Yello - Essential Yello Lyrics
Oh Yeah
Oh yeah... oh yeah... oh yeah
The moon... beautiful
The sun... even more beautiful
Oh yeah... oh yeah... oh yeah
Beautiful
Oh yeah... oh yeah...
Good time
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
The Race
Shout! (shout!)
Count on me I'm gonna win the race
Count on me I'm gonna win the race
Room-dah-bee-boom the whippering dong
Room-dah-bee-boom the whippering dong
Now shut the door keep down to south
Shut the door keep down to south
Shut the door keep down to south
Not any track is turning but the race is in my head
I'm attacking the illusion but the stopping drives me mad
Time is running out and the illusion fades away
Time is running out another day is on it's way
Another sun was shining and he knew he wasn't great
He didn't ever talk about he knew he couldn't wait
Are you ever gonna push me let me run and let me do
I need it and I'm ready and I haven't got a clue
Not any track is turning but the race is in my head
I'm attacking the illusion but the stopping drives me mad
Fire away!
This is the race!
Why?
Burn!
Shout!
Lies!
Give me the race!
Another sun was shining and he knew he wasn't great
He didn't ever talk about he knew he couldn't wait
I need this race!
Are you ever gonna push me let me run and let me do
I need it and I'm ready and I haven't got a clue
Any track is turning but the race is in my head
I'm attacking the illusion but the stopping drives me mad
Fire away!
Time is running out and the illusion fades away
Time is running out another day is on it's way
This is the race!
Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen
This is billy mckloski from palm springs reporting for nbc sports of
America
Twenty seconds to the start of the thirty-first formula race on a hot
Sunny afternoon here in california
On the fast lane of the street I'm driving
Sometimes, somewhere, I'm arriving
Every day and every night
Why?
I need this race!
Count on me I'm gonna win the race
Count on me I'm gonna win the race
Room-dah-bee-boom the whippering dong
Room-dah-bee-boom the whippering dong
Shut the door keep down to south
Shut the door keep down to south
Shut the door keep down to south
Race in my head!
Writer: BORIS BLANK, DIETER MEIER
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Drive/Driven
Tonight you gotta look in my eyes
You got it, you drive me out of my mind
Drive, driven
Gave, given
It's dangerous to stay
And I say
Drive, driven
Gave, given
I gave myself away
You drive me crazy
You're lazy
Calling my name
You drive me crazy
You're lazy
Out of my mind
Cause you're a diva
I'm a believer
Cause you're a diva
I'm a believer
Tonight, you gotta give me a number of games
You got it, you gotta give me a number of names
Drive, driven
Gave, given
It's dangerous to stay
And I say
Drive, driven
Gave, given
I gave myself away
You drive me crazy
Writer: BORIS BLANK, DIETER MEIER
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Rubberbandman
Shoot, bang, no rhyme [should I know why]
I'm in love with you
Shoot back, just a fight [should I justify]
Out of the blue
I'm the rubberbandman with the rubberman touch
Out of the blue, love is such
Rubberband man with the rubberband pack
You're the one, you'll get me back on track
Shoot, bang, no rhyme [should I know why]
I'm in love with you
Shoot back, just a fight [should I justify]
Out of the blue
Everybody told me what they shouldn't do
I haven't got the problem
Haven't got the clue
I'm doing what I'm feeling and I'm doing fine
The rubberbandman, I don't mind
Shoot, bang, no rhyme [should I know why]
I'm in love with you
Shoot back, just a fight [should I justify]
Out of the blue
I got the rubberband dance
It's chewin' the fat
Cause I'm the rubberbandman
Out of the can
Hoping when I see you I'm back on by
The rubberbandman doin' fine
Shoot, bang, no rhyme [should I know why]
I'm in love with you
Shoot back, just a fight [should I justify]
Out of the blue
The filthy woman tells me what I shouldn't do
I'm jumping in my can, out of the blue
I haven't got the problem living in the can
I'm doing alright, I'm the rubberbandman
Writer: BORIS BLANK, DIETER MEIER
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Vicious Games
I never knew
How much I loved you
I never knew
How much I cared
So I played
Vicious games, vicious games
With different names, different names
Vicious games, vicious games
With different names, different names
I was afraid
To go under
Afraid to see
When I closed my eyes
Vicious games, vicious games
With different names, different names
Vicious games, vicious games
With different names, different names
I never knew
How much I loved you
I never knew
How much I care
I just played
Vicious games, vicious games
With different names, different names
Vicious games, vicious games
With different names, different names
Now that you're gone
And you have left me
I had to learn
I had to learn how much it hurts
To play those vicious games
Vicious games, vicious games
Different names, different names
Vicious games, vicious games
Different names, different names
Vicious games, vicious games
Different names, different names
Vicious games, vicious games
Different names, different names
Writer: Boris Blank, Dieter Meier
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Tied Up
...tied up, tied up
Tied up, tied up
Tied up, tied up...
