My name is Billy Austin
I’m Twenty-Nine years old
I was born in Oklahoma
Quarter Cherokee I’m told
Don’t remember Oklahoma
Been so long since I left home
Seems like I’ve always been in prison
Like I’ve always been alone

Didn’t mean to hurt nobody
Never thought I’d cross that line
I held up a filling station
Like I’d done a hundred times
The kid done like I told him
He lay face down on the floor
guess I’ll never know what made me
Turn and walk back through that door

The shot rang out like thunder
My ears rang like a bell
No one came runnin’
So I called the cops myself
Took their time to get there
And I guess I could’a run
I knew I should be feeling something
But I never shed tear one

I didn’t even make the papers
‘Cause I only killed one man
but my trial was over quickly
And then the long hard wait began
Court appointed lawyer
Couldn’t look me in the eye
He just stood up and closed his briefcase
When they sentenced me to die

Now my waitin’s over
As the final hour drags by
I ain’t about to tell you
That I don’t deserve to die
But there’s twenty-seven men here
Mostly black, brown and poor
Most of em are guilty
Who are you to say for sure?

So when the preacher comes to get me
And they shave off all my hair
Could you take that long walk with me
Knowing hell is waitin’ there
Could you pull that switch yourself sir
With a sure and steady hand
Could you still tell youself
That you’re better than I am

My name is Billy Austin
I’m twenty-nine years old
I was born in Oklahoma
Quarter Cherokee I’m told

Billy Austin is a song from the album The Hard Way released in 1990.

Soulja Boy off in this oh
Watch me crank it, watch me roll
Watch me crank dat, Soulja Boy
Then Superman dat oh

Now watch me you
(Crank dat, Soulja Boy)
Now watch me you
(Crank dat, Soulja Boy)

Now watch me you
(Crank dat, Soulja Boy)
Now watch me you
(Crank dat, Soulja Boy)
Now watch

Soulja Boy off in this oh
Watch me crank it, watch me roll
Watch me crank dat, Soulja Boy
Then Superman dat oh

Now watch me you
(Crank dat, Soulja Boy)
Now watch me you
(Crank dat, Soulja Boy)

Now watch me you
(Crank dat Soulja Boy)
Now watch me you
(Crank dat, Soulja Boy)
Now watch

Soulja Boy off in this oh
Watch me lean then watch me rock
Super Man dat oh
Yeah watch me crank dat Robocop

Super Fresh, now watch me jock
Jocking on them haterz man
When I do dat Soulja Boy
I lean to the left and crank dat thing Now you

I’m jocking on you, I’m jockin’ on you
And if we get the fightin’
Then I’m cocking on you, then I’m cockin’ on you
You catch me at yo local party
Yes I crank it everyday
Haterz get mad cuz
I got me some Bathin’ Apes

Soulja Boy off in this oh
Watch me crank it, watch me roll
Watch me crank dat, Soulja Boy
Then Superman dat oh

Now watch me you
(Crank dat, Soulja Boy)
Now watch me you
(Crank dat, Soulja Boy)

Now watch me you
(Crank dat, Soulja Boy)
Now watch me you
(Crank dat, Soulja Boy)
Now watch

Soulja Boy off in this oh
Watch me crank it, watch me roll
Watch me crank dat, Soulja Boy
Then Superman dat oh

Now watch me you
(Crank dat, Soulja Boy)
Now watch me you
(Crank dat, Soulja Boy)

Now watch me you
(Crank dat, Soulja Boy)
Now watch me you
(Crank dat, Soulja Boy)
Now watch

I’m bouncin’ on my toe
Watch me super soak dat oh
I’ma pass it to Arab
And he’s gon’ crank it up fo’ sho’

Haterz wanna be me
Soulja Boy, I’m the man
They be lookin’ at my neck
Sayin’ it’s the Rubberband Man, man
Watch me do it, watch me do it
Dance, dance
Let get to it, let get to it

Nope, you can’t do it like me
Doe, so don’t do it like me
Folk, I see you tryna do it like me
Man that **** was ugly

Soulja Boy off in this oh
Watch me crank it, watch me roll
Watch me crank dat, Soulja Boy
Then Superman dat oh

Now watch me you
(Crank dat, Soulja Boy)
Now watch me you
(Crank dat, Soulja Boy)

Now watch me you
(Crank dat, Soulja Boy)
Now watch me you
(Crank dat, Soulja Boy)
Now watch

Soulja Boy off in this oh
Watch me crank it, watch me roll
Watch me crank dat, Soulja Boy
Then Superman dat oh

