Bad Reputation .......... Joan Jett

Geek Hallway .......... Michael Andrews

Poor Poor Pitiful Me .......... Warren Zevon

Lindsay's Theme .......... Michael Andrews

Keg Party Music .......... Michael Andrews

Look Sharp! .......... Joe Jackson

Clem's Theme .......... Michael Andrews

No Language In Our Lungs .......... XTC

Lindsay Disturbed Theme .......... Michael Andrews

Bill Gets Funky (A.K.A. Spacefunk) .......... Paul Feig

USA Rock .......... Michael Andrews

The Spirit Of Radio .......... Rush

Daniel's Theme 2 .......... Michael Andrews

I'm One .......... The Who

Porno Music .......... Michael Andrews

Neal's Lament .......... Michael Andrews

The Groove Line .......... Heatwave

Ken's Ode To Joy .......... Michael Andrews

Come Sail Away .......... Styx

End Title Theme .......... Michael Andrews

Lady L .......... Jason Segal (Nick Andopolis)

Eighteen .......... Dave Gruber Allen (Mr. Rosso)

Jesus Is Just Alright .......... Jason Segal (Nick Andopolis) & Sara Hagan (Millie Kentner)

Up On Cripple Creek .......... Dave Gruber Allen (Mr. Rosso & Feedback)

Dumb As A Crayon .......... The Leaving Trains

I don't give a damn 'bout my reputation
You're living in the past it's a new generation
A girl can do what she wants to do and that's
What I'm gonna do
An' I don't give a damn ' bout my bad reputation

Oh no not me

An' I don't give a damn 'bout my reputation
Never said I wanted to improve my station
An' I'm only doin' good
When I'm havin' fun
An' I don't have to please no one
An' I don't give a damn
'Bout my bad reputation

Oh no, not me
Oh no, not me
I don't give a damn
'Bout my reputation
I've never been afraid of any deviation
An' I don't really care
If ya think I'm strange
I ain't gonna change An' I'm never gonna care 'Bout my bad reputation

Oh no, not me
Oh no, not me

Pedal boys!

An' I don't give a damn
'Bout my reputation
The world's in trouble
There's no communication
An' everyone can say
What they want to say
It never gets better anyway
So why should I care
'Bout a bad reputation anyway
Oh no, not me
Oh no, not me

I don't give a damn 'bout my bad reputation
You're living in the past
It's a new generation
An' I only feel good
When I got no pain
An' that's how I'm gonna stay
An' I don't give a damn
'Bout my bad reputation

Oh no, not me
Oh no, not
Not me, not me

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I'd lay my head on the railroad tracks
And wait for the Double "E"
But the railroad don't run no more
Poor, poor pitiful me

Poor, poor pitiful me
Poor, poor pitiful me
These young girls won't let me be
Lord have mercy on me
Woe is me

Well, I met a girl in West Hollywood
I ain't naming names
She really worked me over good
She was just like Jesse James
She really worked me over good
She was a credit to her gender
She put me through some changes, Lord
Sort of like a Waring blender

Poor, poor pitiful me
Poor, poor pitiful me
These young girls won't let me be
Lord have mercy on me
Woe is me

Well, I met a girl at the Rainbow bar
She asked me if I'd beat her
She took me back to the Hyatt House
I don't want to talk about it

Poor, poor pitiful me
Poor, poor pitiful me
These young girls won't let me be
Lord have mercy on me
Woe is me

(Well, I met a girl from the Vieux Carre`
Down in Yokahama
She picked me up and she throwed me down
I said, "Please don't hurt me, Mama")

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Big shot, tell you what
Tell me what goes on around here
Go on and get me in the corner
Smoke my cigarettes and drink my beer
Tell me that this world is no place for the weak
Then you can look me in the eye
And tell me if you see a trace of fear

You gotta look sharp
You gotta look sharp
And you gotta have no illusions
Just keep going your way looking over your shoulder

Okay, what you say
Tell me what they're wearing this year
Go on and laugh at me cause you don't see
That I got something going right here
Say I'm just a dreamer
Say I'm just a kid
Well ace, shut your face
Maybe you will see or hear

You gotta look sharp
You gotta look sharp
And you gotta have no illusions
Just keep going your way looking over your shoulder

Big shot, thanks a lot
Gotta go it's getting late
I got a date with my tailor now
Thanks for putting me so straight
Tell me how they run the crime down every street
But check your watch and wallet now
Before I go and you're too late

You gotta look sharp
You gotta look sharp
And you gotta have no illusions
Just keep going your way looking over your shoulder

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There is no language in our lungs
to tell the world just how we feel
no bridge of thought
no mental link
no letting out just what you think
there is no language in our lungs
there is no muscle in our tongues
to tell the world what's in our hearts
no we're leaving nothing
just chiselled stones
no chance to speak before we're bones
there is no muscle in our tongues
I thought I had the whole world in my mouth
I thought I could say what I wanted to say
For a second that thought became a sword in my hand
I could slay any problem that would stand in my way
I felt just like a crusader
lionheart, a holy land invader
but nobody can say what they really mean to say and
the impotency of speech came up and hit me that day and
I would have made this instrumental
but the words got in the way
there is no language in our...
there is no language in our lungs
to tell the world what's in our hearts
no we're leaving nothing behind
just chiselled stones
no chance to speak before we're bones
there is no language in our lungs

