Lyrics

Nobody From Nowhere

I'm nobody from nowhere
You'd have ever heard of anyway
Ain't no city way down there
You could have heard a pin drop
Any time of day.

But I'm not sorry
I'm not sad
Tho it might take a whole day
Just to drive down there and visit
Not to worry
Not too bad
Nothin much to do
But that ain't such a hardship really is it?
When you're waiting for a car to drive by
Just so you can wave "Hello" "Hello" "Hello"
Staring at a starry night sky
Dreaming up some place to go, to go, to go

'til that day comes
I'll be here
alone without a care
Nobody, nobody from nowhere.

I'm nobody from nowhere
You'd have ever heard of anyhow
Ain't no reason
You should care
There's a P. O. box and a 4-way stop
farms and fields and cows
We're just waiting for a car to drive by
Just so you can wave hello hello hello hello
Staring at a starry night sky
Dreaming up some place to go, to go, to go, to go

'til that day comes
I'll be there
alone without a care
Nobody, nobody from nowhere.

Ahh, we're Waiting for a car to drive by
Just so I can wave hello... hello... hello... hello.
Staring at a starry night sky
Dreaming of some place to go to go to go
'til that day comes
I'll be there
alone without a care
Nobody, nobody from nowhere
Nobody, nobody from nowhere

Wings

I've been up around the stratosphere
At thirty-one thousand feet
I'm gonna fly on out of here
On wings that you can't see
If you're gonna fly high without fear
You're gonna have to learn to love the atmosphere
And you gotta learn to use those wings
You can't see.

I've been treading on the mountains of the moon
on a weekend wind
I've been lookin out for life on Mars
Ground control to Major Jim.
All these things could be yours too
If you just take another point of view
Everybody's got a pair of wings
They can't see.

I've got wings ... that you can't see
I have wheels on my feet
Way up high
I feel free
On these wings you can't see.

I don't need no runway
I've got fuel here in my bong
I can buzz the treetop flyer
Level all day long
Now I'm looking down on tiny cars
Tiny swimmers in the water and tiny beach bars
And all because of these wings
You can't see

I've got wings ... that you can't see
I have wheels on my feet
Way up high
I feel free
On these wings you can't see.

And maybe if you open up your mind
You might learn some things.
God only knows what you might find
Floatin' on those wings.
You can try to fly away from all your problems
I'm here to say that ain't the way to solve them
I can only help you with your wings you can't see

We have wings ... that we can't see
We have wheels on our feet
Way up high
We'll be free
On these wings we can't see.

You have wings
Look and see
Silver wings
Like Merle and me
Come on up
To cloud 9-B
Come on take a little taste of freedom
High up in the cloud-lined kingdom
Take a little trip on wings
That you can't see

Big Top

Just like Santa, I come around once a year
Time to break out all of your party gear
There'll be a jump up out on the lawn
Just look for those fins
Singin' along with your favorites once again.

Walkin' this tumultuous tight rope ain't no sweat
Nowhere else I'd rather be, you can bet
Workin without a net might seem severe
But if I fall I know it will appear.

And it's a big time under the big top
There's nothin' wrong with that
Rhumba-ing in my flipfops
I'm an assessory in front of the pack
Come on baby, let's rock
The circus has come to town
It's a big time under the big top
Don't you just love the sound.

Fortune tellers full of gossip and news
The tattoo man is wearing his points of view
Under the big top's where we all belong
Just a good vibe crowd happen to sing along

And it's a big time under the big top
Ain't nothing wrong with that
Dancing the part in my flipfops
Watching this three ring act
Come on baby, let's rock
The circus has come to town
It's a big time under the big top
Don't you love to move around?

Just like Santa I come around once a year
HO HO HO
Time to break out all of your party gear
There'll be a jump up out on the lawn
Just look for those fins
Left right left
Singing along with your favorites once again.

And it's a big time under the big top
Ain't noting wrong with that
Rhumba-ing in my flipflops
Watching this three-ring act
Come on baby, let's rock
The circus has come to town
It's a big time under the big top
Don't you just love the sound?
Love the sound
Move around

Da da da da da
Da da da da da

Beautiful Swimmers

Marilyn Monroe did a night shoot in a pool
Posing naked for a Playboy spread,
She was old, but she still was cool
When they wrapped right after midnight
and the crew went to the bar
Norma Jean just did the backstroke
Like she was reachin' for a falling star.

