There'll be no strings to bind your hands
Not if my love can't bind your heart
There's no need to take a stand
For it was I who chose to start
I see no need to take me home
I'm old enough to face the dawn
Just call me angel of the morning, angel
Just touch my cheek before you leave me, baby
Just call me angel of the morning, angel
Then slowly turn away from me
Maybe the sun's light will be dim
And it won't matter anyhow
If morning's echo says we've sinned
Well, it was what I wanted now
And if we're victims of the night
I won't be blinded by the light
Just call me angel of the morning, angel
Just touch my cheek before you leave me, baby
Just call me angel of the morning, angel
Then slowly turn away
I won't beg you to stay with me
Through the tears
Of the day
Of the years
Baby
Just call me angel of the morning, angel
Just touch my cheek before you leave me, baby
Just call me angel of the morning, angel
Just touch my cheek before you leave me, darling
Just call me angel of the morning, angel
Just touch my cheek before you leave me, darling
Deadpool Soundtrack Album Lyrics
Deadpool Soundtrack Lyrics
- Juice Newton - Angel of the Morning
- Junkie XL - Maximum Effort
- Junkie XL - Small Disruption
- Salt-N-Pepa - Shoop
- Junkie XL - Twelve Bullets
- Junkie XL - Man In a Red Suit
- Junkie XL - Liam Neeson Nightmares
- Neil Sedaka - Calendar Girl
- Junkie XL - The Punch Bowl
- Junkie XL - Back to Life
- Junkie XL - Every Time I See Her
- Teamheadkick - Deadpool Rap
- Junkie XL - Easy Angel
- Junkie XL - Scrap Yard
- Junkie XL - This Place Looks Sanitary
- Junkie XL - Watership Down
- Junkie XL - Going Commando
- Junkie XL - Lets Try to Kill Each Other
- Junkie XL - Stupider When You Say It
- Junkie XL - Four or Five Moments
- Junkie XL - A Face I Would Sit On
- George Michael - Careless Whisper
Writer: Chip Taylor
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Salt-N-Pepa - Shoop
Hey, yeah, I wanna shoop, baby
Ooh, how you doin', baby?
No, not you
You, the bow-legged one, yeah
What's your name?
Damn, that sounds sexy, uh
Here I go, here I go, here I go again (again?)
Girls, what's my weakness? (Men!)
Okay then, chillin', chillin'
Mindin' my business (word)
Yo, Salt, I looked around, and I couldn't believe this
I swear, I stared, my niece my witness
The brother had it goin' on with somethin' kinda, uh
Wicked, wicked (ooh) had to kick it
I'm not shy, so I asked for the digits
A ho? No, that don't make me
See what I want slip slide to it swifty
Felt it in my hips so I dipped back to my bag of tricks
Then I flipped for a tip, make me wanna do tricks for him
Lick him like a lollipop should be licked
Came to my senses and I chilled for a bit
Don't know how you do the voodoo that you do
So well, it's a spell, hell, makes me wanna shoop, shoop, shoop
Shoop, shoop ba-doop, shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop, ba-doop, ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop, shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop, ba-doop, ba-doop
Umm, you're packed and you're stacked 'specially in the back
Brother, wanna thank your mother for a butt like that (thanks, Mom)
Can I get some fries with that shake-shake boobie?
If looks could kill you would be an uzi
Or a shotgun, bang! What's up with that thang?
I wanna know how does it hang?
Straight up, wait up, hold up, Mr. Lover
Like Prince said you're a sexy motha well-a
I like 'em real wild, b-boy style by the mile
Smooth black skin with a smile
Bright as the sun, I wanna have some fun
Come and give me some of that yum-yum
Chocolate chip, honey dip, can I get a scoop?
Baby, take a ride in my coupe, you make me wanna
Shoop, shoop ba-doop, shoop ba-doop (baby, hey)
Shoop ba-doop, ba-doop, ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop, shoop ba-doop
(Don't you know I wanna shoop, baby)
Shoop ba-doop, ba-doop, ba-doop
Shoop, shoop ba-doop, shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop, ba-doop, ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop, shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop, ba-doop, ba-doop
Well, let me bring you back to the subject
Pep's on the set
Make you get hot, make you work up a sweat
When you skip-to-my-lou, my darling
Not falling in love but I'm falling for your (super sperm)
When I get ya betcha bottom dollar you were best under pressure
(Yo, Sandy, I wanna like, taste you)
Getcha, getcha lips wet, 'cause it's time to have Pep
On your mark, get set, go, let me go, let me shoop
To the next man in the three-piece suit
I spend all my dough-re-mi cutie
Shoop, shoop a-doobie, like Scoobie Doobie Doo
I love you in your big jeans, you give me nice dreams
You make me wanna scream, ooh, ooh, ooh
I like what ya do, when you do
What ya do, you make me wanna shoop
Shoop, shoop ba-doop, shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop, ba-doop, ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop, shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop, ba-doop, ba-doop
Oh, my goodness, girl, look at him
He is the cutest brother in here
And he's comin' this way! Ooh!
