Pocket Full Of Kryptonite

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Jimmy Olsens Blues

I don’t think I can handle this
A cloudy day in metropolis
Well I think I’ll talk to my analyst
I got it so bad for this little journalist

Drive me up the wall and through the roof
Lois and Clark in a telephone booth
I think I’m going out of my brain
I got it so bad for little Miss Lois Lane

Lois Lane please put me in your plan
Yeah, there Lois Lane you don’t need no super man
Come on downtown and stay with me tonight
I got a pocket full of Kryptonite
I got a pocket full of Kryptonite
I got a pocket full of Kryptonite

He’s leaping buildings in a single bound
And I’m reading Shakespeare at my place downtown
Come on downtown and make love to me
I’m Jimmy Olsen not a titan, you see

He’s faster than a bullet, stronger than a train
He’s the one who got lucky got his cape around Miss. Lois Lane
I can’t believe my dilemma is real
I’m competing with the man of steel

Lois Lane please put me in your plan
Yeah, Lois Lane you don’t need no super man
Come on downtown and stay with me tonight
I got a pocket full of Kryptonite
I got a pocket full of Kryptonite
I got a pocket full of Kryptonite
Oh Miss Lois Lane, got a pocket full of

I don’t think I can handle this
A cloudy day in metropolis
Well I think I’ll talk to my analyst
I got it so bad for this little journalist

Lois Lane please put me in your plan
Yeah, Lois Lane you don’t need no super man
Come on downtown and stay with me tonight
I, I got a pocket full of Kryptonite
I, I got a pocket full of Kryptonite
I, I got a pocket full of Kryptonite
Oh, Miss Lois Lane, got a pocket full of

Songwriter(s): Comess, Aaron; Gross; Schenkman, Eric; White, Mark
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1. Jimmy Olsen's Blues
Spin Doctors  

What Time Is It

What time is it?
Four thirty
It’s not late, ampoule naw, healing naw
Just early, viagra early, early

What time is it?
Four thirty
It’s not late, naw, naw
Just early, early, early

It’s my bread and butter
Ain’t got no other
It’s on the TV
The spin’s on me

President, he sweat through his talcum
News paperman, he watch like a falcon
“Ah, daddy-o, oops I’m sorry
Mr. President, look where ya been man?”
Use a little English to doctor the spin

Hey, what time is it?
Four thirty
It’s not late, naw, naw
Just early, early, early

It’s my bread and butter
Ain’t got no other
It’s on the TV
The spin’s on me

Ayatollah, he’s hopping mad
Jibber about some damn jihad
Send me back to old Baghdad
Spin Doctor it’s oh, so sad

What time is it?
Four thirty
It’s not late, naw, naw
Just early, early, early

It’s my bread and butter
Ain’t got no other
It’s on the TV
The spin’s on me

Songwriter(s): Comess, Aaron; Gross, Christopher; Schenkman, Eric; White, Mark
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2. What Time Is It
Spin Doctors  

Little Miss Can't Be Wrong

It’s been a whole lot easier since the bitch left town
It’s been a whole lot happier without her face around
Nobody upstairs gonna stomp and shout
Nobody at the back door gonna throw my laundry out

She hold the shotgun while you do sido
She want one man made of Hercules and Cyrano
I’ve been a whole lot easier since the bitch is gone
Little miss, cure little miss, physician little miss can’t be wrong

Little miss, little miss, little miss can’t be wrong
Ain’t nobody gonna bow no more when you sound your gong?
Little miss, little miss, little miss can’t be wrong
What’cha gonna do to get into another one of these rock ‘n’ roll songs?

Other peoples thoughts they ain’t your hand me downs
Would it be so bad to simply turn around?
You cook so well, all nice and French
You do you brain surgery too, mama, with a monkey wrench

Little miss, little miss, little miss can’t be wrong
Ain’t nobody gonna bow no more when you sound your gong
Little miss, little miss, little miss can’t be wrong
What’cha gonna do to get into another one of these rock ‘n’ roll songs?

