She came from Planet Claire
I knew she came from there
She drove a Plymouth Satellite
A-faster than the speed of light
Planet Claire has pink air
All the trees are red
No one ever dies there
No one has a head
Some say she's from Mars
Or one of the seven stars that shine after three-thirty in the morning
Well, she isn't!
She came from Planet Claire
She came from Planet Claire
She came from Planet Claire
The B-52s - The B-52's Album Lyrics
The B-52s - The B-52's Lyrics
Writer: HENRY MANCINI, KATE PIERSON, FRED SCHNEIDER, KEITH STRICKLAND, CINDY WILSON, RICKY WILSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Spirit Music Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., 401K MUSIC INC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Spirit Music Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., 401K MUSIC INC
52 Girls
Effie, Madge and Mabel and Biddie
See them on the beach
Or in New York City
Tina, Louise and Hazel and Mavis
Can you name, name, name, name them today
Can you name, name, name, name them today
Wanda and Janet and Ronnie and Reba-o-o-o
These are the girls of the USA
The principal girls of the USA
Can you name, name, name, name them today
Can you name, name, name, name them today
O-o-o Kate, Kate and Cindy and Crystal and Candy
Mercedes and Joan, Betty and Brenda
Suzie and Anita and Phoebe and Jack Jackie-o
These are the girls of the USA
The principal girls of the USA
Can you name, name, name, name them today
Can you name, name, name, name them today
Can you name, name, name, name.
See them on the beach
Or in New York City
Tina, Louise and Hazel and Mavis
Can you name, name, name, name them today
Can you name, name, name, name them today
Wanda and Janet and Ronnie and Reba-o-o-o
These are the girls of the USA
The principal girls of the USA
Can you name, name, name, name them today
Can you name, name, name, name them today
O-o-o Kate, Kate and Cindy and Crystal and Candy
Mercedes and Joan, Betty and Brenda
Suzie and Anita and Phoebe and Jack Jackie-o
These are the girls of the USA
The principal girls of the USA
Can you name, name, name, name them today
Can you name, name, name, name them today
Can you name, name, name, name.
Writer: CHARLES J. AYERS, CINDY WILSON, FRED SCHNEIDER, KATE PIERSON, KEITH STRICKLAND, RICKY WILSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., 401K MUSIC INC
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., 401K MUSIC INC
Dance This Mess Around
Remember when you held my hand
Say, remember when you were my man
Walk, talk in the name of love
Before you break my heart
Think it over
Roll it over in your mind
Why don't you dance with me?
I'm not no Limburger
Why don't you dance with me?
I'm not no Limburger
Oh say, why don't you dance with me?
I'm not no Limburger
Just a limber girl
Just a limber girl
Just a limber girl
Just a limber girl
Dance this mess around
Dance this mess around, 'round, 'round, 'round, 'round
Everybody goes to parties
They dance this mess around
They do all sixteen dances
They do the Shu-ga-loo
Do the Shy Tuna
Do the Camel Walk
Do the Hip-O-Crit
Ah, hippy hippy forward
Hippy hippy hippy hippy hippy shake
Oh, it's time to do 'em right
Hey, so doesn't that make you feel a whole lot better, huh? (Huh?)
Say, doesn't that make you feel a lot better?
What you say?
Well, I'm just askin'
Come on
Shake
Ooh, oh oh (shake)
Shake
Ooh, oh oh (shake)
Shake
Ooh, oh oh
Everybody goes to parties
They dance this mess around
They do all sixteen dances
They do Coo-ca-choo
Do the Aqua Velva
Do the Dirty Dog
Do the Escalator
Ah, hippy hippy forward
Hippy hippy hippy hippy hippy shake
Oh, it's time to do 'em right
Hey, so Fred, doesn't that make you feel a whole lot better? (Huh?)
Say, doesn't that make you feel a lot better?
What you say?
Well, I'm just askin'
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Stop, dance on over
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Dance, dance this mess around
Dance this mess around
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Dance this mess around
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Say, remember when you were my man
Walk, talk in the name of love
Before you break my heart
Think it over
Roll it over in your mind
Why don't you dance with me?