Now watch me you
(Crank dat, Soulja Boy)
Now watch me you
(Crank dat, Soulja Boy)

Now watch me you
(Crank dat, Soulja Boy)
Now watch me you
(Crank dat, Soulja Boy)
Now watch

I’m too fresh off in this oh
Watch me crank it, watch me roll
Watch me crank that Roosevelt
And super soak that oh

Super soak that oh
Super soak that oh
Super soak that oh
Super soak that oh

I’m too fresh now watch me do
Watch me shuffle, watch me do
Watch me crank that Soulja Boy, now Superman do it

Superman do it
Superman do it
Ahh

Soulja Boy off in this oh
Watch me crank it, watch me roll
Watch me crank dat, Soulja Boy
Then Superman dat oh

Now watch me you
(Crank dat, Soulja Boy)
Now watch me you
(Crank dat, Soulja Boy)

Now watch me you
(Crank dat, Soulja Boy)
Now watch me you
(Crank dat, Soulja Boy)
Now watch

Soulja Boy off in this oh
Watch me crank it, watch me roll
Watch me crank dat, Soulja Boy
Then Superman dat oh

Now watch me you
(Crank dat, Soulja Boy)
Now watch me you
(Crank dat, Soulja Boy)

Now watch me you
(Crank dat, Soulja Boy)
Now watch me you
(Crank dat, Soulja Boy)
Now watch You, ahh you

Travis Landon Barker, born November 14, 1975, is an American musician, producer and entrepreneur, most noted as the drummer for the American pop punk band Blink 182. Crank That is his drumming mix on Soulja Boy’s hit song.

Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Well I Love Tv And I Love T. Rex
I Can See Through Your Skirt
I’ve Got X-Ray Spex
I Came From The Sky Like A 747
I’m The Bad Boy Baby I Fell Out Of Heaven
Sex Fuhrer Baby I’m A Love Dictator
Blitzkrieg Romance I’m A Cool Dominator

P-R-I-M-E Prime Mover
Baby You’re M-I-N-E I’m The Groover

Well I’m Christ In Shades I’m A Napalm God
Your Lipstick Flickers Round My Lightning Rod
You Fever Pitch Bitch You Love To Tease
Well I’m A Hot Dog Daddy Up On Your Knees
Sex Fuhrer Baby I’m A Love Dictator
Blitzkrieg Romance I’m A Living Detonator

P-R-I-M-E Prime Mover
Baby You’re M-I-N-E I’m The Groover Yeah

I’m The Sex Fuhrer Baby I’m A Love Dictator
You’re A Disco Reptile A Funky Alligator

P-R-I-M-E Prime Mover
Baby You’re M-I-N-E I’m The Groover

The band is the brainchild of Mark Manning, a graphic artist and editor of London’s Flexipop magazine. Realesed the hit single Prime Mover in 1987 who entered the UK Single Charts Top 20.

Chimes sing Sunday morn
Today’s the day she’s sworn
To steal what she never could own
And race from this hole she calls home

Now you’re at the wheel
Tell me how, how does it feel?
So good to have equalised
To lift up the lids of your eyes

As the miles they disappear
See land begin to clear
Free from the filth and the scum
This American satelite’s won

She’ll carry on through it all
She’s a waterfall

She’ll carry on through it all
She’s a waterfall

See the steeple pine
The hills as old as time
Soon to be put to the test
To be whipped by the winds of the west

Stands on shifting sands
The scales held in her hands
The wind it just whips her and wails
And fills up her brigantine sails

She’ll carry on through it all
She’s a waterfall

She’ll carry on through it all
She’s a waterfall

Waterfall is the 9th single from The Stone Roses. It was the fourth single taken from their debut album The Stone Roses. It was released on 30 December 1991.

Just plug me in just like I was Eddie Harris
You’re eating crazy cheese like you would think I’m from Paris
You know I get fly, you think I get high
You know that I’m gone and I’mma tell you all why
So tell me who are you dissing? Maybe I’m missing
The reason that you’re smiling or wilding
So listen in my head I just want to take ‘em down
Imagination set loose and I’m gonna shake ‘em down
Let it flow like a mud slide
When I get on I like to ride and glide
I’ve got depth of perception in my text y’all
I get props at my mention ’cause I vex y’all
So what’cha want
I get so funny with the money that you flaunt
I said where’d you get your information from huh?
You think that you can front when revelation comes