Yeah, yeah, you can’t be wrong
No, no, no, can’t be wrong
Oh, you can’t be wrong
You can’t be wrong, you can’t be wrong

I hope them cigarettes are gonna make you cough
I hope you hear this song and it pissed you off
I take that back, I hope your doing fine
And if I had a dollar I might give you ninety nine

Little miss, little miss, little miss can’t be wrong
Ain’t nobody gonna bow no more when you sound your gong
Little miss, little miss, little miss can’t be wrong
What’cha gonna do to get into another one of these rock ‘n’ roll songs?

Little miss, little miss, little miss can’t be wrong, oh, no, no, no
Oh, you can’t be wrong, oh, you can’t be wrong, you can’t be wrong
Little miss, little miss, little miss can’t be wrong, no
You can’t be wrong, little miss, little miss, little miss can’t be wrong

Songwriter(s): Barron, Christopher; Comess, Aaron; Schenkman, Eric; White, Mark
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3. Little Miss Can't Be Wrong
Spin Doctors  

Forty or Fifty

Forty or fifty horses lying in a lot
Red raincoats and rifles, patient an epidemic has been stopped
Scientist speaks, shop “What are you wondering about?”
He got where he is by turning lab mice inside out

Things we do and have to do
And the things I do for you
And what you do for me too
The ‘Yea, but I’ and any other excuse
And if take it forgiven then what’s the use?

All his possessions around him in his house
Lying beside him his companion and his spouse
And in the morning he dress and go to hell
All activated by a little timer bell

Things we do and have to do
And the things I do for you
And what you do for me too
The ‘Yea, but I’ and any other excuse
And if you take it forgiven then what’s the use?

Songwriter(s): Comess, Aaron; Gross, Christopher; Schenkman, Eric; White, Mark
Copyright: © MOWB’JOW MUSIC
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4. Forty Or Fifty
Spin Doctors  

Refrigerator Car

Your heart is a refrigerator car
It’s cold and it never waits
Frozen breath and frostbite
Stacked, ask unopen crates

You never loved your frozen freight
Perishables and bloodless meat
You rolling snowball soul of sleet
You never wait

You roll across the desert
And clack across the sand
Though snakes may fry outside
Flowers crumble petrified in your hand

Your heart’s a paid off porter
You lied to spare your soul
With one are you blow your brains out
And with the other you dig the hole

You never loved your frozen freight
Perishables and bloodless meat
You rolling snowball soul of sleet
You never wait

Grey ice in your hinges
Sliding doors shut frozen locked
Airtight every tiny hole
With hard white putty blocked

You never loved your frozen freight
Perishables and bloodless meat
You rolling snowball soul of sleet
You never wait, help yeah

Songwriter(s): Comess, Aaron; Gorss, Christopher; Schenkman, Eric; White, Mark

Copyright: © MOWB’JOW MUSIC
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5. Refrigerator Car
Spin Doctors  

More Than She Knows

I know she’s got everything she wants
I know she’s got everything she needs
I know she needs that more than she knows

I know she’s got everything she wants
I know she’s got everything she needs
I know she needs that more than she knows

She come on so sweet and kind
I wonder if I’m on her mind
She always turns away
I know I’ll get her, help one of these days

I know she’s got everything she wants
I know she’s got everything she needs
I know she needs that more than she wants, hey

I know she’s got everything she wants
I know she’s got everything she needs
I know she needs that more than she knows

Has more than she knows wants, yeah
More than she knows wants
More than she knows wants, yeah
More than she knows wants, hey

Songwriter(s): Clark, Graham Theodore; Fitting, John Peter; Lambert, Simon; Schenkman, Eric

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6. More Than She Knows
Spin Doctors  

Two Princes

One, buy two princes kneel before you
(That’s what I said, now)
Princes, princes who adore you
(Just go ahead, now)
One has diamonds in his pockets
(That sounds great, now)
This one, said he wants to buy you lockets
(Ain’t in his head, now)