S and the P wanna kick with me, cool (uh-huh)
But I'm wicked, G, (yeah) hit skins but never quickly (that's right)
I hit the skins for the hell of it, just for the yell I get
Mm-mm-mm, for the smell of it (smell it)
They want my bod, here's the hot rod (hot rod)
Twelve inches to a yard (damn) and have ya soundin' like a retard (yeah)
Big 'Twan Love-Her, six-two, wanna hit you
So what you wanna do? What you wanna do? Mm, I wanna shoop
Shoop, shoop ba-doop, shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop, ba-doop, ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop, shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop, ba-doop, ba-doop
Shoop, shoop ba-doop, shoop ba-doop (oh, you make me wanna)
Shoop ba-doop, ba-doop, ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop, shoop ba-doop (hey, yeah, I wanna shoop baby)
Shoop ba-doop, ba-doop, ba-doop
Shoop, shoop ba-doop, shoop ba-doop (oh, you make me wanna)
Shoop ba-doop, ba-doop, ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop, shoop ba-doop (hey, yeah, I wanna shoop baby)
Shoop ba-doop, ba-doop, ba-doop
Shoop, shoop ba-doop, shoop ba-doop (oh, you make me wanna)
Shoop ba-doop, ba-doop, ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop, shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop, ba-doop, ba-doop
Ooh, how you doin', baby?
No, not you
You, the bow-legged one, yeah
What's your name?
Damn, that sounds sexy, uh
Here I go, here I go, here I go again (again?)
Girls, what's my weakness? (Men!)
Okay then, chillin', chillin'
Mindin' my business (word)
Yo, Salt, I looked around, and I couldn't believe this
I swear, I stared, my niece my witness
The brother had it goin' on with somethin' kinda, uh
Wicked, wicked (ooh) had to kick it
I'm not shy, so I asked for the digits
A ho? No, that don't make me
See what I want slip slide to it swifty
Felt it in my hips so I dipped back to my bag of tricks
Then I flipped for a tip, make me wanna do tricks for him
Lick him like a lollipop should be licked
Came to my senses and I chilled for a bit
Don't know how you do the voodoo that you do
So well, it's a spell, hell, makes me wanna shoop, shoop, shoop
Shoop, shoop ba-doop, shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop, ba-doop, ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop, shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop, ba-doop, ba-doop
Umm, you're packed and you're stacked 'specially in the back
Brother, wanna thank your mother for a butt like that (thanks, Mom)
Can I get some fries with that shake-shake boobie?
If looks could kill you would be an uzi
Or a shotgun, bang! What's up with that thang?
I wanna know how does it hang?
Straight up, wait up, hold up, Mr. Lover
Like Prince said you're a sexy motha well-a
I like 'em real wild, b-boy style by the mile
Smooth black skin with a smile
Bright as the sun, I wanna have some fun
Come and give me some of that yum-yum
Chocolate chip, honey dip, can I get a scoop?
Baby, take a ride in my coupe, you make me wanna
Shoop, shoop ba-doop, shoop ba-doop (baby, hey)
Shoop ba-doop, ba-doop, ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop, shoop ba-doop
(Don't you know I wanna shoop, baby)
Shoop ba-doop, ba-doop, ba-doop
Shoop, shoop ba-doop, shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop, ba-doop, ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop, shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop, ba-doop, ba-doop
Well, let me bring you back to the subject
Pep's on the set
Make you get hot, make you work up a sweat
When you skip-to-my-lou, my darling
Not falling in love but I'm falling for your (super sperm)
When I get ya betcha bottom dollar you were best under pressure
(Yo, Sandy, I wanna like, taste you)
Getcha, getcha lips wet, 'cause it's time to have Pep
On your mark, get set, go, let me go, let me shoop
To the next man in the three-piece suit
I spend all my dough-re-mi cutie
Shoop, shoop a-doobie, like Scoobie Doobie Doo
I love you in your big jeans, you give me nice dreams
You make me wanna scream, ooh, ooh, ooh
I like what ya do, when you do
What ya do, you make me wanna shoop
Shoop, shoop ba-doop, shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop, ba-doop, ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop, shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop, ba-doop, ba-doop
Oh, my goodness, girl, look at him
He is the cutest brother in here
And he's comin' this way! Ooh!
