1.Assistant's Cry
Lyricist：Boris Blank, Dieter Meier, Carlos Peron
From time to time they cry
Only if you know why
Here they go
A hundred thousand people
Walking down the street
Trying to protect their dream
Following their feet
They're busy, lost
Can't find anyone
They're looking for disguise
And the stars could come
No more, no tears
Just cries, and fears
I don't believe it
Look at them
Really can't believe it
Look at them
They're fucking crazy
Hey, just, ha ha ha ha
I can't believe it
Look at them
Alright, alright
Alright folks
This was today's show time
And now go home
See you tomorrow
Same time, same place
Take care
2.Bananas To The Beat
I go bananas
Bananas to the beat
Le le lee
I mono wayso jambo pe janga poje
Onte myo sobo jo maame jauo peijosau
Kokonipi jao sobo jambo, jambo pomi peso
I go bananas
Bananas to the beat
Kokonipi ous tonko jado jo mousi nindu pou
O seeke ambo pelai kokonipi nai
Kokonipi ous, stono ambou
I go bananas
Bananas to the beat
Eo-o show me ambo jambo, jaambo jomo jo eethu eat
I go bananas
Bananas to the beat
Wojo bomo eso i jo pande beo bou
Sobo i jo postiau do peeta
I go bananas
Bananas to the beat
Mo le le o posi jambo mo le le kompie
Bo le le, bo le le
I go bananas
Bananas to the beat
I go banaanas, wo jo sombi jedo
Bananas to the beat, kwanto be pe io
To the beat
To the beat, cos lobo lobo le jo
To the beat
Bananas to the beat, e jo sambi ebo jo ame
Bananas to the beat
Bananas to the beat, wa pe o sio beo pe tojovlo peo
Bananas to the beat
Bananas to the beat
Bananas to the beat
Bananas to the beat, hugi oso pai
Bananas to the beat
Bananas to the beat
Bananas to the beat
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3.Bimbo
Lyricist：Blank Boris, Meier Dieter
You think you're special
And you're a standard guy, I'm gonna tell you
You're nothing but a standard guy
You are a standard, standard
It's the bimbo, standard bimbo man
They call me the white, white, white
White, white, white
White, white bimbo man
Oh, hey I want her, I want shoes
Oh, so my head hurts but make fun of blues
Oh, that music, I got the blues
Cash in my pocket, don't want to lose
I, I, I try so hard, let me be smart
Look at myself in the window of a glass door
Look in my eyes
Look at myself in the window of a toy store
Wink at the size, never ever gonna be
Never ever gonna be, never ever gonna be
Staring at her until the end
Special lie, my only friend
That's so hard for me to take
Silly to work around the thing
Bimbo, bimbo, oh it's sad
It drives me mad, this is bimbo man
Oh, oh, it's sad b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-bimbo
It drives me mad, why bimbo man
Oh, oh, it's sad, why it's the bimbo, standard bimbo
It drives me mad, why it's the bimbo man
Oh, oh, it's sad, why it's the bimbo, standard bimbo
It drives me mad, why it's the bimbo man
Special and silly wanna be
Standard, oh what a silly me
You're really special, that you don't wanna be
You're standard, firm set in your silly ways
Look at myself in the window of a drug door
Wink at the size
Look at myself in the window of a toy store
Look in my eyes, never ever gonna be
I wear a white hat bimbo, bimbo, his hip
White gloves I choose bimbo, bimbo man
I saw her dance bimbo, bimbo
Not for the blues He's the bimbo man
I bimbo, bimbo, b-b-b-b-bimbo
Don't want to be, he's the bimbo man
The standard guy bimbo, bimbo, b-b-b-b-bimbo
The standard guy he's the bimbo man
Standard guy
Look at myself in the window of a glass door
Wink out the size
Look at myself in the window of a toy store
Look in my eyes, never ever gonna be
I hear hip music, bimbo, bimbo, he's a bimbo
Ain't got the blues, bimbo, bimbo man
Fist in my pocket why it's the bimbo, why it's the bimbo
Don't want to lose bimbo, bimbo man
I, I, standard bimbo, why it's the bimbo
Try so hard bimbo, bimbo man
Oh please, oh please, why it's the bimbo, bimbo, bimbo
I wanna be smart, smart bimbo, bimbo man
4.Bostich
Lyricist：Boris Blank, Dieter Meier
Standing at the machine every day for all my life
I'm used to do it and I need it
It's the only thing I want
It's just a rush, push, cash
