stop
Go hotel motel what you gonna do today (say what)
Im gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spank drive off in a def oj
Everybody go hotel motel holiday inn
You say if your girl starts actin up then you take her friend
I say skip, dive, what can i say
I cant fit em all inside my oj
So i just take half and bust them out
I give the rest to master gee so he could shock the house

It was twelve o'clock one friday night
I was rockin to the beat and feelin all right
Everybody was dancin on the floor
Doin all the things they never did before
And then this fly fly girl with a sexy lean
She came into the bar, she came into the scene
As she traveled deeper inside the room
All the fellas checked out her white sasoons
She came up to the table, looked into my eyes
Then she turned around and shook her behind
So i said to myself, its time for me to release
My vicious rhyme i call my masterpiece
And now people in the house this is just for you
A little rap to make you boogaloo
Now the group ya hear is called phase two
And let me tell ya somethin we're a helluva crew
Once a week we're on the street
Just a-cuttin' the jams and making it free
For you to party ya got to have the movies
So we'll get right down and give you the groove
For you to dance you gotta get hype
So we'll get right down for you tonight
Now the system's on and the girls are there
Ya definitely have a rockin affair
But let me tell ya somethin there's still one fact
That to have a party ya got to have a rap
So when the party's over you're makin it home
And tryin to sleep before the break of dawn
And while ya sleepin ya start to dream
And thinkin how ya danced on the disco scene
My name appears in your mind
Yeah, a name you know that was right on time
It was phase two just a doin a do
Rockin ya down cause ya know we could
To the rhythm of the beat that makes ya freak
Come alive girls get on your feet
To the rhythm of the beat to the beat the beat
To the double beat beat that it makes ya freak
To the rhythm of the beat that says ya go on
On n on into the break of dawn
Now i got a man comin on right now
He's guaranteed to throw down
He goes by the name of wonder mike
Come on wonder mike do what ya like

Like a can of beer that's sweeter than honey
Like a millionaire that has no money
Like a rainy day that is not wet
Like a gamblin fiend that does not bet
Like dracula with out his fangs
Like the boogie to the boogie without the boogie bang
Like collard greens that dont taste good
Like a tree that's not made out of wood
Like goin up and not comin down
Is just like the beat without the sound no sound
To the beat beat, ya do the freak
Everybody just rock and dance to the beat
Have you ever went over a friends house to eat
And the food just aint no good
I mean the macaroni's soggy the peas are mushed
And the chicken tastes like wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By sayin that youre full
And then your friend says momma he's just being polite
He aint finished uh uh that's bull
So your heart starts pumpin and you think of a lie
And you say that you already ate
And your friend says man there's plenty of food
So you pile some more on your plate
While the stinky foods steamin your mind starts to dreamin
Of the moment that it's time to leave
And then you look at your plate and your chickens slowly rottin
Into something that looks like cheese
Oh so you say that's it i got to leave this place
I dont care what these people think
Im just sittin here makin myself nauseous
With this ugly food that stinks
So you bust out the door while its still closed
Still sick from the food you ate
And then you run to the store for quick relief
From a bottle of kaopectate
And then you call your friend two weeks later
To see how he has been
And he says i understand about the food
Baby bubbah but we're still friends
With a hip hop the hippie to the hippie
The hip hip a hop a you dont stop the rockin
To the bang bang boogie
Say up jump the boogie to the rhythm of the boogie the beat
I say hank can ya rock
Can ya rock to the rhythm that just dont stop
Can ya hip me to the shoobie doo
I said come on make the make the people move

I go to the halls and then ring the bell
Because i am the man with the clientele
And if ya ask me why i rock so well
A big bang, i got clientele
And from the time i was only six years old
I never forgot what i was told
It was the best advice that i ever had
It came from my wise dear old dad
He said sit down punk i wanna talk to you
And dont say a word until i'm through
Now there's a time to laugh a time to cry
A time to live and a time to die
A time to break and a time to chill
To act civilized or act real ill
But whatever ya do in your lifetime
Ya never let a mc steal your rhyme
So from sixty six til this very day
Ill always remember what he had to say
So when the sucker mcs try to chump my style
I let them know that i'm versatile
I got style finesse and a little black book
That's filled with rhymes and i know you wanna look
But there's a thing that separates you from me
And that's called originality
Because my rhymes are on from what you heard
I didnt even bite and not a god d--m word
And i say a little more later on tonight
So the sucker mc's can bite all night
A tick a tock yall a beat beat yall
A lets rock yall ya dont stop
Ya go hotel motel whatcha gonna do today (say what)
Ya say im gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spankin
Drive off in a def oj
Everybody go hotel motel holiday inn
Ya say if your girl starts actin up then you take her friends
A like that yall to the beat yall
Beat beat yall ya dont stop
A master gee am I mellow?
Its on you so whatcha gonna do

Well like johnny carson on the late show
A like frankie croker in stereo
Well like the barkay's singin holy ghost
The sounds to throw down they're played the most

Its like my man captain sky
Whose name he earned with his super sperm
We rock and we dont stop
Get off yall im here to give you whatcha got
To the beat that it makes you freak
And come alive girl get on your feet
A like a perry mason without a case
Like farrah fawcett without her face

Like the barkays on the mike
Like gettin right down for you tonight
Like movin your body so ya dont know how
Right to the rhythm and throw down

Like comin alive to the master gee
The brother who rocks so viciously
I said the age of one my life begun
At the age of two i was doin the do
At the age of three it was you and me
Rockin to the sounds of the master gee
At the age of four i was on the floor
Givin all the freaks what they bargained for
At the age of five i didnt take no jive
With the master gee its all the way live
At the age of six i was a pickin up sticks
Rappin to the beat my stick was fixed
At the age of seven i was rockin
In heaven dontcha know i went off
I got right on down to the beat you see
Gettin right on down makin all the girls
Just take of their clothes to the beat the beat
To the double beat beat that makes you freak
At the age of eight i was really great
Cause every night you see i had a date
At the age of nine i was right on time
Cause every night i had a party rhyme
Goin on n n on n on on n on
The beat dont stop until the break of dawn
A sayin on n n on n on on n on...
Like a hot buttered de pop de pop de pop
A saying on n n on n on on n on
Cause i'm a helluva man when i'm on the mike
I am the definate feast delight
Cause i'm a helluva man when i'm on the mike
I am the definate feast delight
Come to the master gee you see
The brother who rocks so viciously
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The Wedding Singer is a 1998 American romantic comedy film directed by Frank Coraci, written by Tim Herlihy, and produced by Robert Simonds and Jack Giarraputo. The film stars Adam Sandler, Drew Barrymore and Christine Taylor, and tells the story of a wedding singer in 1985 who falls in love with a waitress. The film was released on February 13, 1998. Produced on a budget of US$18 million, it grossed $123 million worldwide and received generally positive reviews from critics. It is often ranked as one of Sandler's best comedies.

The film was later adapted into a stage musical of the same name, debuting on Broadway in April 2006 and closing on New Year's Eve of that same year. Jon Lovitz would reprise his role as Jimmie Moore in the episode of the same name of The Goldbergs, set during the events of The Wedding Singer, with Sandler, Barrymore and Billy Idol appearing through the use of archival footage.
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Genre(s): Soundtrack
Length: 56:00
Released: February 3rd, 1998
Year: 1998

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