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To: Neocon who wrote (310)	1/25/2005 2:20:23 PM
From: sandintoes	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 32190

Sharp Dressed Man ZZ Top Clean shirt, new shoes And I don’t know where I am goin’ to. Silk suit, black tie, I don’t need a reason why. They come runnin’ just as fast as they can Coz every girl crazy ’bout a sharp dressed man. Gold watch, diamond ring, I ain’t missin’ a single thing. And cufflinks, stick pin, When I step out I’m gonna do you in. They come runnin’ just as fast as they can Coz every girl crazy ’bout a sharp dressed man. Top coat, top hat, I don’t worry coz my wallet’s fat. Black shades, white gloves, Lookin’ sharp and lookin’ for love. They come runnin’ just as fast as they can Coz every girl grazy ’bout a sharp dressed man. - billy gibbons, dusty hill & frank beard

To: Neocon who wrote (310)	1/28/2005 4:21:45 AM
From: goldworldnet	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 32190

Sultans of Swing (Dire Straits) You get a shiver in the dark It's raining in the park but meantime South of the river you stop and you hold everything A band is blowing Dixie double four time You feel alright when you hear that music ring You step inside but you don't see too many faces Coming in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down Too much competition too many other places But not too many horns can make that sound Way on downsouth way on downsouth London town You check out Guitar George he knows all the chords Mind he's strictly rhythm he doesn't want to make it cry or sing And an old guitar is all he can afford When he gets up under the lights to play his thing And Harry doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene He's got a daytime job he's doing alright He can play honky tonk just like anything Saving it up for Friday night With the Sultans with the Sultans of Swing And a crowd of young boys they're fooling around in the corner Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles The don't give a damn about any trumpet playing band It ain't what they call rock and roll And the Sultans played Creole And then the man he steps right up to the microphone And says at last just as the time bell rings 'Thank you goodnight now it's time to go home' and he makes it fast with one more thing 'We are the Sultans of Swing' * * *