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Boogie on the Beach (Igor)
Last night Jesus called me on the phone, I was surprised, This morning he called again, And he said: Why don't we do some Boogie-Voogie, Boogie-Voogie on the beach...
Last night I dreamt of you, You looked so good in that red dress, And those blue suede shoes, Why don't we do some Boogie-Voogie....
My Love is Killing Me (Igor)
She loves me too much, when she kisses my ear, My eardrums pop, it's so painful my dear, We were making love, she didn't mean any harm, It became a wicked game when she broke my arm.
Oo-a-oo, my love is killing me... Oo-a-oo, my love is killing me...
I can forgive you the damage to my lips, I can forgive you the bite marks on my hips, But there is only one thing I can't stand, Don't call me Chris, my name is Elvis. I can forgive you the bruises and cuts, I can forgive you the scars on my nuts, But there is only one thing I can't stand, Don't call me Chris, my name is Elvis.
Paying hospital bills, I can't take any more, Do you know how it feels, I'm scared of her. She loves me too much, when she kisses my ear, It sounds crappity smackin' loud, that's why I can't hear,
Oo-a-oo, my love is killing me... <6 times>
Scorchi Chorniye (Igor and Zhenya)
Let's take the Greyhound bus to California, All that fancy food will make us hornier, Dancing through the night driving us insane, Waltzing in a pool filled up with Champagne.
If you feeling blue, I'll paint the town red, I will serenade you standing on my head, Wild and crazy like Tyrannosaurus Rex, You and me will have never-ending sex.
Ochi Chorniye, my sweet chorniye, I am going to California....
(c)1996 Shooba-Doobah Music, BMI
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