I'm not no Limburger
Why don't you dance with me?
I'm not no Limburger
Oh say, why don't you dance with me?
I'm not no Limburger
Just a limber girl
Just a limber girl
Just a limber girl
Just a limber girl
Dance this mess around
Dance this mess around, 'round, 'round, 'round, 'round
Everybody goes to parties
They dance this mess around
They do all sixteen dances
They do the Shu-ga-loo
Do the Shy Tuna
Do the Camel Walk
Do the Hip-O-Crit
Ah, hippy hippy forward
Hippy hippy hippy hippy hippy shake
Oh, it's time to do 'em right
Hey, so doesn't that make you feel a whole lot better, huh? (Huh?)
Say, doesn't that make you feel a lot better?
What you say?
Well, I'm just askin'
Come on
Shake
Ooh, oh oh (shake)
Shake
Ooh, oh oh (shake)
Shake
Ooh, oh oh
Everybody goes to parties
They dance this mess around
They do all sixteen dances
They do Coo-ca-choo
Do the Aqua Velva
Do the Dirty Dog
Do the Escalator
Ah, hippy hippy forward
Hippy hippy hippy hippy hippy shake
Oh, it's time to do 'em right
Hey, so Fred, doesn't that make you feel a whole lot better? (Huh?)
Say, doesn't that make you feel a lot better?
What you say?
Well, I'm just askin'
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Stop, dance on over
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Dance, dance this mess around
Dance this mess around
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Dance this mess around
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Writer: Kate Pierson, Fred Schneider, Keith Strickland, Cindy Wilson, Ricky Wilson
Copyright: Lyrics © Sentric Music, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., SENTRIC MUSIC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sentric Music, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., SENTRIC MUSIC
Rock Lobster
We were at a party
His earlobe fell in the deep
Someone reached in and grabbed it
It was a rock lobster
Rock lobster
Rock lobster
We were at the beach
Everybody had matching towels
Somebody went under a dock
And there they saw a rock
It wasn't a rock
It was a rock lobster
Rock lobster
Rock lobster
Rock lobster
Rock lobster
Motion in the ocean
His air hose broke
Lots of trouble
Lots of bubble
He was in a jam
S'in a giant clam
Rock rock
Rock lobster
Down, down
Lobster rock
Lobster rock
Let's rock!
Boy's in bikinis
Girls in surfboards
Everybody's rockin'
Everybody's fruggin'
Twistin' 'round the fire
Havin' fun
Bakin' potatoes
Bakin' in the sun
Put on your noseguard
Put on the Lifeguard
Pass the tanning butter
Here comes a stingray
There goes a manta-ray
In walked a jelly fish
There goes a dog-fish
Chased by a cat-fish
In flew a sea robin
Watch out for that piranha
There goes a narwhal
Here comes a bikini whale!
Rock lobster
Rock lobster
Rock lobster
Rock lobster
His earlobe fell in the deep
Someone reached in and grabbed it
It was a rock lobster
Rock lobster
Rock lobster
We were at the beach
Everybody had matching towels
Somebody went under a dock
And there they saw a rock
It wasn't a rock
It was a rock lobster
Rock lobster
Rock lobster
Rock lobster
Rock lobster
Motion in the ocean
His air hose broke
Lots of trouble
Lots of bubble
He was in a jam
S'in a giant clam
Rock rock
Rock lobster
Down, down
Lobster rock
Lobster rock
Let's rock!
Boy's in bikinis
Girls in surfboards
Everybody's rockin'
Everybody's fruggin'
Twistin' 'round the fire
Havin' fun
Bakin' potatoes
Bakin' in the sun
Put on your noseguard
Put on the Lifeguard
Pass the tanning butter
Here comes a stingray
There goes a manta-ray
In walked a jelly fish
There goes a dog-fish
Chased by a cat-fish
In flew a sea robin
Watch out for that piranha
There goes a narwhal
Here comes a bikini whale!
