Biografía:
Dr. Hook. Es habitual en el mundo de la música hallar trayectorias que desembocan o llegan a triunfar de una forma completamente distinta a como se originaron. Y casi siempre por voluntad del gran público que en definitiva termina por decidir. Pero no en muchos casos una larga carrera puede quedar tan reducida a una época puntual y ser sobre todo tan diferente a como se planteó. Es el caso de La Banda Más Loca Del Mundo. Así puede extractarse la biografía de este septeto de la costa este de Estados Unidos, Dr.Hook & The Medicine Show.
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Otras canciones:
- A Couple More Years
- All The Time In The World
- Baby Makes Her Blue Jeans T
- Better Love Next Time
- Carry Me Carrie
- Cooky And Lila
- Cover Of The Rolling Stone
- Cover Of The Rolling Stones
- Daddys Little Girl
- Everybodys Makin It Big But Me
- Freakin At The Freakers Ball
- Girls Can Get It
- I Cant Touch The Sun
- I Dont Want To Be Alone Tonight
- If I Said You Had A Beautiful Body
- If Not You
- Jungle To The Zoo
- Life Aint Easy
- Millionaire
- More Like The Movies
- Queen Of The Silver Dollar
- Sexy Eyes
- Sharing The Night Together
- She Was Only Sixteen
- Sylvias Mother
- The Ballad Of Lucy Jordan
- The Last Morning
- The Millionaire
- The Right To Walk Away
- Turn On The World
- Ugliest Man In Town
- Up On The Mountain
- Walk Right In
- What A Way To Go
- What About You
- When Youre In Love With A Beautiful Woman
- Wonderful Soup Stone
- Years From Now
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
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Well there's gonna be a freaker's ball (ha ha)
E
Tonight at the Freaker’s Hall
A
And you know you're invited one and all
Uh oh
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Come on baby's grease your lips
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Grab your hats and swing your hips
A
And don't forget to bring your whips
A7 D
We're going to the freaker's ball (yes)
D
Blow your whistle, and bang your gong
E
Roll up something to take along
A
It feels so good, it must be wrong
A7 D
We're freakin' at the freaker’s ball
A
Well all the fags and the dykes they're boogie-in' together
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The leather freaks are dressed in all kinds of leather
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The greatest of the sadists and the masochists too
A A7
Screaming please hit me and I'll hit you
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The FBI is dancin' with the junkies
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All the straights, swingin' with the funkies
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Across the floor and up the wall
A A7 D B
We're freakin' at the freaker's ball, y'all
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We're freakin' at the freaker's ball
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Everybody's kissing each other
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Brother with sister, son with mother
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Smear my body up with butter
A7 D
And take me to the freaker's ball
D
Pass that roach please, and pour the wine
E
I'll kiss yours if you'll kiss mine
A
I'm gonna boogie 'til I'm cold blind
A7 D
Freakin' at the freaker's ball
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White ones, black ones, yellow ones, red ones
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Necrophiliacs looking for dead ones
E
The greatest of the sadists and the masochists too
A A7
Screaming please hit me and I'll hit you
G
Everybody ballin' in batches
D B7
Pyromaniacs strikin' matches
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I'm gonna itch me where it scratches
A A7 D B
Freakin' at the freaker's ball, y'all
A A7 D B
We're freakin' at the freaker’s ball, we're at a ball
A A7 D
We're freakin' at the freaker's ball
Well there's gonna be a freaker's ball (ha ha)
E
Tonight at the Freaker’s Hall
A
And you know you're invited one and all
Uh oh
D
Come on baby's grease your lips
E
Grab your hats and swing your hips
A
And don't forget to bring your whips
A7 D
We're going to the freaker's ball (yes)
D
Blow your whistle, and bang your gong
E
Roll up something to take along
A
It feels so good, it must be wrong
A7 D
We're freakin' at the freaker’s ball
A
Well all the fags and the dykes they're boogie-in' together
D
The leather freaks are dressed in all kinds of leather
E
The greatest of the sadists and the masochists too
A A7
Screaming please hit me and I'll hit you
G
The FBI is dancin' with the junkies
D B7
All the straights, swingin' with the funkies
E
Across the floor and up the wall
A A7 D B
We're freakin' at the freaker's ball, y'all
A A7 D
We're freakin' at the freaker's ball
D
Everybody's kissing each other
E
Brother with sister, son with mother
A
Smear my body up with butter
A7 D
And take me to the freaker's ball
D
Pass that roach please, and pour the wine
E
I'll kiss yours if you'll kiss mine
A
I'm gonna boogie 'til I'm cold blind
A7 D
Freakin' at the freaker's ball
A
White ones, black ones, yellow ones, red ones
D
Necrophiliacs looking for dead ones
E
The greatest of the sadists and the masochists too
A A7
Screaming please hit me and I'll hit you
G
Everybody ballin' in batches
D B7
Pyromaniacs strikin' matches
E
I'm gonna itch me where it scratches
A A7 D B
Freakin' at the freaker's ball, y'all
A A7 D B
We're freakin' at the freaker’s ball, we're at a ball
A A7 D
We're freakin' at the freaker's ball
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