S and the P wanna kick with me, cool (uh-huh)
But I'm wicked, G, (yeah) hit skins but never quickly (that's right)
I hit the skins for the hell of it, just for the yell I get
Mm-mm-mm, for the smell of it (smell it)
They want my bod, here's the hot rod (hot rod)
Twelve inches to a yard (damn) and have ya soundin' like a retard (yeah)
Big 'Twan Love-Her, six-two, wanna hit you
So what you wanna do? What you wanna do? Mm, I wanna shoop
Shoop, shoop ba-doop, shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop, ba-doop, ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop, shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop, ba-doop, ba-doop
Shoop, shoop ba-doop, shoop ba-doop (oh, you make me wanna)
Shoop ba-doop, ba-doop, ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop, shoop ba-doop (hey, yeah, I wanna shoop baby)
Shoop ba-doop, ba-doop, ba-doop
Shoop, shoop ba-doop, shoop ba-doop (oh, you make me wanna)
Shoop ba-doop, ba-doop, ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop, shoop ba-doop (hey, yeah, I wanna shoop baby)
Shoop ba-doop, ba-doop, ba-doop
Shoop, shoop ba-doop, shoop ba-doop (oh, you make me wanna)
Shoop ba-doop, ba-doop, ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop, shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop, ba-doop, ba-doop
Writer: Anthony Martin, Cheryl James, Sandra Denton, Otwane Roberts, Ike Turner, Johnathon Marc Blount
Copyright: Lyrics © SPIRIT MUSIC ALPHA, Royalty Network, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © SPIRIT MUSIC ALPHA, Royalty Network, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Neil Sedaka - Calendar Girl
(N.Sedaka/H.Greenfield)
I love, I love, I love my calender girl
Yeah, sweet calender girl
I love, I love, I love my calender girl
Each and every day of the year
(January) You start the year off fine
(February) You're my little valentine
(March) I'm gonna march you down the aisle
(April) You're the Easter Bunny when you smile
Yeah, yeah, my heart's in a whirl
I love, I love, I love my little calender girl
Every day (every day), every day (every day) of the year
(Every day of the year)
(May) Maybe if I ask your dad and mom
(June) They'll let me take you to the Junior Prom
(July) Like a firecracker all aglow
(August) When you're on the beach you steal the show
Yeah, yeah, my heart's in a whirl
I love, I love, I love my little calendar girl
Every day (every day), every day (every day) of the year
(Every day of the year)
(September) Light the candles at your Sweet Sixteen
(October) Romeo and Juliet on Halloween
(November) I'll give thanks that you belong to me
(December) You're the present 'neath my Christmas tree
Yeah, yeah, my heart's in a whirl
I love, I love, I love my little calender girl
Every day (every day), every day (every day) of the year
I love, I love, I love my calender girl
Yeah, sweet calender girl
I love, I love, I love my calender girl
Each and every day of the year
(January) You start the year off fine
(February) You're my little valentine
(March) I'm gonna march you down the aisle
(April) You're the Easter Bunny when you smile
Yeah, yeah, my heart's in a whirl
I love, I love, I love my little calender girl
Every day (every day), every day (every day) of the year
(Every day of the year)
(May) Maybe if I ask your dad and mom
(June) They'll let me take you to the Junior Prom
(July) Like a firecracker all aglow
(August) When you're on the beach you steal the show
Yeah, yeah, my heart's in a whirl
I love, I love, I love my little calendar girl
Every day (every day), every day (every day) of the year
(Every day of the year)
(September) Light the candles at your Sweet Sixteen
(October) Romeo and Juliet on Halloween
(November) I'll give thanks that you belong to me
(December) You're the present 'neath my Christmas tree
Yeah, yeah, my heart's in a whirl
I love, I love, I love my little calender girl
Every day (every day), every day (every day) of the year
Writer: HOWARD GREENFIELD, NEIL SEDAKA
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Teamheadkick - Deadpool Rap
(Deadpool)
(Deadpool)
(Deadpool)
They call me Deadpool, I'm hella fast
Came to merc the bad guys, and get some ass
Got blades for days, got guns galore
Got combo moves, evades and more
With bear traps and hand grenades
Pull the pistol like a maniac right in your face
Poppin' off caps, leave a trail of guts
Sittin' on my chair, scratchin' my nuts
Don't stop when I shoot, full-auto is on
Your ass is grass, and I'm mowin' the lawn
Hot lead to the head, and I won't stop
What yo crew gonna do, when I hack and chop
All these b*tches are primadonas
I stuff my face with Chimichangas
Tacos and beers, always keepin' it loose
Hang on for a minute while I'm droppin' a deuce
(Deadpool)
Sexy motherf*cka (Deadpool)
(Deadpool)
Captain Deadpool (Nah, just Deadpool)
Merc with a mouth, I can't die
One foot in the grave
But I'm still alive
Try to kill me, I'll just revive
Then I'll put another bullet right between your eyes
I'm dangerous, feeling reckless
Squeeze your neck like I was a necklace
Jump clip and leave 'em headless
I like my guns all big like Texas
Hey goons, thugs and bosses
Guess what? I brought Colossus!