Rock lobster
Rock lobster
Rock lobster
Rock lobster
Writer: Catherine Elizabeth Pierson, Cynthia Leigh Wilson, Frederick William Schneider, Julian Keith Strickland, Rickey Helton Wilson
Copyright: Lyrics © Sentric Music, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sentric Music, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Lava
My body's burnin' like a lava from a Maura Loa
My heart's crackin' like a Krakatoa
Ooh Krakatoa, east of Java, molten bodies, fiery lava
Fire, fire, burnin' bright
Turn on your love lava
Turn on your lava light
Fire, oh volcano, over you
Don't let your lava love turn to stone
Keep it burnin'
Keep it burnin' here at home
Ooh hot lava
Ooh hot lava
My love may be as high as the highest volcano
But the altitude is way too high
Well it gets so cold when you look at me that way, yeah
I just want to have that hot lava
Lovin' me away
My love's mountin'
My love's eruptin' like a red hot volcano
Fire, oh volcano, over you
I gotta lotta lava love locked up inside me
My love's a lava bomb
Knock you in the head
Knock you in the head
Kick you in the bed
(Over you) hot lava
Oooo it's so hot
Oh, It's burnin' up in here
Oh oh look out, it's about to erupt
Ooh ooh my body's burnin' like a lava from a Mauna Loa
My heart is breakin' like a Krakatoa
Hot fire, red-hot fire
Lava, oh oh oh, oh oh, hot lava
Hot lava, red-hot lava
Hot lava, red, hot lava
Oh hot lava
I'm gonna let it go
Let it flow like Pompeii or Herculaneum
Let it sizzle, let it rise
Don't let your lava love flow turn to stone
Keep it burnin'
Keep it burnin' here at home
I'm gonna jump in a crater
See ya later
Ooh hot lava
Ooh hot lava
Hot lava
Oh hot lava!
Hot lava
Red hot lava uh
Yeah
My heart's crackin' like a Krakatoa
Ooh Krakatoa, east of Java, molten bodies, fiery lava
Fire, fire, burnin' bright
Turn on your love lava
Turn on your lava light
Fire, oh volcano, over you
Don't let your lava love turn to stone
Keep it burnin'
Keep it burnin' here at home
Ooh hot lava
Ooh hot lava
My love may be as high as the highest volcano
But the altitude is way too high
Well it gets so cold when you look at me that way, yeah
I just want to have that hot lava
Lovin' me away
My love's mountin'
My love's eruptin' like a red hot volcano
Fire, oh volcano, over you
I gotta lotta lava love locked up inside me
My love's a lava bomb
Knock you in the head
Knock you in the head
Kick you in the bed
(Over you) hot lava
Oooo it's so hot
Oh, It's burnin' up in here
Oh oh look out, it's about to erupt
Ooh ooh my body's burnin' like a lava from a Mauna Loa
My heart is breakin' like a Krakatoa
Hot fire, red-hot fire
Lava, oh oh oh, oh oh, hot lava
Hot lava, red-hot lava
Hot lava, red, hot lava
Oh hot lava
I'm gonna let it go
Let it flow like Pompeii or Herculaneum
Let it sizzle, let it rise
Don't let your lava love flow turn to stone
Keep it burnin'
Keep it burnin' here at home
I'm gonna jump in a crater
See ya later
Ooh hot lava
Ooh hot lava
Hot lava
Oh hot lava!
Hot lava
Red hot lava uh
Yeah
Writer: CINDY WILSON, CYNTHIA WILSON, FRED SCHNEIDER, KATE PIERSON, KEITH STRICKLAND, RICKY WILSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Sentric Music, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sentric Music, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
There's a Moon in the Sky (Called the Moon)
There's a moon in the sky
It's called the moon
And everybody is there, including,
Saturn, Mercury
Saturn, Venus
Saturn, Mars
Saturn, Jupiter
The Van Allen Belt
Roll-roll-roll-roll-rollin' in Andromeda
Won-ton-ton-ton rama-in-Andromeda
There's too many rings---This is the Space Age
There's too many things---This is the Space Age
Just ain't no atmosphere tonight
If you're lucky you get to ride in a gold meteorite
If you're not, you get a mouth, a mouthful of red Kryptonite
You better move over
Here comes a Super-nova
Kryptonite- - -
Destination moon
If you're in outer space
Don't feel out of place
'cause there are thousands of others like you
Others like you
Others like you
Well there's a moon, it's in the sky
It's called the moon
And everybody is there 'cluding
'ranus
Neptune
'ranus
Pluto
Destination moon
Many gamma rays around it
Van Allen Belt surrounds it
This is the Space Age
Please don't worry
This is the Space Age
Just don't worry
This is the Space Age
Others like you
Ahhh ahhh..........
