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Oingo Boingo ep
(1980) IRS Records
Words and music by Danny Elfman, unless noted.



Only A Lad
Violent Love
Ain't This the Life
I'm So Bad





Only A Lad

(see Only A Lad album for these lyrics.)





Violent Love
(originally written and performed by Willie Dixon)

Baby, you look so good,
I knew you would.
Please, don't go away
Darling, say it's okay...

I wanna make violent love
To you by the moon above
I wanna make violent love to you

I wanna kiss every night
To squeeze and hold you tight
I wanna make violent love to you

I don't want seem frantic
I don't want to cramp your style
You're driving me into a panic
You just wanna drive me, drive me,
Drive me, drive me wild





Ain't This the Life

Livin' way up now in a penthouse high
Our steaks are rare and our martini's dry
Folks below they say it ain't fair
Hell with them, I really don't care
Joie de vivre, mon amie
Ain't this the life

Having a party on a big jet plane
I got so drunk that I could feel no pain
Hangin' out in Acapulco,
Drinkin' rum and sniffin' co-co
Pretty senorita look this way
Dancing through the night
Everything's alright
Girlfriend and a wife
Ain't this the life, Ain't this the life
Ain't this the life, baby, baby, baby . . .

Tropical island in the deep blue sea
The natives are friendly and the lobster's free
Sipping cognac like a French king
Plenty of room, I own the whole thing
Joie de vivre, mon amie
Ain't this the life

Think I'll go out now on a shopping spree
Breakfast in New York, dinner in Parie
Hangin' out with Lynn and Suzie
Have a massage and a jacuzzi
Climb into bed and see what's on TV
Dancing through the night
Everything's alright
Girlfriend and a wife . . .
Ain't this the life, Ain't this the life
Ain't this the life, tell me, tell me, tell me . . .





I'm So Bad

Can't seem to find my way
Someone tell me what to say
Where am I going
Where did I come from
I don't know, I don't know

Almost got to paradise
But the smoke always gets
in my eyes
Everything I do is wrong
I'm so bad . . . so bad

Late at night, they're asleep
I'm awake, get the urge
Hit the street, jump a curb
Alleyway, dark and wet
Set the trap, I forget
Who I am. But I know
I'll get you . . I'm so bad

I was born inside a cage
Never knew anything but rage
Although I tried so hard to adjust
Love is something I don't understand
Take what I need and I get what I can
OH . . . I'm so bad

I wake up in the morning so tired
Dreamt that I was walking through fire
The fire didn't hurt me though
We're old friends

Can't seem to find my way
Someone tell me what to say
Everything I do is wrong

Pass the time, lie in bed
Hotel room, T.V. set
Got to move, might be dead
Catch a ride, I'm awake
Join a crowd, hidden blade
Buy a drink, you better pray
I don't get you
I'm so bad . . . so bad



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