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by JOHN MOORE

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1.
Catwoman 03:46
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Catwoman Set your pet pod baby, you’re comin’ round to my place tonight! Leave some fish in the dish babe your pussycat will be alright And this old tomcat is going to make you squeal with delight Unblock your cat-flap baby, he’ll be going in and out all day Or he’s gonna destroy all your furniture when you go away And that cute little cat from next door wants to come round and play Catwoman, catcatwoman, catwoman catcat woman, catwoman catcatwoman Catwoman, catcatwoman, cccccccccccccCATWOMAN –Miaow! Get out the catnip baby, and spread it all over the floor We’re gonna hoover it all up, and then we’re gonna order some more This cat is knock knock knockin, and soon he’s gonna break down the door Cat woman Pussycat woman, oh you’re a cat woman I see, Ph a pussycat woman Ooh, real nice – oh take it – blow it cats! Meow meow meow Oh meaow Don’t worry honey I’ve got plenty of money and I can hit this steel guitar Oh lovely pussy, oh pussy my love, what a beautiful pussy you are What a beautiful pussy you are, are, are! It’s the law of the jungle and I’m gonna be a tiger tonight -ooh wow! Yes I’m the king of the jungle, so baby don’t you put up a fight Because this old stray cat is gonna make you squeal with delight Cat woman, catcatwoman, cat woman catcatwoman, ohh cat woman, catcatwoman Cat woman Cause this old stray cat is gonna make you squeal with delight I said this old tomcat is gonna make you howl all night Yeah this old stray cat is gonna make you squeal with delight With delight, with delight
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International Woman 04:23
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International Woman International Woman, you’re lookin’ good to me International Woman in your lingerie When you shake that thing, I’m glad we joined the E.E.C International Woman, were you sent from above To come and teach me the international language of love? Hola, Je t’aime. Igu-lalala, a vien! Ah, take me round the world baby! This is a night-time raid, special forces The Geneva Convention of love You’re gonna have to put me in trial baby International Woman take off that national dress Ah where you from babe? ut ut don’t tell me, let me guess I’m a diplomat of love I need some international congress Well now you might be from Africa, you might be from Rome Anywhere that you’re from baby that’s where I’ll call home I’m a missionary of love on a diplomatic mission I’m an angel from above I’m great in any old position – wowww! I can do it standing on one leg, like an ostrich, Blindfolded, with my hands tied behind my back – yeah all that stuff International Woman, you’re at the top of my list You’re so dangerous, you are my most wanted And I’m imposing an unzipped fly-zone, let’s get with it! Well now you might be from China, Australia or the States Walk like an Egyptian in hot pants and roller skates A Scandinavian beauty stranded on some desert shore But if you come from England baby, I’ve met you before Oh what do you mean you can’t remember? You’re breaking my heart So cold, so cold, heat up, hear what I’m saying! I’m gonna take my problem to the United Nations Take my problem to the United Nations Gonna take my problem to the United Nations The United Fornication Nation – wooo! Take me round the world baby! Oh, let’s form a coalition of the willing I’m the Olympic Champion baby,1956 Ooh yeah, ahh yeah that feels good Well now you might be Brazilian, German or Swiss With cuckoo clocks and bank accounts, precision that don’t miss A Russky spy, a blow up doll from the axis of evil But that don’t bother me none,’cause I’m a Bole Weevil I can survive anything, you’ve got to pick me out of that cotton baby! I’m indestructible, I can go anywhere! You see that thing you’ve got in your hand? That’s the Spear of Destiny, the Entente Cordiale International Woman, you’re lookin’ good International, you’re lookin’ good to me International
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When Elvis Came To London 03:04