It's called the moon
And everybody is there, including,
Saturn, Mercury
Saturn, Venus
Saturn, Mars
Saturn, Jupiter
The Van Allen Belt
Roll-roll-roll-roll-rollin' in Andromeda
Won-ton-ton-ton rama-in-Andromeda
There's too many rings---This is the Space Age
There's too many things---This is the Space Age
Just ain't no atmosphere tonight
If you're lucky you get to ride in a gold meteorite
If you're not, you get a mouth, a mouthful of red Kryptonite
You better move over
Here comes a Super-nova
Kryptonite- - -
Destination moon
If you're in outer space
Don't feel out of place
'cause there are thousands of others like you
Others like you
Others like you
Well there's a moon, it's in the sky
It's called the moon
And everybody is there 'cluding
'ranus
Neptune
'ranus
Pluto
Destination moon
Many gamma rays around it
Van Allen Belt surrounds it
This is the Space Age
Please don't worry
This is the Space Age
Just don't worry
This is the Space Age
Others like you
Ahhh ahhh..........
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Hero Worship
Heroes falling to the ground
Like Hell's magnet
Pulls me down
On my knees
I try to please his eyes
His idol eyes
Jerking motions won't revive him
Mouth to mouth resusitation
I just lay down beside him
And idolize
Motor, motor
Broken hearted
Rusted, rotted
Falling apart
A lock of hair
A belt he wore
It's not enough
I WANT MORE
God give me his soul
God give me his soul
Heroes falling to the ground
Like Hell's magnet
Pulls me down
On my knees
I try to please his eyes
His idol eyes
Like Hell's magnet
Pulls me down
On my knees
I try to please his eyes
His idol eyes
Jerking motions won't revive him
Mouth to mouth resusitation
I just lay down beside him
And idolize
Motor, motor
Broken hearted
Rusted, rotted
Falling apart
A lock of hair
A belt he wore
It's not enough
I WANT MORE
God give me his soul
God give me his soul
Heroes falling to the ground
Like Hell's magnet
Pulls me down
On my knees
I try to please his eyes
His idol eyes
Writer: ROBERT WALDROP, CATHERINE ELIZABETH PIERSON, FREDERICK WILLIAM III SCHNEIDER, KEITH STRICKLAND, CYNTHIA LEIGH WILSON, RICKY HELTON WILSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
6060-842
6060-842!
Tina went to the Lady's room
Saw written on the wall
"If you'd like a very nice time
Just give this number a call"
It was 6060-842
606 and I'm waitin' for you
6060-842
606 and I'm waitin' for you
Tina reached in her pocketbook
Pulled out a thin dime
Dropped it in the phone slot
Prayin' she'd get the line
It was 6060-842
606 and I'm waitin' for you
6060-842
606 and I'm waitin' for you
Dial the number to call
Get no answer at all
Dime's in the slot
Ready to trot
Uh, 6060-842
I've been tryin' all day
And I'm makin' no headway
Operator, what's wrong?
I dial stupid number all day long
Operator said,
Your number's been disconnected
Your number's been disconnected
Your number's been disconnected
Your number's been disconnected
Hello?
I'm sorry
Hello?
I'm sorry
Hello?
I'm sorry
Tina went to the Lady's room
Saw written on the wall
"If you'd like a very nice time
Just give this number a call"
It was 6060-842
606 and I'm waitin' for you
6060-842
606 and I'm waitin' for you
Tina reached in her pocketbook
Pulled out a thin dime
Dropped it in the phone slot
Prayin' she'd get the line
It was 6060-842
606 and I'm waitin' for you
6060-842
606 and I'm waitin' for you
Dial the number to call
Get no answer at all
Dime's in the slot
Ready to trot
Uh, 6060-842
I've been tryin' all day
And I'm makin' no headway
Operator, what's wrong?
