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check it out - blackeyed blonde lyrics

[radio announcer]
“hi, this is pat morgan from b.e.b. radio
one-o-point-one fm stereo
and as i’ve got a surprise for you tonight
why don’t you just go down to your local radio store
get the new b.e.b. record – cd or tape
put it on your system
and blast that sh-t soo loud
and man, these [?], missed them in your car
put this sh-t it in your trunk and let it slam
get these things in your ride
and have a ball and have a blast
for so long, this here is ‘check it out’!”

one, two, three, four, back to the past (tense)
he run to me, more takin’, shakin’ hands
“yo taste! do you still know me?
it’s me, ostermann.”
yeah, whats up my son?
he told me, told and told and told
told ’bout the crazy army-time
summer hot, winter cold
and told and told
what a cold cool man i am
he would like our music
i would be his man
d-mn, i must free my hand
back from this wind-bag, gas-bag
back to my band
check it out
a few minutes later
i remember a talk
and become a terminator
the peace-war-creator
a good friend of mine
told me about a guy
who knew p.w.c.’s crime
in this time he wanted to be
creator’s friend
didn’t know he’s my friend
he only saw the tatoo-land
so he told about me i’d be a lunatic
fantastic, fantastic
he told i’d be a lunatic
quick, big
the fist came quicker than a flash
crash! his face looked like a trash
fresh, fresher; he checked it out
this g-y motherf -out- cried
and shouted actually
i’d be a good man, i’d be a good guy
next time, his head is mine
his hair will fly!

[refrain]
one! check it out!
two! check it out! (check it out!)
three! check it out!
four! check it out! (check it out!)
five! check it out!
six! check it out! (check it out!)
seven! check it out! (check it out and check it out!)
one! check it out!
two! check it out! (check it out!)
three! check it out!
four! check it out! (check it out!)
five! check it out!
six! check it out! (check it out!)
seven! check it out! (check it out and check it out!)

[radio announcer]
“hi!
are you guys still down with this tune?
cause this is wonderful
so, why don’t just grab your girlfriend
take her all back and do something crazy
cause this sh-t is raw!”

five, six, seven, eight, back to the crisis
a wife kicks seven
hate seven blank promises
no, kisses, why is this, why is this, yo?
oh, no, check it out
let your brain’s thoughts go
nine, ten, eleven, and twelve
fine, you’re the king in the heaven
you’re yourself
but what is -check it out- if you fall
fall in the deep
call in the sleep
and you wake up, you stand up
and you understand
that your self-importance
is this deep-sleep-land
and you seize a hand
and the hand seizes you
it’s owner gab and gabble
at the end, you are the fraggle, too
thirt’, fourt’, fift’ and sixteen
never learned on the black board
shifts are tricks which mean
you have overcome the past
you must not ask
check it out, that’s your task:
you drive on the highway of life
all your life long
the search for the meaning of life
a very old song
ding dong, ding dong, h-llo
your urge to search
for the meaning of life
don’t search!!!
sevent’, eight’, ninet’ and twenty
the present is paid
your mind is free
so why are you lookin’ for the key?
this is your dark cloud
check it out, check it out, check it out!

[radio announcer]
“news flash saarbrücken:
[?]
without a nose, without any eyes
i’m sorry for the guy
and i’m your host, pat morgan
see you next week!”

ohhh yeahhh!

- blackeyed blonde lyrics

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