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[Spoken:] [David Allan Coe:] I thought what was cool, was... uh, rockin' Rita Looking for a Dimebag, like, people who don't Know who you are think it's some chick lookin' For dope. [Dimebag:] Exaclty. [David Allan Coe:] [Laughs] [Dimebag:] You know it's all about the lyrics. [David Allan Coe:] You know what I mean? [Dimebag:] Yeah, man. [David Allan Coe:] Yeah, I hear ya. [Dimebag:] Here we go... [Sung:] Cowboy junkies on the radio Singin' some ol' funky tune Time to change the station He says: Stop the car Let me out |
I say hey, dude What's that all about The artist formally known as Man, that's insane Purple Rain, hey dude Cut me some slack What's his real name Bridge, man New York City streets Horns blowin' I don't care People goin' God knows where Freaks on the corner Hair dyed blue Lookin' at me But I'm lookin' at you I wonder What am I doin' here What am I doin' here Whiskey signs Fashion in my mind Time to get loaded And get out of this town Pantera on the Marquee Better stay one more day Iron Maiden, Motorhead Fuck, heavy metal ain't dead Hey dude What's that you said |
Rockin' Rita Lookin' for a Dimebag What's up with that dude Ah, turn the music up Turn the music up Go to the bridge, now New York City streets Horns blowin' I don't care People goin' God knows where I don't care Freaks on the corner Hair dyed blue Lookin' at me And I'm lookin' at you What am I doin' here God, what am I doin' here You say your name is [Spoken:] Hey dude, check it out. I got this tape by some Friends of mine, called Punk Jack. Ey, good, you Gotta hear these guys. They ain't got no record Deal. What difference does that make? You don't Need a record deal, motherfucker - listen to the Music, dude. Fuckin' A, dude |
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