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Fetenhits: Party Rock Classics
Disc 1
01. Along Comes Mary
02. All the Small Things
03. Big in Japan
04. 99 Red Balloons
05. Play Some Rock
06. Pushed Again
07. What's the Frequency, Kenneth?
08. Cats in the Cradle
09. Wild Thang
10. Walkin' on the Sun
11. Lola
12. These Boots
13. Rock On
14. It's Like That
15. Isms
16. Mr. Brown
17. Hobo Humpin' Slobo Babe
18. Blue
19. What It's Like
Disc 2
01. You Get What You Give
02. Elke (live)
03. Twisted (Everyday Hurts)
04. Join Me
05. Selling the Drama
06. Ready to Go
07. Move
08. Fight for Your Right (to Party)
09. Mrs. Robinson
10. Devils Haircut
11. Boys Don't Cry
12. Gimme the Power
13. Do Right
14. Buddy Holly
15. I Love Lake Tahoe
16. Maybe Someday
17. What I Got
18. Cryin'
19. After Dark
It ain't no joke, I'd like to buy the world a toke
And teach the world to sing in perfect harmony
And teach the world to snuff the fires and the liars
Hey, I know it's just a song, but it's spice for the recipe
This is a love attack, I know it went out, but it's back
It's just like any fad, it retracts before impact
And just like fashion it's a passion for the with-it and hip
If you got the goods, they'll come and buy it
Just to stay in the clique

So don't delay, act now, supplies are running out
Allow if you're still alive, six to eight years to arrive
And if you follow there may be a tomorrow
But if the offer's shunned
You might as well be walking on the Sun

Twenty-five years ago, they spoke out and they broke out
Of recession and oppression and together they toked
And they folked out with guitars around a bonfire
Just singin' and clappin', man, what the hell happened?
Then some were spellbound, some were hellbound
Some, they fell down and some got back up
And fought back against the meltdown
And their kids were hippie chicks, all hypocrites
Because fashion is smashing the true meaning of it

So don't delay, act now, supplies are running out
Allow if you're still alive, six to eight years to arrive
And if you follow, there may be a tomorrow
But if the offer's shunned
You might as well be walking on the sun

It ain't no joke when a mama's handkerchief is soaked
With her tears because her baby's life has been revoked
The bond is broke up, so choke up and focus on the close up
Mr. Wizard can't perform no god-like hocus-pocus
So don't sit back, kick back and watch the world get bushwhacked
News at ten, your neighborhood is under attack
Put away the crack before the crack puts you away
You need to be there when your baby's old enough to relate

So don't delay, act now, supplies are running out
Allow if you're still alive, six to eight years to arrive
And if you follow, there may be a tomorrow
But if the offer's shunned
You might as well be walking on the sun

You might as well be walking on the sun
You might as well be walking on the sun
You might as well be walking on the sun
You might as well be walking on the sun