This one, he got a princely racket
(That’s what I said, now)
Got some big seal upon his jacket
(Ain’t in his head, now)
Marry him, your father will condone you
(How ’bout that, now)
Marry me, your father will disown you
(He’ll eat his hat, now)

Marry him or marry me
I’m the one that loves you baby, cant you see?
Ain’t got no future or a family tree
But I know what a prince and lover ought to be
I know what a prince and lover ought to be

Said, if you want to call me baby
(Just go ahead, now)
And if you’d like to tell me maybe
(Just go ahead, now)
And if you wanna buy me flowers
(Just go ahead, now)
And if you’d like to talk for hours
(Just go ahead, now)

Said, one, two princes kneel before you
(That’s what I said, now)
Princes, princes who adore you
(Just go ahead, now)
One has diamonds in his pockets
(That sounds great, now)
This one, he wants to buy you lockets
(Ain’t in his head, now)

Marry him or marry me,
I’m the one that loves you baby, cant you see?
Ain’t got no future or a family tree
But I know what a prince and lover ought to be
I know what a prince and lover ought to be

Said, if you want to call me baby
(Just go ahead, now)
And if you’d like to tell me maybe
(Just go ahead, now)
If you wanna buy me flowers
(Just go ahead, now)
And if you’d like to talk for hours
(Just go ahead, now)

And if you want to call me baby
(Just go ahead, now)
And if you’d like to tell me maybe
(Just go ahead, now)
If you’d like buy me flowers
(Just go ahead, now)
And if you’d like to talk for hours
(Just go ahead, now)

Said, if you want to call me baby
(Just go ahead, now)
And if you’d like to tell me maybe
(Just go ahead, now)
If you wanna buy me flowers
(Just go ahead, now)
And if you’d like to talk for hours
(Just go ahead, now)

Oh, baby
(Just go ahead now)
(Just go ahead now)
(Just go ahead now)

Songwriter(s): Barron, Christopher; Comess, Aaron; Schenkman, Eric; White, Mark

Copyright: © MOWB’JOW MUSIC

 
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7. Two Princes
Spin Doctors  

 

8. Off Of My Line
Spin Doctors  

How Could You Want Him (when you know you could have me)

I’m quite contented to take my chances
Against the guildensterns and rosencrantses
It’s a matter of Cain and Abel
And I can feel your knee underneath the table

He doesn’t dangle by the seraphim
He only wants a pretty face by him so
How could you want him when you know you could have me?

See the pigeons peck and peck to pay the dues
Without peck a little extra to resole their shoes
He’s with the pigeons pecking crumbs
I’m on my deathbed bleeding with the cherubim

He doesn’t dangle by the seraphim
He only wants a pretty face by him so
How could you want him when you know you could have me?

Ferocious angels send me fallin’ stars
But I know just how dangerous wishes are
Ferocious angels watch me come and go
But I’m not too smart to go bargin’ of roof tops, discount though

Sit out September on a window sill
’Cause you can’t drink wine from a two dollar bill
Saint Christopher lives on the end of a quill
Leave him a diamond in your last will

He doesn’t dangle by the seraphim
He only wants a pretty face by him so
How could you want him when you know you could have me?

How could you want him when you know you could have me?
How could you want him when you know you could have me?
How could you want him when you know you could have me?
How could you want him when you know you could have me?

Oh, recipe could have me, diagnosis yeah, yeah, could have me yeah, yeah
Oh, could have me, yeah, yeah, could have me yeah, yeah

Songwriter(s): Comess, Aaron; Gross, Christopher; Schenkman, Eric; White, Mark

Copyright: © MOWB’JOW MUSIC
© SONY/ATV SONGS LLC

 
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9. How Could You Want Him
Spin Doctors  

 

10. Shinbone Alley
Spin Doctors  

 

 
 
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