I dial stupid number all day long
Operator said,
Your number's been disconnected
Your number's been disconnected
Your number's been disconnected
Your number's been disconnected
Hello?
I'm sorry
Hello?
I'm sorry
Hello?
I'm sorry
Writer: KATE PIERSON, FRED SCHNEIDER, KEITH STRICKLAND, CINDY WILSON, RICKY WILSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Downtown
Bring all the lights low, I know a place to go (Downtown)
Yeah, I know a place to go
Downtown
(Downtown!)
When you are lonely, life is makin' you grumpy
You can always go (Downtown!)
Just listen to the music and the traffic of the city
Linger on the sidewalk where the neon signs are pretty
(Downtown!)
I know a place to go when it is so slow (Downtown)
(I want some tea!)
I know a place to go when you get so old (Wanna beer!)
I know a place to go when you want dress up and love
(Downtown, downtown!)
Yeah, listen!
Oo, listen!
Yeah, listen!
(Downtown!)
When you're working!
(Downtown!)
When you're talking!
(Downtown!)
When you get your lover's notes!
(Downtown!)
Think of the people
Yeah, think of the people
Oh, maybe I'll see you there
If I can do my hair (Downtown!)
Where you see the people go in free (Downtown!)
Where you see the people go downtown
Let's all go
I said, why don't we show ourselves?
Downtown! (Downtown!)
Oo, Downtown! (Downtown!)
Where all the lights are low!
(Downtown!)
Yeah!
Let's all go
Downtown! (Downtown!)
Downtown! (Downtown!)
Downtown!
Yeah, I know a place to go
Downtown
(Downtown!)
When you are lonely, life is makin' you grumpy
You can always go (Downtown!)
Just listen to the music and the traffic of the city
Linger on the sidewalk where the neon signs are pretty
(Downtown!)
I know a place to go when it is so slow (Downtown)
(I want some tea!)
I know a place to go when you get so old (Wanna beer!)
I know a place to go when you want dress up and love
(Downtown, downtown!)
Yeah, listen!
Oo, listen!
Yeah, listen!
(Downtown!)
When you're working!
(Downtown!)
When you're talking!
(Downtown!)
When you get your lover's notes!
(Downtown!)
Think of the people
Yeah, think of the people
Oh, maybe I'll see you there
If I can do my hair (Downtown!)
Where you see the people go in free (Downtown!)
Where you see the people go downtown
Let's all go
I said, why don't we show ourselves?
Downtown! (Downtown!)
Oo, Downtown! (Downtown!)
Where all the lights are low!
(Downtown!)
Yeah!
Let's all go
Downtown! (Downtown!)
Downtown! (Downtown!)
Downtown!
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
The B-52's is the debut album by American new wave band the B-52's. The kitschy lyrics and mood, and the hook-laden harmonies helped establish a fanbase for the band, who went on to release several chart-topping singles. The album cover was designed by Tony Wright (credited as Sue Ab Surd).
The B-52's peaked at number 59 on the Billboard 200, and "Rock Lobster" reached number 56 on the Billboard Hot 100. Shortly before his death, John Lennon said he enjoyed the album. In 2003, the television network VH1 named The B-52's the 99th greatest album of all time. In 2020, The B-52's was ranked number 198 on Rolling Stone magazine's list of the 500 greatest albums of all time.
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The B-52sThe B-52's peaked at number 59 on the Billboard 200, and "Rock Lobster" reached number 56 on the Billboard Hot 100. Shortly before his death, John Lennon said he enjoyed the album. In 2003, the television network VH1 named The B-52's the 99th greatest album of all time. In 2020, The B-52's was ranked number 198 on Rolling Stone magazine's list of the 500 greatest albums of all time.
Genre(s): New wave, post-punk, dance-rock, surf rock, college rock
Length: 39:14
Released: July 6th, 1979
Year: 1979