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When Elvis Came To London When Elvis came to London I was there When Elvis Presley came to London, Baby that I swear! There was me, Tommy Steele, Joe, Marty, Johnny Kidd Cliff showed up but we all hid When Elvis came to London I was there When Elvis came to London I was there When Elvis Presley came to London Baby that I swear Well he snuck on out of Germany on a twenty-four pass ‘Cause he wanted to see this beautiful city of London And I was there Well, liar, liar your pants on fire, Your nose is as long as a telephone wire Liar, liar, liar, your pants on fire Well liar, liar, liar your pants on fire Your nose is as long as the telephone wire Liar, liar, liar, your pants on fire There was a Blue Moon over London and I was there There was a blue moon over London Mama that I swear We couldn’t take him for a ride in an underground train Cause the chicks would’ve fainted and the cats gone insane When Elvis came to London I was there – Curl that lip, Baby! Don’t ruin it Boz! Well we drove him up to Buckingham Palace To check out the Queen Well she threw off her crown and she fell down to her knees And said “Why you’re the wildest cat that I ever did see Come on King Honey let’s TCB!” When Elvis Came to London I was there Well, liar, liar your pants on fire Your nose is as long as a telephone wire Liar, liar, liar, your pants on fire Well liar, liar, liar your pants on fire Your nose is as long as the telephone wire Liar, liar, liar, your pants on fire Well we took him down to Soho to the Colony room But there was too much cussin’ and we had to leave there soon Well the King was getting hungry so we jumped in the car But he wasn’t impressed with the Wimpy Bar When Elvis came to London I was there When Elvis came to London I was there When Elvis came to London Mama that I swear – I swear¡ When Elvis came to London, when Elvis came to London When Elvis came to London I was there, I was there, I was there, I was there
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Howlin' For Joanne 04:40
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Howlin’ For Joanne Well she’s so sweet, yeah she’s so fine Every time we meet, she’s got me towing the line She got white blond hair, and them cat green eyes She’s way sweeter than ice cream and hot apple pie She’s great in the daytime, but even better at night When the sun goes down and then the time is right And I’m out in the city and I hear my baby call And I’ m scratching at the fence posts Yeah I’m climbing up on the wall And the moon is rising, the change is coming I’m more wolf than a man And I’m crawlin’ up on Hampstead Heath And I’m howlin’ for Joanne She lives up the hill, at the edge of the wood But she’s way cuter than Red Riding Hood She got something for me, that always tastes so good It ain’t gluten free, it makes me do what I should She says Grandpa what a long nose you have And hair upon your hands Well I’m haulin’ ass on Hampstead Heath And I’m howlin’ for Joanne She’s so Germanic, sometimes it makes me panic She don’t like to rush She got a mouth on her to make sailor blush She got a Rag Doll cat and a fine Chihuahua And scratch and sniff don’t stop But if you don’t like The Wolf Man baby She’ll crush you like you was a moth She’s great in the daytime, but even better at night When the moondogs strut, and the bullfrogs fight And the bullfrogs fight, and the bullfrogs fight And the bullfrogs fight, and the bullfrogs fight And I’m out in the city, and I hear my baby call And I’m scratching at the fence posts Yes I’m climbin’ up the walls And the moon is risin’, the change is coming I’m more wolf than a a man I’m crawlin’ up on Hampstead Heath Howlin’ for Joanne, howlin’ for Joanne Ho ho ho ho ho! Howlin’ for Joanne And the moon is rising, the change is coming I’m more wolf than a man And I’m haulin’ ass on Hampstead Heath And I’m howlin’ for Joanne Howlin’ for Joanne, howlin’ for Joanne And the moon is risin’, the change is coming I’m more wolf than a a man I’m crawlin’ up on Hampstead Heath And I’m howlin’ for Joanne Howlin’ for Joanne, howlin’ for Joanne Howlin’ for Joanne, howlin’ for Joanne
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The Ballad Of Byron 04:45
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The Ballad Of Byron Holy Ship! My old buddy Byron living down in New Orleans Built him a ship out of old tin cans and sailed the seven seas It had bed sheet sails and rusty nails Truck tyres to make it float He set on out for England in that hunk of junk ol’ boat It stared slow the wind was low even though the coast was clear He didn’t have but a box of chips and a big ol’ case of beer It took a mighty hurricane to push that raft along But all the time he kept on smiling And singing this dumb old song My name is Byron and I know no fear I couldn’t even spell that, and I’m getting out of here I really need a holiday so England here I come If London Bridge is fallin’ down I’m gonna get me some Folk said he was crazy, that he would surely die Just plain insane and round again, ‘Hey why don’t you fly?’ ‘Cause all I gots here’s twenty bucksand let me make it clear When I gets back to England I’m a spending it on beer And as the waves was rising Man you should have seen him go Like a Surfin’ Bird he spread the word through the Gulf of Mexico That frantic old Atlantic wasn’t built for cuttin’ slack But Byron wasn’t worried ‘I got a Mermaid on my back’ He froze his beer on an iceberg where The Titanic went down And the ghost of Captain Ahab tried to spin him all around But Moby Dick was on his side and thrashed his giant tail And Davy Jones’s locker key got sent back in the mail My name is Byron and I know no fear I couldn’t even spell that, and I’m getting out of here I really need a holiday so England here I come If London Bridge is fallin’ down I’m gonna get me some Go get yourself some boy! Holy Ship, keep swimming boy, 5000 miles Now a Great White Shark came circling Man You shoulda seen them jaws It stuck it’s nose over the side of the boat and it asked the Baseball scores It took one look at Byron n said ‘Boy you’re mighty thin Now here’s the deal’ and he caught a meal and he shared it All with him Now the old White Cliffs of Dover they was comin’ into view And the Bluebirds on the cliff top, there was everyone he knew There was April, Jim and Old John Moore Who was lookin’ particularly fine And we all jumped down on that wreck with him ‘Til we crossed that finish line My name is Byron and I know no fear I couldn’t even spell that, and I’m getting out of here I really need a holiday so England here I come If London Bridge is fallin’ down I’m gonna get me some If London Bridge is fallin’ down I’m gonna get me some That’s the way it happened Yes this story is true That mad old guy from New Orleans with the Alfred.E. tattoo So if you’re feeling stranded man, if you’re feelin’ blue All you need is a bit of a breeze and you can do it too My name is Byron and I know no fear I couldn’t even spell that, and I’m getting out of here I really need a holiday so England here I come If London Bridge is fallin’ down I’m gonna get me some If London Bridge is fallin’ down I’m gonna get me some If London Bridge is fallin’ down I’m gonna get me some I’m gonna get myself some
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If You're Gonna Leave Me This Christmas 03:26
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If You’re Gonna Leave Me This Christmas Yeah! If You’re Gonna Leave Me This Christmas There’ll be one less present to buy If You’re Gonna Leave Me This Christmas There’ll be one less present to buy You can take your little ole Christmas stocking Give me a woman who’s fishnets are rockin’ If You’re Gonna Leave Me This Christmas There’ll be one less present to buy Yes I’m gonna leave you this Christmas And I ain’t coming back for New Year Yes I’m gonna leave you this Christmas And I ain’t gonna shed no tears Why don’t you sit at the top of the Christmas tree Those fairy lights can’t satisfy me! I’m gonna leave you this Christmas I got a drummer boy coming tonight – hit those drums! Why don’t we kiss goodbye underneath the mistletoe? ‘Cause it’s Christmas Eve and you’re colder than a bucket snow We don’t dingdong merrily, we don’t get high You’re the Bleak Midwinter, you’re the Silent Night The bells are ringing but old Rudolph is out of sight Ring those bells Boz! Silent Night? I don’t think so, Calm? It’s like Bethlehem in here, a Virgin? Come all ye unfaithful baby! Tender and mild? Uh uh If You’re Gonna Leave Me This Christmas There’ll be one less present to buy Why don’t you make like Father Christmas And just get on your sledge and fly, fly,fly? You’re gonna miss me Baby when I say ‘Good bye’ Oh, um, Oh but I can’t, Oh You’re lookin’ good! It’s a minute to midnight and the clocks are starting to chime It’s ten seconds to midnight and I’m a startin’ to change my mind Baby I’m a fool, of that I’m sure - Baby your mine Honey I’m yours We better sweep that chimney ‘cause here comes Santa Claus If you’re gonna leave me this Christmas, there’ll be one less present to buy I ain’t gonna leave you this Christmas Baby, I love you ‘til The day I die And the kids upstairs have all said their prayers ‘Cause Baby it’s Christmas time, Baby it’s Christmas time It’s Christmas time Merry Christmas Darlin’
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Just Because You Can Don't Mean You Should 05:05
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Just Because You can Don’t Mean You Should I’ve been truckin’ all day long and all alone Five hundred miles of freeway feels a thousand miles from home Pull up off the interstate looking for a light Some place to put this rig to sleep and layed out for the night See a little sports car with the soft top down A damsel in distress beneath the hood Pull on up and offer my assistance Just like any good truck driver would Her name was Ooo La La from Paris France I thought of all my buddies in Iraq and Afghanistan But I figured that those guys would understand Americans have got to lend a hand Just because you can don’t mean you should Just because it’s sweet don’t mean it’s good Just because it’s free don’t make it a bargain Someday there’s gonna be hell to pay and the Devil don’t stop running Just because she makes your flag fly Raised your stars