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Begin the day with a friendly voice
A companion unobtrusive
Plays the song that's so elusive
And the magic music makes your morning mood

Off on your way, hit the open road
There is magic at your fingers
For the Spirit ever lingers
Undemanding contact in your happy solitude

(Chorus:)
Invisible airwaves crackle with life
Bright antennae bristle with the energy
Emotional feedback on timeless wavelength
Bearing a gift beyond price, almost free

All this machinery making modern music
Can still be open hearted
Not so coldly charted
It's really just a question of your honesty, yeah
Your honesty
One likes to believe in the freedom of music
But glittering prizes and endless compromises
Shatter the illusion of integrity

(Chorus)

For the words of the profits were written on the studio wall
Concert hall
And echoes with the sounds of salesmen

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Every year is the same
And I feel it again,
I'm a loser - no chance to win.
Leaves start falling,
Come down is calling,
Loneliness starts sinking in.

But I'm one.
I am one.
And I can see
That this is me,
And I will be,
You'll all see
I'm the one.

Where do you get
Those blue blue jeans
Faded patched secret so tight.
Where do you get
That walk oh so lean
Your shoes and your shirts
All just right.
But I'm one etc.

I got a Gibson
Without a case
But I can't get that even tanned look on my face.
Ill fitting clothes
I blend in the crowd,
Fingers so clumsy
Voice too loud.

But I'm one.

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Pack your grip
Takin you on a trip
Ain't no seats
All we got's dancin' feet

Leave your worries behind
'Cause rain, shine don't mind
We're ridin' on the groove line tonight

Get this train
Know you'll be glad you came
Hit the track
Party hard there and back

Leave your worries behind
'Cause rain, shine don't mind
We're ridin' on the groove line tonight

Check out the wheels a turnin'
You know we won't stop
We got this boiler burnin'
We're keepin' it hot
So grab your friends
Get the train comin' through
Climb on board
Where you leave's up to you

Leave your worries behind
'Cause rain, shine don't mind
We're ridin' on the groove line tonight

Leave your worries behind
'Cause rain, shine don't mind
We're ridin' on the groove line tonight

Check out the wheels a turnin'
You know we won't stop
We got this boiler burnin'
We're keepin' it hot
So grab your friends
Get the train comin' through
Climb on board
Where you leave's up to you

Leave your worries behind
'Cause rain, shine don't mind
We're ridin' on the groove line tonight

Rain, shine don't mind
We're ridin' on the groove line tonight

Rain, shine don't mind
We're ridin' on the groove line tonight

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I'm sailing away, set an open course for the virgin sea
I've got to be free, free to face the life that's ahead of me
On board, I'm the captain, so climb aboard
We'll search for tomorrow on every shore
And I'll try, oh Lord, I'll try to carry on

I look to the sea, reflections in the waves spark my memory
Some happy, some sad
I think of childhood friends and the dreams we had
We live happily forever, so the story goes
But somehow we missed out on that pot of gold
But we'll try best that we can to carry on

A gathering of angels appeared above my head
They sang to me this song of hope, and this is what they said
They said come sail away, come sail away
Come sail away with me
Come sail away, come sail away
Come sail away with me

I thought that they were angels, but to my surprise
They climbed aboard their starship and headed for the skies
Singing come sail away, come sail away
Come sail away with me
Come sail away, come sail away
Come sail away with me

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I said,
Lady L, let your soul be free
You closed your eyes
And you wouldn
The only one who could
Ease your pain was me

As I ride on my horse
Through the countryside
I said
Let me give you a ride

But as I pulled the reigns
Of my horse
You pulled the reigns
Of your soul
I

Couldn
A thick cloud of smoke
You held my heart
Now it
Is your green army jacket
Keepin

Lady L
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la
That
Lady L
She
La la la la la la la la la la la la la-Lady L

We live in a world
Of teachers and tests
I take my comfort
In your silky breast
And you
Askin

Your yellow eyes
Are cold as stone
I phoned your heart
There was nobody home
What are you gonna do
When you

She
She
Sweet Lady L
Lady L
Lady L
Lady L

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you're dumb as a crayon
a bad banana

Lindsay's dad says stay away, she's only going to bring you down
she's a bad banana, a bad banana, spoiling the other fruit

but what does Mr. Weir know?
I shoplift at your daddy's store!
what does Mr. Weir know?
what does he know?
what does he know?

Dennis likes Lindsay, Dennis like Lindsay, but I love Kim, it's true
I love her blue jacket, the one that they laughed at,
those stupid kids at school

Mr. Weir says you do drugs
and you ditch school
you killed Millie's Dog
you didn't know
you didn't know

I got stuck in a parking lot
just to see you
the ceiling was so low
at the museum
my van couldn't move

I like the way
your smile implies a crime
and says "let's get out of here"
they'll never know
they'll never know

I've never been to the laser show