Beautiful swimmers
Know how to move
Slidin' 'cross the water like a steel guitar
Beautiful swimmers, stay in the groove
Riding constant currents, near and far.

Standing in a tidal pool just East of Baltimore Watching little blue crabs
Navigate the Eastern Shore
Every bayou, stream, and river
In time runs to the sea
Every tadpole,flounder,and softshell
Feels the choreography.

Beautiful swimmers
They know how to move
Sneakin' past the draggers and the oyster bars
Beautiful swimmers just feel the groove
Painting liquid brush strokes like Renoir.

I miss my dorsal fin
I can't explain
I'm a big fish out of water
Dwelling on the coastal plain.

Now if I was as rich as the Aga Khan
I'd tell you what I would do
Buy every man, woman and child on this planet
A mask and a snorkel too
Then I'd lead that wild migration
Destination Waimea Bay
Then we'd splash our way around the world
Life is just a water ballet

Come on you
Beautiful swimmers
You know how to move
Let's glide across the water like a steel guitar
Beautiful swimmers
Stay in the groove
Catching constant currents near and far.

Turn Up The Heat And Chill The Rosé

Up around the pole,
Where the penquin patrol
And the scientific gang
Need a cozy place to hang
There's a party in the makin'
And the igloos are a shakin'
At the top of the world today.

Six months of dark's a bummer
So they invent a little summer
It doesn't take much
Just a decorator's touch
In a tropical state of mind
And of course you add some wine
And that's when it's time to play.

So turn up the heat
And chill the rose
Take off your UGGS
And let your metatarsals play
Eventhough the South of France
Is 10,000 miles away
You can turn up the heat
And chill the rosé.

Yeah yeah hey
Yeah yeah hey
yeah yeah yeah

The grapes out on the ocean
Gonna feel some kind of motion
You don't want that pink wine bruisin'
When that juice boat starts cruisin'
You need some imagination
To deal with temperature fluctuation
Nobody wants to get burned.

I don't wanna be the last
And I'm surely not the first
But out in the Sahara
A man could die of thirst
So before I left for Africa
I planned for that mistaica
took rose from Porquerolles'
And coffee from Jamaica

So Turn up the heat
Chill the rose
Stretch out on the beach
And let your metatarsals play
Eventhough Le Select
Is 10,000 miles away
You'll survive the desert heat
If you chill the rosé.

No matter if your North
Or South of the Equator
You can pour it over ice
Or right from the 'frigerator
It's a message in a bottle
A tool to be cool
Cool cool cool...
Cool cool...

Now you know that outerspace
Is a very frigid place
There's nothing to sustain us
On the way out past Uranus
IF we're gonna ride these rockets
We need protein in our pockets
And a little wine for the ride.

So if you're looking for adventure
Don't forget about thirst quenchers
Life can be a banana split
It can also turn to shit
And if you're out of tweeter range
And the landscape's gettin' strange
Here's my advice to you...

Turn up the heat
and chill the rose
Take off your UGGS
And let your metatarsals play
Eventhough La Bete Nazelles???
Is 10,000 miles away
You'll survice the summer heat
If you chill the rosé

yeah Yeah hey
yeah yeah yeah
yeah hey hey

So turn up the heat
And Chill the rose
Stretch out on the beach
And let your metatarsals play
Eventhough the ocean's closin
And there's mountains of sorbet??
We'll survive this global warmin'
If we chill the rose

yeah hey hey
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Rosé!!

We Learned To Be Cool From You

Friend, friend? we're at it again
Blastin off for Timbuktu
I said it before, I say it again
We learned to be cool from you

Hey lady, in the Mermaid Cafe
Bathed in a spotlight of blue
Singing those Sarah Vaughan songs until dawn
We learned to be cool from you.

Maybe I can parle a little Francais
Maybe I can even write a whole page a day
Do a crossword puzzle in a minute or two
But I learned to be cool from you.

