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INFO

length: 5:05
lyrics: Deborah Harry & Romy Ashby
music: Chris Stein
published: Famous Music Corporation/Dick Johnson Songs (ASCAP), Pilar Amor Songs (ASCAP)

 

FEATURED ON

The Curse Of Blondie [album] (2003)

SHAKEDOWN

Pretty much a standstill out there here's a little live shot of the Jersey turnpike major construction between exits fourteen and twenty-one detours resulting from the construction have made up to forty-five minute delays in both north and south directions but the good news is that the rear ender fender bender and the jackknife eighteen wheeler accidents have been removed from the entrances to both the Lincoln and Holland Tunnels however the toll plaza south bound at the Garden State Parkway exit eleven is backed up all the way to Newark Airport

I used to get sick with solitude
I was always better in the multitude but now I like it up here all alone in my ivory tower hi-ho at the end of my rope I watch it all through a telescope I think I'd have a better chance to see the pope I get so bored with his shtick and his mini-minute dick and all his high and mighty shit I'm a witch well well well a wish wanna throw it in a ditch I'm concentrating on the big laugh you just acting like that damn old Riff-Raff

Shakedown baby I don't want to have to see what you got hiding in your body cavity

Shakedown baby I don't want to have to see what you got hiding in your body cavity

Shakedown baby shakedown baby shakedown baby I don't want to have to see what you got hiding in your body cavity

I'm so sick of your Jersey rap your slab rat white as a tic-tac why don't you take a dirt nap you make me laugh and I know who I'm laughing at Big Jersey hoo-haa like your style like your freedom of speech like your dirty thoughts like your cream of wheat Tuesday is out never may be great level down and read 'em from the Gods State this is a Jersey plate Saturdayin' pretty driving in the city your boom is a distortion your act is a contortion the perfume and pretension your hair in invention

Ha ha ha the hive is humming
I thought I heard it all but there's still more coming

Put it in put it in why don't you put it in put it in put it in why don't you put it in put it in put it in why don't you put it in put it in put it in put it in why don't you put it in put it in put it in put it in why don't you put it in put it in put it in

Shakedown baby I don't want to have to see what you got hiding in your body cavity shakedown baby I don't want to have to see what you got hiding in your body cavity shakedown baby shakedown baby shakedown baby I don't want to have to see what you got hiding in your body cavity

You said your name was what what kind of a name is that shooting past me on the turn pike should have told you to take a hike but there was something I don't know what that I guess I kind of like that nasty attitude Mediterranean lastitude

I guess you did give me a rush yeah you gave me a thrill felt so hot and flushed I even had to take a pill and your pattern yeah your method yeah the way you deliver long and slow the way you get your percussion going going strong and it's my turn to be blowing yeah singing my song you think you know me think again
who's your friend who put this freak flag in the mail why you sending me this pig tail you back in Jail

I got your post card saying how it is in that pen your in signed don't forget me lot's of love from adrenaline give it a rest give it a rest you got one dimension pure pretension cross the river start to shiver over to the big smoke and it's no joke I told you one more word from you about Jersey and your dead

Shakedown baby I don't want to have to see what you got hiding in your body cavity shakedown baby shakedown baby shakedown baby I don't want to have to see what you got hiding in your body cavity
shakedown baby I don't want to have to see what you got hiding in your body cavity let me lick that uh uh can I kiss that no let me kiss that let me lick that come on let me lick that uh huh it might be too sweet it won't be too sweet

REMIXES & OTHER VERSIONS

[no official remixes available]

 

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