and striped high Just because you can don’t mean you should But buddy if I was in your place I would “Bonjour Monsieur my car it has broken down It made a funny noise and then it stopped I sink that she’s a little overheated My engine got too hot and then she popped Well I knew just what was wrong right from the start I told her Madamoiselle you’re going to need a special part Sometimes they’re hard to come by but tonight your lucky night Cause right there up the freeway there’s a house of blue lights We danced to Hank Williams, Ballard and Snow Carl Perkins, Elvis, Tammy and George Jones, And she was getting closer as the songs was getting slow She kissed my neck and whispered ma Cherie shall we go? Just because you can don’t mean you should Just because it’s sweet don’t mean it’s good Just because she’s the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen From the coast of Carolina to the shore of New Orleans Just because she’s hotter than July Just because her fingers tapping drum rolls up your thigh Just because you can don’t mean you should But brother if I was in your place I would Well it would have been un-chivalrous not to take the chance When Ooo La La was doing that surrender dance Them foreign little sports car can’t take you all the way Tonight she wanted Cadillac, some Dodge and Chevrolet We pulled up two days later in Mobile For a drive-thru shotgun wedding at the Church of Coup deVille It should have been the happiest day of my life Unfortunately that shotgun was fired by his wife Now people here’s the moral of this song Everybody ought to at least try to get along Extend the hand of friendship but keep your tractor shut Cause it’s hard to drive an eighteen-wheeler with buckshot in your b b b b b Just because you can don’t mean you should Just because it’s sweet don’t mean it’s good Just because it’s free don’t make it a bargain Someday there’s gonna be hell to pay and the Devil don’t stop running Just because she makes your flag fly Raises your stars on your stripes high Just because you can don’t mean you should But buddy if I was in your place I would Yeah brother if I was in your place I would – I know you would Oh man if I was in your place I would I know you would, I surely would, and so would I
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Positive For Cocaine 05:23
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Positive For Cocaine I’m positive for cocaine I swore I’d never do it again I reached the end of the line I’m positive for cocaine As the sun rises in the sky And that feeling begins to subside I start all over again, my friend I’m positive for cocaine Every time I take it I’m the King of the world Every time it breaks me I’m the hollow man With hollow plans I’m positive for cocaine Me and the dealer, he’s my best friends I don’t know his second name but He drives a Mercedes Benz And I get the feeling that most of my friends Won’t stick around when this party’s over I’m positive for cocaine I swore I’d never do it again I reached the end of the line this time I’m positive for cocaine If I was an athlete I’d be disqualified And all my records taken away But oh no Jack you can’t have my medals back Because I pawned them yesterday, hey hey As the sun sets in the sky Then I need to get high Let it fall like summer rain I’m positive for cocaine Every hit I ever had went straight up my nose Every time I sneeze costs me a fortune Back on the street oh, where life was sweet I’m nothing but a sniffer dog’s treat I’m positive for cocaine I ought to hang my head in shame But while I’m down there... I start all over again, my friend I’m positive for cocaine I’m positive for cocaine I’m positive for cocaine

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In 2022, the world ended. A few chosen beings were put into space ships to roam the galaxy in search of new planets and new life. Owing to a mix up, these explorers were selected via the jukebox of a bikers’ café on the outskirts of London.

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released October 28, 2022

Title - 56
Catalogue Number - Germ Records 40
Release Date - 28/10/2022

1. Cat Woman
2. International Woman
3. When Elvis Came To London
4. Howlin’ For Joanne
5. The Ballad Of Byron
6. If You’re Gonna Leave Me This Christmas
7. Just Because You Can Don’t Mean You Should
8. Positive For Cocaine

John Moore - Vocals/guitars/other instruments
Boz Boorer - Lead Guitar/Slap Bass/Horns
Brian Young - Drums
Slim Clive Pain - Accordion/Piano
The Loose Moorelles - Cecilia Fage and Laura Barton - BVs
Richard Earls - Harmonica
Rod Melvin - Wurlitzer Piano
Eos - Violin/Bvs
Steven Boyce-Buckley - Mixed Tracks 1&4
Jeff Mortimer - Mastering

All songs written and performed by John Moore
© 2022 John Moore
℗2022 The Germ Organization

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