Hey Mr Mustache, look what we've done
lived longer than we thought we could do
Through all of the games and all of our fame
We learned to stay cool from you
Hey there, Leonard and Willie on the stage
Still singing your songs pure and true
Who would have thought that time could be bought
We learned to stay cool from you

Maybe I can parle a little Francais
Maybe I can even write a whole page a day
Do a crossword puzzle in a minute or two
But I learned to be cool from you.

You said it's more about music and less about fame
You taught us it's ok to play without shame
It's more about life than the right thing to do
Hang on to the hullabaloo.

Hey Captain Walter, starin' for the stars
Always knowing that your vision was true
It was your sign-off note that kept us afloat
We learned to be cool from you.

Maybe I can parle beaucoup Francais
Maybe I can still write a whole page a day
Do a crossword puzzle in a second or two
But I learned to be cool from you.
I learned to be cool from you.

A Lot To Drink About

Hey, have you noticed that the world has changed
That world is all bad
I think it's time for a song about that.

Up on the East side of Manhattan,
They're still dancing with the stars.
While over in sub prime city,
It's getting ugly in the local bars
Watching the news only gives me the blues
There's too much going wrong.
It takes the likes of me to hit the reboot key
and write a high speed drinking song.

Millionaires losin' everything.
Hey, welcome to the other side of life!
There goes the yacht, there goes the Rolls,
But, you get to keep your wife!
And don't forget the automakers
swimming up stream like a trout.
They let the shit the fan
and then they made a plan
We've got a- a lot to drink about.

It's the price of oil,
the war of the spoils.
Where's your bucket for the big bailout?
Iraq, Iran, Afghanistan,
We've got a lot to drink about.

Now, Madoff made off with all the money.
And his clients are down to skunk weed.
Repeat after me, it's so easy to see
We're only talking simple greed.
And those Somalian pirates are counting all their gold.
While Bush and Cheney ain't around
and all the good lookers seem to be Russian hookers
from Key West to London town.

It's the price of oil,
war of the spoils.
Here's your bucket for the big bailout?
Iraq, Iran, Afghanistan,
We've got a lot to drink about.

So pour me some Tennessee whiskey,
pour me a fine Jamaican rum.
That loud mouth soup
can get ya kind of looped
Tequila, of course I'll have some!

Well the family devalues
and little children count their net worth
and the truth wherever it's hiding,
can't be found on Google Earth.
Citibank's buying jets with our money.
I wanna flog ‘em with a buggy whip.
Let's hope Barack and Joe won't let the volcano blow
and patch the hole in our sinking ship.

There's the price of oil,
the war of the spoils.
Here's your bucket for the big bailout?
Iraq, Iran, Afghanistan,
We've got a lot to drink about.

Recession, Opression, Depression good God
CNN keeps bummin' me out.
I can't take another doomsday minute.
Got a lot to drink, a lot to think,
a lot to drink about.

God bless America.

Bama Breeze

AT THE BAMA BREEZE
YOU CAN DRINK SOME BEER DOWN HERE
ARGUE, LAUGH, AND CHEER DOWN THERE
PASS ANOTHER YEAR DOWN THERE

JIMMY GOT CAUGHT SMOKIN' A JOINT OUT BEHIND THE BAR
SITTIN' IN HIS CAR AND THEY TOOK HIM TO JAIL
TIP JAR PAID HIS BAIL
1984 MICK JAGGER PASSED THROUGH TOWN
BOUGHT THE HOUSE A ROUND AND SIGNED HIS NAME ON THE WALL
IN THE LADIES BATHROOM STALL

AT THE BAMA BREEZE
I TURNED 21 DOWN THERE
HAD TOO MUCH FUN DOWN THERE
STUMBLED OUT WITH THE SUN DOWN THERE

SATURDAY NIGHTS THE BOUNCER GRADY
LETS THE LADIES IN FREE WITH A FAKE ID
AND A SHORT ENOUGH SKIRT, HE FIGURES WHAT'LL IT HURT
SECOND SET THE OWNER LULU GETS UP WITH THE BAND
A BEER IN HIS HANDAND SINGS FREE BIRD SLOW
THEN SHE RAISES A TOAST, HERE'S TO RONNIE AND THE BOYS
NOW EVERYBODY MAKE SOME NOISE