Time's up, better count your losses
Kickin' that ass, as my girlfriend watches
Run away, you know that I'll chase
Every bad guy, put them right in their place
Revenge, I'm gonna give you a taste
I'm sexy as hell, but I cover my face
I'm bout to take you all to school with guns and knives
(Deadpool)
Tellin' jokes and breakin' the rules, I came for the tacos
(Deadpool)
Playin' with the ladies and the family jewels to bust a nut
(Deadpool)
'Bout to throw down with all these fools so come and get some
Bring the noise, I'll bring the pain
Ha! Kickin' ass and taking names
Payback time, I'm not playing games
These superpowers, are feeling strange
I move like a freakin' ninja
Hand to hand, you know I'll end ya
Got two swords now I'll avenge ya
I don't care if I offend ya
Listen up, I got something to say
That's right, I run my mouth all day
Step up, take a blood bath
Now you're trying to run, and it's making me laugh
Ha ha ha
Where you're gonna go to?
Tryin' to hide, but you know that I'll find you
Tippy toe, sneakin' up behind you
I'm Deadpool, do I have to remind you?
Regenerate, because it's cool
Wanna fall off a ledge (Deadpool)
The crazy ass guards, all lookin' to duel
So click click BOOM! (Deadpool)
I don't believe in the Golden Rule
I came to get laid (Deadpool)
Note to the ladies: I'm not a tool, I'm a sexy motherf*cka
(Sexy motherf*cka)
(Sexy motherf*cka)
(Sexy motherf*cka)
(Sexy motherf*cka)
(Deadpool)
(Deadpool)
(Deadpool)
Deadpool!
(Deadpool)
(Deadpool)
They call me Deadpool, I'm hella fast
Came to merc the bad guys, and get some ass
Got blades for days, got guns galore
Got combo moves, evades and more
With bear traps and hand grenades
Pull the pistol like a maniac right in your face
Poppin' off caps, leave a trail of guts
Sittin' on my chair, scratchin' my nuts
Don't stop when I shoot, full-auto is on
Your ass is grass, and I'm mowin' the lawn
Hot lead to the head, and I won't stop
What yo crew gonna do, when I hack and chop
All these b*tches are primadonas
I stuff my face with Chimichangas
Tacos and beers, always keepin' it loose
Hang on for a minute while I'm droppin' a deuce
(Deadpool)
Sexy motherf*cka (Deadpool)
(Deadpool)
Captain Deadpool (Nah, just Deadpool)
Merc with a mouth, I can't die
One foot in the grave
But I'm still alive
Try to kill me, I'll just revive
Then I'll put another bullet right between your eyes
I'm dangerous, feeling reckless
Squeeze your neck like I was a necklace
Jump clip and leave 'em headless
I like my guns all big like Texas
Hey goons, thugs and bosses
Guess what? I brought Colossus!
Time's up, better count your losses
Kickin' that ass, as my girlfriend watches
Run away, you know that I'll chase
Every bad guy, put them right in their place
Revenge, I'm gonna give you a taste
I'm sexy as hell, but I cover my face
I'm bout to take you all to school with guns and knives
(Deadpool)
Tellin' jokes and breakin' the rules, I came for the tacos
(Deadpool)
Playin' with the ladies and the family jewels to bust a nut
(Deadpool)
'Bout to throw down with all these fools so come and get some
Bring the noise, I'll bring the pain
Ha! Kickin' ass and taking names
Payback time, I'm not playing games
These superpowers, are feeling strange
I move like a freakin' ninja
Hand to hand, you know I'll end ya
Got two swords now I'll avenge ya
I don't care if I offend ya
Listen up, I got something to say
That's right, I run my mouth all day
Step up, take a blood bath
Now you're trying to run, and it's making me laugh
Ha ha ha
Where you're gonna go to?