Gulemo dilemma
Gulemo dilemma
Tie me up, the city heat
Bring the bell, go down the street
Tie me up to the babaumba beat
Try to beat, try to fight
Take me back into the ring tonight
Shake it up, beat down the beat
Shake it up to the babaumba heat
It's the african queen, we got the summer night grand
It's the african queen, the hottest lady in town
It's the african queen, who keeps me on my feet
It's the african queen, the babaumba beat
All you need is love
Take my heart
And hold me tight forever, forever
Bombo-yo, ko ko ko bombo ya
Bombo-yo, ko ko ko bombo ya
Bombo-yo, ko ko ko bombo ya
Ring the bell
Roll down the street
Tie me up into the city heat
Take me guys, keep up the beat
Bring the bell into the city heat
Tied up, tied up
Tied up, tied up
Tied up, tied up
Tied up, tied up
Tied up, tied up
Tied up, tied up
Tied up, tied up
Tied up, tied up
Gulemo dilemma
Gulemo dilemma
Got awaaaaaaaaaay
Got awaaaaaaaaaay
Got awaaaaaaaaaay (de-le-maaaaaa)
(bal-du-ah)
Take me guys, keep up the beat
Bring the bell into the city heat
Got awaaaaaaaaaay eko-ahll-ahhhhhhhhhhhhh
Ring the bell, roll down the street
Tie me up into the city heat
Take me guys, keep up the beat
Bring the bell into the city heat
Take it up, beat on the beat
Shake it up, the babaumba beat
Keep your cool, keep cool your mind
Shift the beat, you're one of a kind
Kick the gong, beef up the beat
Back to hell into the city heat
Hit the bell, roll down the street
Tie me up to the babaumba beat
Take the beat, take the fight
Take me back into the ring tonight
It's the african queen, we got the summer night grand
It's the african queen, the hottest lady in town
It's the african queen, who keeps me on my feet
It's the african queen, the babaumba beat
Gulemo dilemma
It's the african queen, we got the summer night grand
It's the african queen, the hottest lady in town
It's the african queen, who keeps me on my feet
It's the african queen, the babaumba beat
All you need is love
Take my heart and hold me tight forever, forever
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Lost Again
I told you lady
Take me for one day
Please don't ask any questions
You know I can stay
I wish the wind was cold
I want to hold you baby hold
Only in your arms I'm lost
Don't look at me
I wish the wind was cold
I want to hold you baby hold
Only in your arms I'm lost
Don't look at me
I know isn't this crazy
Let's have a last drink
Don't ask where I come from
And don't ask what I think
I leave you, lady
Full of desire to stay
I wish the wind was cold
I want to hold you baby hold
Only in your arms I'm lost
Don't look at me
I told you
Take me for one day
Don't ask any questions
You know I can stay
I wish the wind was cold
I want to hold you baby hold
Only in your arms I'm lost
Don't look at me
I wish the wind was cold
I want to hold you baby hold
Only in your arms I'm lost
Don't look at me
I wish the wind was cold
I want to hold you baby hold
Only in your arms I'm lost
Don't look at me
I wish the wind was cold
I want to hold you baby hold
Only in your arms I'm lost
Don't look at me
Writer: BORIS BLANK, DIETER MEIER
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
I Love You
You know I need it
To ride in your car
I know it's dangerous
You're going too far
I'm always with you
Wherever you go
This is a sensual
The way you drive is just sensational
I hate to love you
Love you all the same
You know baby
Driving is a serious game
You gonna get me a heart attack
Stop it, hold it
Hold it back
I know it's dangerous
You're going too far
I'm always with you wherever you go
You know I need it
To ride in your car
I'm always with you
Wherever you go
This is a sensual
The way you drive is just sensational
I hate to love you
Love you all the same
You know baby
Driving is a serious game
You gonna get me a heart attack
Stop it, hold it
Hold it back
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Of Course Im Lying
Her name was Julie
When she took me on a ride in her old Chevrolet
Straight into a dusty sundown
I knew she was gonna make up one of her stories
And then she couldn't believe that I told her
How much I love her lies and how much I love her games
Riding on the highway
You're going much too far
You're lying so much better
When you drive a car
You're lying 'til the sundown
So look into my face
You're lying (I love it)
You're lying (I love it)
You're lying (I love it)
You're lying (I love it)
You're lying
I love your games
I love your lies
I love your games
Look in my eyes
Don't believe I'm worried
When you're playing all these games
I love your lies just hold me tight
I got no one to blame
You're lying, I'm buying
I'm buying every word
I love your lies
I love your games
Take me to the ballroom
We're dancing through the night
I'm in your arms, I love your lies
They make me feel so light
You're lying to your shadow
So look into my face
You're lying (I love it)
You're lying (I love it)
You're lying (I love it)
You're lying (I love it)
You're lying
Julie stopped her car
The sun had gone and left one of these dark red skies
She looked in my eyes and with a smile in her face she said
"Of Course I'm Lying.
But I think I love you."
