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Tribute to Richie Teeter (1951-2012)



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Find lyrics from:   The Dictators Go Girl Crazy!, Manifest Destiny, Bloodbrothers,
The Dictators Live: New York New York, Manitoba's Wild Kingdom: And You?,
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MANITOBA'S WILD KINGDOM:
... AND YOU?

THE PARTY STARTS NOW!!

Stop that whining
Cause you had a bad day
If you lost some weight
You might get laid

Can't take livin nine to five
Can't find a reason to come alive
C'mon baby let me show you how
C'mon baby ... The Party Starts Now!

So you spent your money
But you're unfulfilled
Tell me what's so funny
About the thrills that kill

Can't take livin nine to five
Can't find a reason to come alive
C'mon baby let me show you how
C'mon baby ... The Party Starts Now!



FIRED UP

Everybody thinks that I'm insane
Some say it's cancer of the brain
They don't understand
I take it like a man
I'm fired up
All fired up

In a crowd's my time to rage
This is my life it's not a phase
You don't understand
I take it like a man
I'm fired up
All fired up

How dare you tell me what to do
I rather die than be like you
You don't understand
I take it like a man
I'm fired up
All fired up

HAIRCUT AND ATTITUDE

It don't take no melody
To make some music history
You say you wanna rock
And make it to the top
You gotta look good
And you gotta act tough

The wheel of fortune takes a spin
And you keep shouting, "let me in!"
You don't know what to do
I'm givin you a clue
So you can be the next
Supreme Rock Dude

Haircut and an attitude
Haircut and an attitude
Haircut and an attitude

Can you dig this heavy sound?
The sound that brings the ladies round
Five white boys
Bangin on toys
We get paid
For making noise

Haircut and an attitude
Haircut and an attitude
Haircut and an attitude

You say you wanna rock
And make it to the top
You gotta look good
And you gotta act tough
You don't know what to do
I'm givin you a clue
So you can be the next
Supreme Rock Dude
You don't know what to do
I'm givin you a clue
So you can be the next
Supreme Rock Dude

Haircut and an attitude
Haircut and an attitude
Haircut and an attitude



PROTOTYPE

Buying all your clothes at the shopping mall
Searching for that uniform that really says it all
Driving a Camaro, none blacker can be found
And when you want excitement, just lay your money down

I am Prototype
Nothing's old and nothing's new
I am Prototype
I got better things to do

Thirteen cars colliding is my favorite sound
I shot hoops with Satan I ran him out of town
Take it to the limit, if you got the guts
And if you want excitement, welcome to the club

I am Prototype
Nothing's old and nothing's new
I am Prototype
I got better things to do

You read it in the papers, you see it on the news
When leaders aren't heros, things sure get confused
Well I won't be your scapegoat, I won't take the blame
You can try and fight it, but nothing stays the same

I am Prototype
Nothing's old and nothing's new
I am Prototype
I got better things to do

NEW YORK, NEW YORK

Smoking marijuana
Watching channel five
Got to get my strength up
In this struggle to survive

Everyone's an asshole
Everyone's a creep
I look out my window
And there's garbage in the streets

I live in the city
I breathe dirty air
I ride trains with b-boys
junkies, queens and squares

Everybody's hungry
I don't know what to do
I used to live on pizza
Now I live on Chinese food

I can't stand my neighbors
Screaming all the time
If I wasn't blasting Sister ray
I could lose my mind

I live in the city
I breathe dirty air
I ride trains with b-boys
junkies, queens and squares

Safely someone's smiling
The fat man waits his turn
Soon he'll count his money
While the south Bronx slowly burns
Get out for the children
Get your ass and run
Get out of this stinkin mess
To a safe suburban slum

I live in the city
I breathe dirty air
I ride trains with b-boys
junkies, queens and squares



SPEEDBALL

Speedball
Everyday's the same
Speedball
Until I hit that vein
Speedball
Now I can't feel no pain
Speedball
My shirts are all bloodstained

Speedball
Nothing turns out right
Speedball
I fucked up all my life
Speedball
Now I don't even try
Speedball
I'll choose my way to die

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Words and music Andy Shernoff
copyright Shernoff Music