AT THE BAMA BREEZE
YOU'RE ONE OF OUR OWN DOWN THERE
YOU'LL NEVER DRINK ALONE DOWN THERE
GOOD GOD I FEEL AT HOME DOWN THERE

AT THE BAMA BREEZE
YOU'RE ONE OF OUR OWN DOWN THERE
YOU'LL NEVER DRINK ALONE DOWN THERE
GOOD GOD I FEEL AT HOME DOWN THERE

© 2006 Sony/ATV Tues LLC, Big Purple Dog Music (ASCAP) & Create Real Music (ASCAP)
& Scrambler Music (ASCAP), a Division of Carnival Music Group. All rights on behalf of Sony/ATV Tunes LLC and Big Purple Dog Music admin by Sony/ATV Music Publishing. All rights reserved. Used by permission.

Party At The End Of The World

When you feel like a written off actor on Deadwood
About to get fed to the pigs
When that preacher's bus from hell blasting just cow bell
Parks itself in front of your digs

There's a place you can go, called Tierra Del Fuego
Down in the Southern Hemisphere
It's kind of Troy without Helen, past the straits of Magellan
And things are always lookin' up down here

1st Chorus
There's a party at the end of the world
Where the locals do that tango twirl
Forget the Temples in Nepal
Cancel the fete in Montreal
There's a party at the end of the world

2nd Verse

Well it seems like I've run out of reasons to be here
So I'm just gonna steal from myself
If your attitude's appalling, there's a latitude that's calling
Get yourself past that continental shelf

Now the band that we hired is playing quite inspired
Singing eskimos and eunuchs from Bangkok
And the location's so nice, we'll never run out of ice
'Cause Antartica is just around the block

2nd Chorus
There's a party at the end of the world-end of the world
Where the the locals do that tango twirl-tango twirl
Now don't make that big mistaica
And wind up with Miss Jamaica
There's a party at the end of the world

Bridge :
Flying machines, yellow sub-a-marines
French girls in cowboy decour- - D'accord -
RSVP isn't needed you see
And they all just be screaming for more-AMOUR

Instrumental

3rd Verse
In case you haven't heard things are getting quite absurd
Nothing really shocks us that's for sure
Roadside bombers and tsunamis Oh God how I miss those Commies
No-one seems to play fair anymore

But I've spoken to the yogies and had some meetings with my roadies
Who tell that arrangements are complete
Just below the roaring forties I am going to fly some sorties
You'd best arrange that cherished window seat

3rd Chorus
To the party at the end of the world
Where the locals do the tango twirl
I don't care about - the Rapture -
When there's native girls to capture
There's a party at the end of the world

Who cares if there's no - playa -
We'll still be rockin in Ushuaia
At the party at the end
You surely must attend
The party at the end of the world

© 2006 Coral Reefer Music (BMI) & Little Flock Music (BMI) & Alsation Music (BMI) admin by Bug Music & Will Kimbrough Music (BMI) admin by Bluewater Music Inc.

Everybody's On The Phone

MESSAGE IN A BOTTLE, RHYTHM OF A DRUM
SMOKE SIGNALS AND TELEGRAPHS
MADE THE AIRWAYS HUM
BUT THAT'S ALL ANCIENT HISTORY
LIKE BONGS AND LINCOLN LOGS
NO WE'RE LIVING LIKE THE JETSONS
IN A WACKY WIRELESS FOG
TALKIN' SQUAWKIN' HAWKIN'
WHO KNOWS IF ANYBODY'S GETTING' THROUGH

TOASTERS TALK TO CRACKBERRIES
BOSTON TO BOMBAY
TEENAGE SCHEMES ARE MA BELLS DREAMS
AS THE MINUTES TICK AWAY

WE ACT LIKE CRAZY PEOPLE
TALKING TO OURSELVES
CRASHING CARS FOR CONVERSATION
BUT THAT SHIT FLIES OFF THE SHELVES
THE INFORMATION SUPERHIGHWAY'S
CRAWLING LIKE AN LA TRAFFIC JAM

