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The White Stripes - Rag and Bone lyrics
Rag and bone. Rag and bone! Rag and bone. Rag and bone! Jack: Meg, look at this place. This place is like a mansion. It's like a mansion Look at all this stuff! Meg: I don't know. Jack: Look, I see something over there Meg: Woo! Jack: Man. Well, Can't you hear us yelling "rag and bone"? Bring out your junk And we'll give it a home A broken trumpet Or a telephone A c'mon, a c'mon, a c'mon C'mon and give it to me. Yeah! A c'mon, a c'mon, a c'mon C'mon and give it to me. Rag and bone. Rag and bone. A c'mon, a c'mon, a c'mon C'mon and give it to me. All of your pretty Your pretty little rags and bones. Jack: Well, look at all this. You don't want it? Are you sure you don't want it? We'll take it. It's just stuff you don't want. I could use 'em, Meg could use 'em. We could do something with them. We'll make something out of 'em. Make some money out of 'em, at least. Meg: (This fits me perfect...give it to me.) Jack: Hey, if you ain't gonna use it, Just give it to us. We'll give it a home Well, Have you got something shiny for me? Anybody got a Christmas tree? Can you part with a toilet seat? A jump up, a jump up, a jump up. C'mon and give it to me. Rag and bone. We wanna get it, granny While it's hot. You think it's trash, granny But, it's not. A we'll be takin' Whatever you got. A give up, a give up, a give up. C'mon and give it to me. Woo! All of your pretty Your pretty little rags and bones. Meg: I saw some stuff over there. Are they gonna give it to us? Jack: Aw, Meg, don't be rude. Meg: Or not. Jack: They might need it. If you don't want it, well take it. If you don't want to give it to us, We'll keep walking by. We'll keep going, we're not tired. We've got plenty of places to go, Lots of homes we ain't been to yet. On the west side. The southwest side. Middle East. Rich House. Dog house. Outhouse. Old folks house. House for unwed mothers. Half-way homes. Catacombs. Twilight zones. Looking for Technics Turntables To gramophones. So, take a last lick of your ice cream cone. And lock up what you still wanna own. But, please be kind. Meg: Take your time. Jack: And don't rewind. Meg: It's fine. All of your pretty Your pretty little rags and bones. Yeah! Your pretty little rags and bones. A jump up, a jump up, a jump up. C'mon and give it to me. Oh, oh, oh. Your pretty little rags and bones. A c'mon, a c'mon, a c'mon C'mon and give it to us. Yeah! Yeah yeah. Aw yeah. Yeah! Yeah! Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Yeah! |
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