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Yardbirds - "Mister You're a Better Man Than I", "Little Games", "Shapes of Things", "NYC Blues"

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Yardbirds - "Mister You're a Better Man Than I", "Little Games", "Shapes of Things", "NYC Blues"

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Yardbirds - "Mister You're a Better Man Than I", "Little Games", "Shapes of Things", "NYC Blues" "Mister, You're a Better Man Than I" lyrics: Can you judge a man By the way he wears his hair? Can you read his mind By the clothes that he wears? Can you see a bad man By the pattern on his tie? Well then, Mr. you're a better man than I Yeah, Mr. you're a better man than I Oh, Mr. you're a better man than I Yeah, Mr. you're a better man than I Could you tell a wise man By the way he speaks or spells? Is this more important Than the stories that he tells? And call a man a fool If for wealth he doesn't strive? Well then, Mr. you're a better man than I Yeah, Mr. you're a better man than I Oh, Mr. you're a better man than I Yeah, Mr. you're a better man than I Can you condemn a man If you're faith he doesn't hold? Say the color of his skin Is the color of his soul? Could you say that men For king and country all must die? Well, Mr, you're a better man than I Yeah, Mr, you're a better man than I Oh, Mr. you're a better man than I Yeah, Mr, you're a better man than I Songwriters: brothers Mike and Brian Hugg. "Little Games" lyrics: Little games are for little boys I'm growin' up and changin' all my toys Aeroplanes, motor cars, goldfish, and old jam jars I just don't play these games no more Little games are for little boys Lovin' games are for bigger boys Parties in Chelsea flats mixin' with kinky cats Are games I wanna play some more Ooh what they're doin' to me Darlin' it's so plain to see My temeprature's risin' but that's not surprisin' When you do what you do to me Little games are for little boys I've found out there are other joys Margaret, Josephine, Susie and Katherine They help me in my little games Ooh, what they're doing to me Darling it's so plain to see My temperature's rising but that's not surprising When you do what you do to me Little games are for little boys I found out there are other joys Margaret, Josephine, Susie and Catherine They help me in my little games My, my, my, my, my, my, my Play my little games My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my Say I need you, I need you Songwriters: Harold Spiro / Phil Wainman Little Games lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC "Shapes of Things" lyrics: Shapes of things before my eyes Just teach me to despise Will time make men more wise? Here within my lonely frame My eyes just heard my brain But will it seem the same? Come tomorrow, will I be older? Come tomorrow, may be a soldier Come tomorrow, may I be bolder than today? Now the trees are almost green But will they still be seen When time and tide have been? Fallin' into your passing hands Please don't destroy these lands Don't make them desert sands Come tomorrow, will I be older? Come tomorrow, may be a soldier Come tomorrow, may I be bolder than today? Soon I hope that I will find Thoughts deep within my mind That won't displace my kind Songwriters: Paul Samwell-Smith / Jim McCarty / Keith Relf Shapes of Things lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC "NYC Blues" lyrics: If you've ever been to New York City, You know what I'm talking about, Yes you do. Well, if you've ever been to New York City, You know what I'm talking about, They got such pretty little girls in that big town, Make a man want to jump around and shout. I met a little girl there, She was about five foot eight. I said "I want you to love me." She said "Why man, that'd be great." So, I got long hair but, She took me back, Back to see her pad, But the first thing I saw when I arrived there, Was a big black shiny shotgun, In the hands of her dad. Alright now, this is how it was, Oh no! Well alright! I finally learned my lesson, Such a long time ago, Next little woman that I date, I've got to know, I've got to know her family too. Yes indeed, I gotta know her family too. But if you don't want to be filled full of shotgun holes, Mister, this song is just for you. Songwriters: Chris Dreja / Keith Relf New York City Blues lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC http://www.theyardbirds.com