WELCOME TO THE FREAKSHOW

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Space Cowboy | Welcome to the Freak Show | A Kegga Beer and Potato Chips | Sex in Paradise | A Million Miles | Cha-Cha-Cha | She's Running Away | Groovie | Show Is Over | Credits

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Space Cowboy

Have you ever seen the sky down beneath your feet?
Have you ever burnt your butt in the cosmic heat?
Have you ever run-run-run faster than a car?
Have you ever caught a tail of a shooting star?

Space cowboy is always on the run
Space cowboy cool and groovy man
Space cowboy got a laser gun
Crazy, crazy, crazy.

Have you ever found your way through the Universe
Have you ever lost your mind at the Southern Cross
Have you ever been in love with a girl from Mars?
Have you ever caught a tail of a falling star?

Space cowboy is always on the run
Space cowboy cool and groovy man
Space cowboy got a laser gun
Crazy, crazy, crazy.


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Welcome to the Freak Show

Crazy circus ‘s back in town
Seven brothers from the Moon
Brown midgets and a clown
Swallow bugs and silver spoons

Mister Nixon plays a flute with his nose and eats a fruit
Johnny Grey, one legged dude juggles chainsaws with his foot

Welcome to the Freak Show

Sam, the human cannon ball shoots himself into the air
Giant Marilyn Monroe jumps around with Fred Astaire

Welcome to the Freak Show


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A Kegga Beer and Potato Chips

One Monday morning sitting at the bar
I saw a girl who looked like a movie star
I took a sip and gave her a wink
Hey honey-pie, can I get you a drink?
She looked at me and read her lips

A kegga beer and potato chips.

Next day we married and we had a ball
200 friends dancing Rock’n’Roll
She opened presents looking kinda sad
I asked what else would you like to get
She looked at me and I read her lips

A kegga beer and potato chips.

We lived together half a century
Next Monday is our anniversary
We’ll throw a party and we’ll have a ball
200 friends dancing Rock’n’Roll
We got a house and 11 kids

A kegga beer and potato chips.


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Sex in Paradise

Take me away from dirty LA,
I’m tired of show, go daddy-o!
Oh baby, why we don’t get away,
Beautiful island on emerald lake
You are rolling a joint
I’m frying a stake
Oh baby, what a lovely day.

Kiss your mom good-bye,
This might make her cry
Don’t you wanna try
Oh baby ay-ay-ay!!!
Under the blue-blue sky
Stupid blue-birds fly
Eating butterflies
Sex in Paradise.
I’ll get me a hat, you will wear a thong
We’ll learn hulla-dance to a Metallica song
Oh baby what a lovely day,
We’ll live in a hut, and talk about art
We’ll get a fat cat named Bonaparte
Oh baby why we don’t get away.


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A Million Miles

She’s always smiling at the stars
She talks about purple rain on planet Mars
She likes her cyber sonic clothes
And dreams of silver moon and golden UFOs.

She came to me from outer space
A fallen angel from the sky
She traveled miles of milky way
A million miles, a million miles.

She used to race the speed of light
But she got lost in space and crashed a satellite
What a bummer what a mess
And she stuck on Venice Beach for a million years.


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Cha-Cha-Cha

When we walking hand in hand
She wears dress and a fancy hat
Drinking soda, smoking cigarettes
She can shake that sexy thing
That can make a dead man swing
She’s the Queen of local discothèque.

My Baby likes to cha-cha-cha
My Baby likes to tango
My Baby’s sweater then a Coke
And sexier then mango.

When we walking hand in hand
She’s so fine and I’m not bad
Happy world in singing ooh-lah-laah
If you meet a girl like that
Buy her hats and cigarettes
Your life will be sweet like baklava.


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She's Running Away

You cannot give all that she wants
She don’t like things and fancy clothes
You lost your wings somewhere above
She’s out of reach and out of love.

She’s running away, running away from you.

Walking alone going insane
Street are in pain, windows are gray
Movies are dumb, jokes are the same
Thinking what wrong why didn’t she stay?


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Groovie

Good to be a king
Breakfast in Peking
Dinner in Bombay
With Mister Sting.

Crash a fancy car
Fuck a superstar
Everybody knows
Who you are.

Groovie, groovie when life is like a movie.

I saw you on the news
Diamonds on your shoes
You can swim all day
In carrot juice.

Good to be a king
Breakfast in Peking
Dinner in Bombay
With Mister Sting.


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Show is Over

Just a week ago they were happy
Playing Romeo and Juliet
Life was like a stage full of colored lights
Painted moons and sweet romance.

The show is over it was fun
You could bring the curtains down
It’s time to take a final bow
It’s over now.

Romeo walks home, rents a foreign film
Juliet drinks wine with her friend
Kings and fools asleep
And Shakespeare is writing better plays with a happy end.


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All songs written by Igor Yuzov
©2001 Shooba-Doobah Music, BMI

Credits

Igor: Vocals, guitars, bass, keyboards, percussion.
Andrei Baranov - drums
Mamoxa – trumpet
Jey Works – sax
Galiana Shlimovich – violin
Rouslan Valonen – keyboards
Back up vocals: Vladimir Goncharov, Nanduh Yuzov de Medeiros

Rouslan Valonen & Oleg Bernov recorded the tracks then Rouslan mixed.

Special spasibo to: Oleg Bernov, Vladimir Goncharov, Zhenya Rock, Avi Sills, Oleg Podobed, Kiryundel, Gena Nech, Shura, Yura, Ora, Limona, Gazelle, Nanduh, Lenka, Anka, Angelea!!!(of course), Natashas (all of them), Dimka and everybody else who loves my music.