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The Best Bands… Ever! Does Exactly What It Says on the Can
Disc 1
01. Little by Little
02. How You Remind Me
03. In My Place
04. It’s Written in the Stars
05. Why Does It Always Rain on Me?
06. You Were Right
07. Bohemian Like You
08. Walkin’ on the Sun
09. Grace
10. Girl All the Bad Guys Want
11. Burn Baby Burn
12. Hate to Say I Told You So
13. Come Back Around
14. You Held the World in Your Arms
15. Plug In Baby
16. Take the Long Road and Walk It
17. Outtathaway
18. Oxygen
19. My Favourite Game
20. Teenage Dirtbag
21. Scooby Snacks
Disc 2
01. Have a Nice Day
02. There Goes the Fear
03. Alcoholic
04. Check the Meaning
05. We Are All Made of Stars
06. Whippin’ Piccadilly
07. Secret Smile
08. National Express
09. Can You Dig It?
10. Lazy
11. Praise You
12. Karma Police
13. Late Night Radio
14. Long Distance
15. Beautiful
16. Space Walk
17. So Easy
18. Days Go By
19. Destiny
20. All I Need
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With her tears because her baby's life has been revoked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