The Clash – Fingerpopppin’

“Indicação” nº 20 do dia:

Fingerpoppin’

This here finger of mine
Is gonna point to the beat, right on time
This finger points in a brand new dance
This finger points for a new romance

This here finger’s got no ring
It’ll point at anything
This finger points gonna pop tonight
Gonna point at the best girl in sight

Don’t talk shop
Fingerpop
Don’t talk shop
Fingerpop

Girls, girls round the floor
Are you wondering what you came for
Why do these boys stand in groups
Are they urban tribes of fighting troops

Girls, girls it’s time to act
Time to beat gonna make contact
Make it plain and make it clear
Just point out who you want to hear

Don’t talk shop
Round the house
Fingerpop

Dont’ talk shop
(???)
Man or mouse

Don’t talk shop
Fingerpop
Don’t talk shop
Fingerpop

Boys, boys cat got your tongue
Can’t you see she’s the prettiest one
Better act real hurt
Just turn around kickin’ the dirt

This here (???) is on selling street
Tell the girl who you want to meet
This here finger gonna point tonight
Gonna point at the best girl in sight

Gonna move
Gonna move
Gonna move
Gonna move

Girls, girls go around the floor
Can’t remember what you came here for

Don’t talk shop
Fingerpop
Don’t talk shop
Fingerpop

This here finger of mine
Gonna point to the beat, right on time
This finger points in a brand new dance
This finger points for a new romance

This here finger’s got no ring
And it gets to point at anything
This finger points rock tonight
Gonna point at the best girl in sight

Clash – Dirty Punk

“Indicação” nº 14 do dia:

Dirty Punk

Gonna be a dirty punk
Gonna rock your neighborhood
Do the sound of rebel funk
Turn it up loud like it should

I could hear your momma scream
She’s gonna waste herself away
When your daddy smashed that TV screen
I understand what he had to say

I’m going to get me a big, big, big
Big, Big car
Then I’m gonna drive, drive, drive
I’m gonna drive so far
Up your boulevard
Up your boulevard
So far up your boulevard

Gonna be a dirty punk
While my brother dresses clean
He used to be the local hunk
The girls all ride in my machine(?)

How bout the time I made him drunk
And he insult my brotherhood
I shout out I am a dirty punk
Gonna rock your neighbohood

I’m going to get a big, big, big
Big, Big car
Then I’m gonna drive, drive, drive
I’m gonna drive so far
Up your boulevard
Up your boulevard
So far up your boulevard

Gonna get a big, big, big
Go faster!
Then I’m gonna go! Big!
Let’s go to (???)
Up your boulevard
Up your boulevard
Go so far up your boulevard

Gonna drive my big, big, big
Big, Big car
Then I’m gonna drive, drive, drive
I’m gonna drive so far
Up your boulevard
Up your boulevard
So far up your boulevard

Clash – Dictator

“Indicação” nº 3 do dia:

Dictator

Yes I am the dictator the more guns I got the better
Yes I am the liquidator I carry the old Beretta
You know there once was freedom
You know how dangerous that can be
The people used to dance & sing
& they used to run wild in the streets
But now I am the voice
Howling from your radio
From my armour plated Cadillac
You’ll hear what I say goes

Yes I am the dictator I satisfy the U.S. team
I always do my killing in the woods & keep the city gutters clean
Cos I need a few more dollars
For my fighter pilot to be free
To dive bomb on the population
If they go running wild in the streets
Yes I am that voice…etc

Yes I am the crusador I spent twenty years in exile
But now I am the invader & I’m never never gonna die
Yes I am the dictator my name is on your ballot sheet
But until my box has your cross you know the form is incomplete
And you know……..etc

Clash – Cool Under Heat

“Indicação” nº 5 do dia:

Cool Under Heat

Rebels on the corner
Rebels to the core
Got a million dollar question
What is livin’ for?

Hey! Man can scratch a livin’
In a fat man’s city class
The teacher is survival
But soon the present will be the past

So!
Be cool under heat
Be cool under heat
Be cool on the street
Be cool under heat

When you’re rockin’ down
On a cold hard night
Pitiless eyes of the cityless souls
Narrow in the lights

Sorrow upon sorrow
Go ganging up in your head
You can leave it till tomorrow
If you can balance on the edge

Hey!
Be cool under heat
Be cool under heat
Be cool on the street
Be cool under heat

When the baby and you got to fight
Go cool your love in the rain
When the match refuses to strike
Show that you really are in pain

I’m giving you a warning
Gonna burn those blue suede shoes
Swagger in the mornin’
Prints up front page news

Be cool under heat
Be cool under heat
Be cool on the street
Be cool under heat