Standing at the machine every day for all my life
I'm used to do it and I need it
It's the only thing I want
It's just a rush, push, cash
Standing at the machine every day for all my life
I'm used to do it and I need it
It's the only thing I want
It's just a rush, push, cash
Rush, push, rush, push, rush, push, rush, push
Standing at the machine every day for all my life
I'm used to do it and I need it
It's the only thing I want
5.Downtown Samba
Lyricist：Boris Blank, Dieter Meier
This one's called
Now for you
Downtown samba
Canal Street's where we dance, we do the Rhumba, Samba
The city's hot, we're almost naked, it's a scandal
Night's still young, we do the samba with the Conga warrior
Downtown Samba
Downtown Samba
Hey you over there
You shouldn't dance alone, watch me come on closer
'Cause I am the one to dance with you all night long
I'm dancing like a Mambo
Go, go, go for Sambo
Dancing, dancing, dancing tango
Over there, mister
Come see, you'll see
So dance the tango, tango
6.Eternal Legs
Lyricist：Boris Blank, Dieter Meier
Across the space
We fly around the world
For years, years, years, years
We're out of control
Inside an iron ball
Desire
We see the moon
A color ball
We won't be free again
No choice
An iron box
Electric brain release
Away, away, away, away
A piece of steel
That's all we ever feel
No pain
We see the moon
A color ball
We won't be free again
No choice
Desire
We see the moon
A color ball
We won't be free again
7.Night Flanger
Lyricist：Blank Boris, Meier Dieter
I wake up in the evenin', the sun is still around
The street seems to be busy, I hear the traffic sounds
Last night's been lousy, I had a lot to drink
Too many dry martinis and cans of beer to sink
Another day, already night
Blue neon light, blue neon light
I could call my Rhianna, ask her to meet me now
I think I lost her number, it's too late anyhow
I could turn on the TV or I could stay in bed
These Asians drive me crazy, these Asians drive me mad
Another day, already night
Blue neon light, blue neon light
Night is near, I'm still in bed
Red curtain, soft wind, sunlight and I was red
On the papers, on the floor, we did watch possessed
People, push and pull it, moss turf and other lads
My head's still full of poison, what I do is insane
I should perhaps, move out of here or take a plane to Spain
Refrigerator's noise, I'll get out, the only choice
Should I get up right now？ Wait for me somehow
Don't wanna know what for, to get out of this door
Should I phone Debbie Meier？ Is this the one desire？
I look into the mirror, my eyes can't be in error
The sun's now really gone, perhaps I am the one
Nothing can creep in sight, I'm turning on the lights
Turning on the lights, I'm turning on the lights
I'm turning on the lights, I'm turning on the lights
I'm turning on the lights, I'm turning on the lights
The sun's now really gone, perhaps I am the one
8.Rock Stop
Lyricist：Blank Boris, Meier Dieter
I'm dancin' like a mad man
I hope she likes-a me
The chance to be just on my own
I wanna silly be
The club is full of people
Perhaps they think I'm mad
I close my eyes and I go home
I feel a little sad
I just can't dance
My only chance
I'm shy, shy
Oh, so shy
The girls don't like the way I move
I think at times I've lost it
Do I look like I can't move
Or do I move exhausted？
If I just knew she loves me
I know, I wouldn't care
But she talks to the barman
And I think that's unfair
I just can't dance
My only chance
I'm sad, sad
Oh, so sad
And now that girl moves close to me
I join into her move
Pretending I enjoy it
And now I lost the groove
One guy stands though between us
Shows up with all his power
I now feel like an idiot
Who stands in a cold shower
I just can't dance
My only chance
The barman stares at me
So, so drink
Then turns around
And pours a wink
I move away
But play it cool
I think she's right
I'm just a fool
I just can't dance
My only chance
I'm shy, shy
Oh, so shy
9.Reverse Lion
10.Magneto
11.Massage
12.Coast To Polka
13.Blue Green
14.Stanztrigger
15.Thrill Wave
16.I.T. Splash
17.Gluehead
18.Smirak's Train
19.Bostich (N'est-ce Pas)
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