1.Money
Lyricist：Janie Bradford, Berry Gordy
The best things in life are free
Look I'll give 'em to the birds and bees
I want money
(That's what I want)
Yeah, that's what I want
(Oh yeah, that's what I want)
That's what I want, oh yeah
(That's what I want)
That's what I want
(Oh yeah, that's what I want)
Money don't buy everything it's true
What it don't buy I can't use
I want money
(That's what I want)
Oh come on, baby
(Oh yeah, that's what I want)
That's what I want, whoa oh
(That's what I want)
That's what I want
(Oh yeah, that's what I want)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
You love give me such a thrill
But you love won't pay my bills
I want money
(That's what I want)
Yeah
(Oh yeah, that's what I want)
That's what I want, oh yeah
(That's what I want)
That's what I want
(Oh yeah, that's what I want)
Yeah, give me money, yeah, yeah, yeah
(That's what I want)
Lots of money, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Oh yeah, that's what I want)
If you want me to love you
(That's what I want)
Give me money
(Oh yeah, that's what I want)
If you want me to squeeze you
(That's what I want)
Give me money
(Oh yeah, that's what I want)
That's what I want, oh yeah
(That's what I want)
That's what I want
(Oh yeah, that's what I want)
Give me money, come on, baby
Lots of money, yeah now
If you want me to love you
Give me money
If you want me to hold you
That's what I want
Come on, baby
Give me what I want
2.Poison Ivy
Lyricist：Jerry Leiber, Mike Stoller
She comes on like a rose
And everybody knows
She'll get you in Dutch
You can look but you'd better not touch
Poison ivy, poison ivy
Well late at night when you're sleeping
Poison ivy comes a creeping all around
She's pretty as a daisy
But look out man she's crazy
She'll really do you in
But if you let her get under your skin
Poison ivy, poison ivy
Well late at night when you're sleeping
Poison ivy comes a creeping all around
Measles make you bumpy
And mumps will make you lumpy
And chicken pox will make you jump and twitch
A common cold will cool you
But whooping cough will fool you
But poison ivy's gonna make you itch
You're gonna need an ocean of Calamine lotion
You'll be scratching like a hound
The minute you start to mess around
Poison ivy, poison ivy
Well late at night when you're sleeping
Poison ivy comes a creeping all around
Measles make you bumpy
And mumps will make you lumpy
And chicken pox will make you jump and twitch
A common cold will cool you
And whooping cough will fool you
But poison ivy's gonna make you itch
You're gonna need an ocean of Calamine lotion
And you'll be scratching like a hound
The minute you start to mess around
Poison ivy, poison ivy
Well late at night when you're sleeping
Poison ivy comes a creeping all around
La la la
La la la
La la la
...
3.Bye Bye Johnny
Lyricist：Chuck Berry
Well, she drew out all her money out from southern trust
And put a little boy aboard a Greyhound bus
Leaving Louisiana for the golden west
Down came her tears from her happiness
Her own little son named Johnny B Goode
Was gonna make some motion pictures
Out in Hollywood
Bye bye, bye, bye, bye
Bye bye, bye, bye, bye
Bye bye Johnny
Bye bye Johnny B Goode
Well she remember taking money out from gathering crops
And buying Johnny's guitar at a broker shop
As long as he could play it by the railroad side
And wouldn't get in trouble she'd be satisfied
Never thought there'd ever come a day like this
When she would gladly give her son
A goodbye kiss
Bye bye, bye, bye, bye
Bye bye, bye, bye, bye
Bye bye Johnny
Bye bye Johnny B Goode
Well she finally got the letter she was dreaming of
Johnny wrote and told her he had fell in love
As soon as he was married he would bring her back
And build a mansion for her by the railroad tracks
And every time they heard the locomotive roar
They'd be a standing, waving
In the kitchen door
Howling, bye, bye, bye, bye
Howling, bye, bye, bye, bye
Bye bye Johnny
Bye bye Johnny B Goode
4.You Better Move On (EP)
You ask me to give up the hand of the girl I love
You tell me, I'm not the man she's worthy of
But who are you to tell her who to love？
That's up to her, yes, and the Lord above
You better move on
Well I know you can buy her fancy clothes and diamond rings
But I believe she's happy with me without those things
Still you beg me to set her free
But my friend, that will never be
You better move on
Now I don't blame you for loving her
But can't you understand, man, she's my girl
And I, never never ever gonna let her go
'Cuz I, yeah, I love her so
I think you better go now, I'm getting mighty mad
You ask me to give up the only love I've ever had
Maybe I would, oh, but I love her so
I'm never gonna let her go
You better move on
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