Yeh, you can’t front on that

Well they call me mike d the ever loving man
I’m like Spoonie Gee well I’m the metropolitician
You scream and you holler about my Chevy Impala
But the sweat is getting wet around the ring around your collar
But like a dream I’m flowing without no stopping
Sweeter than a cherry pie with ready whip topping
Goin’ from mic to mic kickin’ it wall to wall
Well I’ll be calling out you people like a casting call
Well it’s wack when you’re jacked in the back of a ride
With your know with your flow when you’re out getting by
Believe me what you see is what you get
And you see me I’m coming off as you can bet
Well I think I’m losing my mind this time
This time I’m losing my mind
That right, said I think I’m losing my mind this time
This time I’m losing my mind

Yeh, you can’t front on that

But little do you know about something that I talk about
I’m tired of driving it’s due time that I walk about
But in the meantime, I’m wise to the demise
I’ve got eyes in the back of my head so I realize
Well I’m Dr. Spock I’m here to rock y’all
I want you off the wall if you’re playing the wall
I said what’cha want
Y’all suckers write me checks and then they bounce
So I reach into my pocket for the fresh amount
See I’m long leaner, Victor the cleaner
I’m the illest motherfucker from here to Gardena
Well I’m as cool as a cucumber in a bowl of hot sauce
You’ve got the rhyme and reason but got no cause
Well if you’re hot to trot you think you’re slicker than grease
I’ve got news for ya crews ya’ll be sucking like a leach

Yeh, You can’t front on that

So what’cha want…

So What’cha Want is the second single from the album Check Your Head by the Beastie Boys, released on June 2, 1992. Later it was sampled on the opening track och Beck’s album Guero in 2005.

Oh yeah
In France a skinny man
Died of a big disease with a little name
By chance his girlfriend came across a needle
And soon she did the same
At home there are seventeen-year-old boys
And their idea of fun
Is being in a gang called The Disciples
High on crack, totin’ a machine gun

Time, time

Hurricane Annie ripped the ceiling of a church
And killed everyone inside
U turn on the telly and every other story
Is tellin’ U somebody died
Sister killed her baby cuz she could afford 2 feed it
And we’re sending people 2 the moon
In September my cousin tried reefer 4 the very first time
Now he’s doing horse, it’s June

Times, times

It’s silly, no?
When a rocket ship explodes
And everybody still wants 2 fly
Some say a man ain’t happy
Unless a man truly dies
Oh why

Time, time

Baby make a speech, Star Wars fly
Neighbors just shine it on
But if a night falls and a bomb falls
Will anybody see the dawn
Time, times

It’s silly, no?
When a rocket blows
And everybody still wants 2 fly
Some say a man ain’t happy, truly
Until a man truly dies
Oh why, oh why, Sign O the Times

Time, time

Sign O the Times mess with your mind
Hurry before it’s 2 late
Let’s fall in love, get married, have a baby
We’ll call him Nate… if it’s a boy

Sign ‘o’ the Times is the lead single off Prince’s 1987 album of the same name. It was written on a Sunday, when Prince usually wrote his most introspective songs.

You with the sad eyes
Don’t be discouraged, though i realize it’s hard to
take courage in a world, full of people,
you can lose sight of it
And the darkness inside you
will make you feel so small

But I see your true colors, shining through
I see your true colors, and that’s why I love you
So don’t be afraid, to let them show
Your true colors, true colors
Are beautiful, like a rainbow

Show me a smile, don’t be unhappy
I can’t remember when i last saw you laughing
If this world makes you crazy and
you’ve taken in all you can bare
You call me up- because you know I’ll be there

I can’t remember when I last saw you laughing
If this world makes you crazy
and you take in all you can bare
You call me up- because you know I’ll be there

And I see your true colors, shining through
I see your true colors and thats why I love you
So don’t be afraid to let them show
Your true colors, true colors,
True colors, are shining through
I see your true colors and that’s why i love you
So don’t be afraid to let them show
Your true colors, true colors
Are beautiful, like a rainbow

True Colors is a song written by songwriters Billy Steinberg and Tom Kelly. It was both the title track and the first single released from Cyndi Lauper’s second album.