Tryin' to hide, but you know that I'll find you
Tippy toe, sneakin' up behind you
I'm Deadpool, do I have to remind you?
Regenerate, because it's cool
Wanna fall off a ledge (Deadpool)
The crazy ass guards, all lookin' to duel
So click click BOOM! (Deadpool)
I don't believe in the Golden Rule
I came to get laid (Deadpool)
Note to the ladies: I'm not a tool, I'm a sexy motherf*cka
(Sexy motherf*cka)
(Sexy motherf*cka)
(Sexy motherf*cka)
(Sexy motherf*cka)
(Deadpool)
(Deadpool)
(Deadpool)
Deadpool!
Writer: TODD ANDREW, MASON HEALEY STORM
Copyright: Lyrics © TUNECORE INC
Copyright: Lyrics © TUNECORE INC
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
George Michael - Careless Whisper
I feel so unsure
As I take your hand and lead you to the dance floor
As the music dies, something in your eyes
Calls to mind a silver screen
And all its sad good-byes
I'm never gonna dance again
Guilty feet have got no rhythm
Though it's easy to pretend
I know you're not a fool
I should've known better than to cheat a friend
And waste the chance that I'd been given
So I'm never gonna dance again
The way I danced with you, oh
Time can never mend
The careless whispers of a good friend
To the heart and mind
Ignorance is kind
There's no comfort in the truth
Pain is all you'll find
I'm never gonna dance again
Guilty feet have got no rhythm
Though it's easy to pretend
I know you're not a fool
I should've known better than to cheat a friend (should've known better, yeah)
And waste the chance that I'd been given
So I'm never gonna dance again
The way I danced with you, oh
Never without your love
Tonight the music seems so loud
I wish that we could lose this crowd
Maybe it's better this way
We'd hurt each other with the things we'd want to say
We could have been so good together
We could have lived this dance forever
But now, who's gonna dance with me?
Please stay
And I'm never gonna dance again
Guilty feet have got no rhythm
Though it's easy to pretend
I know you're not a fool
I should've known better than to cheat a friend
And waste the chance that I'd been given
So I'm never gonna dance again
The way I danced with you, oh
(Now that you're gone) now that you're gone
(Now that you're gone) was what I did so wrong, so wrong
That you had to leave me alone?
As I take your hand and lead you to the dance floor
As the music dies, something in your eyes
Calls to mind a silver screen
And all its sad good-byes
I'm never gonna dance again
Guilty feet have got no rhythm
Though it's easy to pretend
I know you're not a fool
I should've known better than to cheat a friend
And waste the chance that I'd been given
So I'm never gonna dance again
The way I danced with you, oh
Time can never mend
The careless whispers of a good friend
To the heart and mind
Ignorance is kind
There's no comfort in the truth
Pain is all you'll find
I'm never gonna dance again
Guilty feet have got no rhythm
Though it's easy to pretend
I know you're not a fool
I should've known better than to cheat a friend (should've known better, yeah)
And waste the chance that I'd been given
So I'm never gonna dance again
The way I danced with you, oh
Never without your love
Tonight the music seems so loud
I wish that we could lose this crowd
Maybe it's better this way
We'd hurt each other with the things we'd want to say
We could have been so good together
We could have lived this dance forever
But now, who's gonna dance with me?
Please stay
And I'm never gonna dance again
Guilty feet have got no rhythm
Though it's easy to pretend
I know you're not a fool
I should've known better than to cheat a friend
And waste the chance that I'd been given
So I'm never gonna dance again
The way I danced with you, oh
(Now that you're gone) now that you're gone
(Now that you're gone) was what I did so wrong, so wrong
That you had to leave me alone?
Writer: Andrew J. Ridgeley, George Michael
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
The soundtrack for the 2016 American superhero film Deadpool, based on the Marvel Comics character of the same name and distributed by 20th Century Fox, consists of an original score composed by Tom Holkenborg and a series of songs featured in the film.
An album featuring these, named Deadpool: Original Motion Picture Soundtrack, was released on February 12, 2016. It reached number 30 on the US Billboard 200, and topped the soundtrack list from Billboard.
Genre(s):
Film score, hip hop, electronic rock An album featuring these, named Deadpool: Original Motion Picture Soundtrack, was released on February 12, 2016. It reached number 30 on the US Billboard 200, and topped the soundtrack list from Billboard.
Producer(s): Tom Holkenborg
Length: 1:08:12
Released: February 12th, 2016
Year: 2016