Take me on the highway
You're going much too far
You're lying even better
When you drive a car
You're lying 'til the sundown
So look into my face
You're lying (I love it)
You're lying (I love it)
You're lying (I love it)
You're lying (I love it)
You're lying
I love your games
I love your lies
I love your games
Look in my eyes
Take me in your arms and hold me tight just for tonight
I need no drugs I love your lies
You hide me from the night
You're lying, I'm buying
I'm buying every word
I love your lies
I love your games
Writer: BORIS BLANK, DIETER MEIER
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Pinball Cha Cha
Welcome
In lucy's bar
Hey you gentlemen over there
Come on closer
See me play
The sensational game
It's the only thing I've got in my life
And I play it every day
And, well, believe it or not,
It's just... pinball
And for me it's
Claro que si
Claro que si
Come, come close to me
I tell you man you will see
I'm like happy tree
Come close and then you will see
Every ball for me's another game
For you this always looks the same
Every ball for me's another game
For you this always looks the same
Hey you, man you watch me
Might be right I am a fool
But man why don't you tell me
If you know a better tool
All the gates are lit
This is very good for me
It's like a kiss
Watch out man and you will see
Now all lights are on
Believe me man that I have won
I know for you this doesn't look a lot
For me this is the only thing I got
I really couldn't care less
If you take me a for a fool
I know you couldn't show me
Any better tool
Oy oy oy
I like my toy
Claro que si
Is yes for sure
Oy oy oy
I like my toy
A knack inside
I win another game
I press the button and it's not the same
Writer: BORIS BLANK, DIETER MEIER
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Bostich
[Chorus:]
Standing at the machine every day for all my life
I'm used to do it and I need it
It's the only thing I want
It's just a rush, push, cash
[Chorus]
Standing at the machine every day for all my life
I'm used to do it and I need it
It's the only thing I want
It's just a rush, push, cash
Rush, push, rush, push, rush, push, rush, push
Standing at the machine every day for all my life
I'm used to do it and I need it
It's the only thing I want
Writer: BORIS BLANK, DIETER MEIER
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Desire
The sun
Blowing the moon away
Lights me up for
One more day
The streets are naked
In the morning sun
The night lifts behind me
I run and run
Morning heat
Puts a thin film of sweat on my face
A little man, his eyes half closed
Puts chairs on tables
Admires his work
And collects a quarter from the floor
I head over to broadway
Where I watch myself
Having a slow breakfast
Trying to impress the barman with a fresh voice
When I ask for the bill
The sun
Blowing the moon away
Lights me up for
One more day
The streets are naked
In the morning sun
The night lifts behind me
I run and run
Desire
Desire for the unknown eyes
Desire for the unknown name
I'm burning in the morning sun, I want to run
Desire for the unknown name
Desire for the unknown love
I'm burning in the morning sun
Writer: BORIS BLANK, DIETER MEIER
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Jungle Bill
The moon is a drop in a black hole
The sun is a hell of a light
But nobody's blue is brighter
Than the blue in my baby tonight
A man is a snake in the autumn
Maybe dew [baby-do] is making him wretch
Oh man was it dark in the jungle
His heart is an empty fretch [thretch? ]
A man is a duck in the jungle
Who's lost in the big bamboo
Snake jumps out of the fire
And it's cryin' [goin'] for baby-do
The moon is a drop in a black hole
The sun was a hell of a light
Oh man I'm gonna have my ice cold
Baby-do is out of sight
I'm in danger
In your jungle
I'm a stranger
Land of mambo
Cause what you do
Must be voodoo
I'm in danger
Oh baby-do
Writer: BORIS BLANK, DIETER MEIER
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Call It Love
For all these years
I've been rushing and running away
I have seen the cities
The bars and the beaches are full
To keep away from you
I know I'll meet you
One day, for a lifetime
I'm scared
One thousand years I could live on your smile
I'm scared
And run away forever
For all that time I've been crazy
There is no escape
Come back to the city
Come back in the hotel and wait
The city waits forever
Writer: RICK LONOW, BILLY CRAIN, RONNIE GUILBEAU
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Goldrush
Give me your gold
Blue moon is walking
These lips are smoking
Big time disaster
My heart gets faster
My pot is melting
Doctors consulting destiny
Give it to me
This is
Your show and it's old
And it's a wonder
This day I give it to you
Give it to you
Give me your gold
Give me your gold
You got a nugget in your pocket
Got a nugget in your hand
You got a nugget in your pocket
Got a nugget for a grand
So forget your hesitation
Take a dozen invitation
Like it's for a great confusion
Like it's for a grand illusion
Clouds... love... stars... colors
Take it into the night
Writer: BORIS BLANK, DIETER MEIER
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
The Rhythm Divine
You know that my tears
Have kept me awake
The longer you're gone
I'll hunger and shake
From warsaw to rome
I'll wait out of time
With you in my heart
The rhythm divine
So won't you come close
Bring this to an end
With each winter rose
My love I will send
So tender the night
When you hold me tight
With you in my heart
The rhythm divine
With you in my heart
The rhythm divine
You know that these tears
Have kept me awake
The longer you're gone
I'll hunger and shake
From warsaw to rome
I'll wait out of time
With you in my heart
The rhythm divine
The rhythm divine
The rhythm divine
With you in my heart
The rhythm divine
Writer: BORIS BLANK, BILLY MCKENZIE
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group