Three important rules for breaking up
Don’t put off breaking up when you know you want to
Prolonging the situation only makes it worse
Tell him honestly, simply, kindly, but firmly
Don’t make a big production
Don’t make up an elaborate story
This will help you avoid a big tear jerking scene
If you wanna date other people say so
Be prepared for the boy to feel hurt and rejected
Even if you’ve gone together for only a short time,
And haven’t been too serious,
There’s still a feeling of rejection
When someone says she prefers the company of others
To your exclusive company,
But if you’re honest, and direct,
And avoid making a flowery emotional speech when you break the news,
The boy will respect you for your frankness,
And honestly he’ll appreciate the kind of straight forward manner
In which you told him your decision
Unless he’s a real jerk or a cry baby you’ll remain friends

I’m head of the class
I’m popular
I’m a quarter back
I’m popular
My mom says I’m a catch
I’m popular
I’m never last picked
I got a cheerleader chick

Being attractive is the most important thing there is
If you wanna catch the biggest fish in your pond
You have to be as attractive as possible
Make sure to keep your hair spotless and clean
Wash it at least every two weeks
Once every two weeks
And if you see Johnny football hero in the hall
Tell him he played a great game
Tell him you liked his article in the newspaper

I’m the party star
I’m popular
I’ve got my own car
I’m popular
I’ll never get caught
I’m popular
I make football bets.
I’m a teachers pet

I propose we support a one month limit on going steady
I think It will keep people more able to deal with weird situations
And get to know more people
I think if you’re ready to go out with Johnny
Now’s the time to tell him about your one month limit
He wont mind he’ll appreciate your fresh look on dating
And once you’ve dated someone else you can date him again
I’m sure he’ll like it
Everyone will appreciate it
You’re so novel what a good idea
You can keep your time to your self
You don’t need date insurance
You can go out with whoever you want to
Every boy, every boy, in the whole world could be yours
If you’ll just listen to my plan
THE TEENAGE GUIDE TO POPULARITY

I’m head of the class
I’m popular
I’m a quarter back
I’m popular
My mom says I’m a catch
I’m popular
I’m never last picked
I’m a cheerleader chick

I’m the party star
I’m popular
I’ve got my own car
I’m popular
I’ll never get caught
I’m popular
I’m a teachers pet
I make football bets.

Popular is a song by Nada Surf and the first single from their debut album High/Low. Each of the verses in ‘”Popular” presents, in spoken word format, sarcastic advice to teens. Initially offered in a calm, deadpan voice, the lyrics gradually build Kinison-style in teen angst and rage.

I’m gonna tell you a little story
Well it’s sad but true
If it could happen to me man
It could happen to you

Well me and Dundee took a long winding ride
Deep down to the swamp where the crocodiles hide
The mud and the blood and the slippery green slime
In search for the one they call serpentine

Serpentine
Blowing my mind
Serpentine
She wiggle so fine
Serpentine
Coming down the line

You better watch out for the serpentine

Old legend says she’s got a long forked tounge
She wraps around you and drags you under
She lives somewhere in a deep dark hollow
If she ever get a hold of you man there is no tomorrow

Dont go near the water
The water can only kill
I ain’t saying she’s the devils daughter
But if the swamp don’t get you then the serpentine will

She’s tough
She’s cold
She can’t be controlled

She’s bad
She’s good
She is misunderstood

If you don’t believe in those fairytales
About big green monsters and cloakes and scares
Head down the river where men are men
And those who ain’t never see her again

Serpentine is the first track on Australian hardrock band Kings Of The Sun selftitled debutalbum, released in October 1988.

I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together.
See how they run like pigs from a gun, see how they fly.
I’m crying.

Sitting on a cornflake, waiting for the van to come.
Corporation T-shirt, stupid bloody Tuesday.
Man, you been a naughty boy, you let your face grow long.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.
I am the walrus

Mister City Policeman sitting
Pretty little policemen in a row.
See how they fly like Lucy in the Sky, see how they run.
I’m crying, I’m crying.
I’m crying, I’m crying.

Yellow matter custard, dripping from a dead dog’s eye.
Crabalocker fishwife, pornographic priestess,
Boy, you been a naughty girl you let your knickers down.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.
I am the walrus

Sitting in an English garden waiting for the sun.
If the sun don’t come, you get a tan
From standing in the English rain.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.
I am the walrus

Expert textpert choking smokers,
Don’t you thing the joker laughs at you?
See how they smile like pigs in a sty,
See how they snied.
I’m crying.

Semolina pilchard, climbing up the Eiffel Tower.
Elementary penguin singing Hari Krishna.
Man, you should have seen them kicking Edgar Allan Poe.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.
I am the walrus

I Am the Walrus is a 1967 song by The Beatles, written by John Lennon and credited to Lennon/McCartney. Lennon claimed he wrote the first two lines on separate acid trips. The song was in the Beatles’ 1967 television film and album Magical Mystery Tour, and was the B-side to the #1 hit Hello, Goodbye. Lennon composed the song by combining three songs he had been working on. When he learned that a teacher at his old primary school was having his students analyse Beatles’ lyrics, he added a verse of nonsense words.