Blondie Shake Down Lyrics

Shake Down Lyrics

I used to get sick with solitude



I was always better in the
multitude



But now I like it up here all alone in my ivory tower



Hi-ho at the end of my rope



I watch it all through a
telescope



I think I'd have a better chance to see the pope





I get so bored with his shtick and his mini-minute dick

And all his high and mighty shit, I'm a witch

Well, well, well a wish
wanna throw it in a ditch





I'm concentrating on the big
laugh



You just acting like that damn old Riff-Raff



Shakedown baby



I don't want to have to see



What
you got hiding in your body cavity



I'm so sick of your Jersey
rap



Your slab rat white as a tic-tac



Why don't you
take a dirt nap



You make me laugh and I know who I'm laughing
at



Big Jersey hoo-haa



Like your style, like your
freedom of speech



Like your dirty thoughts, like your Cream of
Wheat





Tuesday is out



Never may be great, level
down and read 'em

From the Garden State, this is a Jersey plate



Saturdayin' pretty driving in the city





Your act is a
contortion

Your boom is a distortion



The perfume and
pretension



Your hair in invention



Ha,Ha,Ha the hive
is humming



I thought I heard it all



But there's still
more coming





Put it in, put it in, put it in, why don't you
put it in

You said your name was what





What kind of a
name is that

Shooting past me on the turnpike



Should have
told you to take a hike



But there was something



I
don't know what



That I guess I kind of like, that nasty
attitude



Mediterranean lastitude



I guess you did give
me a rush



Yeah you gave me a thrill





Felt so hot
and flushed

I even had to take a pill

And your pattern yeah your
method yeah





The way you deliver long and slow



The way you get your percussion going



Going strong, and it's my
turn to be blowing



Yeah singing my song



You think you
know me

Think again





Who's your friend

Who put
this freak flag in the mail





Why you sending me this pig
tail



You back in Jail



I got your post card saying



How it is in that pen your in



Signed don't forget me,
lot's of love from adrenaline



Give it a rest, give it a rest



You got one dimension pure pretension

Cross the river start to
shiver





Over to the big smoke, and it's no joke



I told you one more word from you

About Jersey and your dead





Let me lick that uh uh



Can I kiss that, no



Let me kiss that



Let me lick that come on



Let me
lick that



Uh huh it might be too sweet



It won't be
too sweet