CHORUS
EVERYBODY'S ON THE PHONE
SO CONNECTED AND ALL ALONE
FROM THE PIZZA BOY TO SOCIALITE
WE ALL SALUTE THE SATELLITE
WON'T YOU TEXT ME WITH THE MASTER PLAN
YOU'RE LOUD AND CLEAR BUT I DON'T UNDERSTAND
I'M A DIGITAL EXPLORER IN ANALOG ROAM
EVERYBODY'S ON THE PHONE

DO YOU REMEMBER DIALING UP
YES, I REMEMBER WELL
NOW I CAN'T GO ANYWHERE
WITHOUT THAT SACRED CELL

I THINK THAT I MIGHT DIE IF I MISS ANYTHING AT ALL
TEXT ME, SEND ME EMAIL, LINK ME UP GIVE ME A CALL
I'M A.D.D. ON AOL AND TRYING TO READ THE WRITING
ON THE WALL

CHORUS

EVERYBODY'S ON THE PHONE
SO CONNECTED AND ALL ALONE
FROM THE PIZZA BOY TO SOCIALITE
WE ALL SALUTE THE SATELLITE
WON'T YOU TEXT ME WITH THE MASTER PLAN
YOU'RE LOUD AND CLEAR BUT I DON'T UNDERSTAND
I'M A DIGITAL EXPLORER IN ANALOG ROAM
EVERYBODY'S ON THE PHONE

INSTRUMENTAL

NOW I'M A REAL JUNGLE JUMPER,
I'M A MEGAHERTZ MAN
I SWING FROM TREE TO TREE
ON THE VERY LATEST PLAN
ON THE DOWNLOAD
IN THE DROPOUT ZONES
IN EVERY MAJOR CITY CROSS THE LAND
I GOT BOB MARLEY ON MY RINGTONE
GET UP STAND UP
REACH OUT TOUCH SOMEBODY, MAN

CHORUS

EVERYBODY'S ON THE PHONE
SO CONNECTED AND ALL ALONE
FROM THE PIZZA BOY TO SOCIALITE
WE ALL SALUTE THE SATELLITE
WON'T YOU TEXT ME WITH THE MASTER PLAN
YOU'RE LOUD AND CLEAR BUT I DON'T UNDERSTAND
I'M A DIGITAL EXPLORER IN ANALOG ROAM
EVERYBODY'S ON THE PHONE

I'M A DIGITAL EXPLORER IN AN ANALOG FOAM
EVERYBODY'S ON THE PHONE

© 2006 Coral Reefer Music (BMI) & Little Flock Music (BMI) & Alsation Music (BMI) admin by Bug Music & Will Kimbrough Music (BMI) admin by Bluewater Music Inc.

Cinco De Mayo In Memphis

Meanwhile down on Beale Street
Drinkin' in a Beale Street Bar
There's a fog rollin' off the Mississippi
Has anybody seen Arkansas

The deckhands from the towboats
Came ashore wearin' Mexican shoes
Headed straight for Graceland
It was the first thing they wanted to do

Chorus
Cinco De Mayo in Memphis
Mariachis singin' the blues
Soul sisters huggin' senoritas
All sportin' blue suede shoes

Pork pie hats and sombreros
Hangin' on a downtown street
Swingin' pool cues at piñatas
Don't that river smell sweet

They all came to get'em some Memphis
A little somethin' for their soul
Lowriders lined up with limousines hey
They all came to rock-and-roll

Cinco De Mayo in Memphis
Mariachis singin' the blues
Southern Belles and senoritas
All sportin' blue suede shoes

Cinco De Mayo in Memphis
Mariachis singin' the blues
Soul sisters huggin' senoritas
All sportin' blue suede shoes

© 2006 EMI April Music Inc. & Pagan Idol Music (BMI) Admin by Bug Music. All Rights Reserved. International copyright secured. Used by permission.

Reggabilly Hill

I DON'T KNOW IF I WAS DREAMIN'
I DON'T KNOW IF IT WAS REAL
EVERYTHING WAS MOVIN'
YET EVERYTHING WAS STILL

PEOPLE CAME FROM EVERYWHERE
AND NOONE FELT A CHILL
THEY LINGERED IN THE VALLEY
DOWN BY REGGABILLY HILL

THEY CAME ACROSS THE WATER
THEY CAME ACROSS THE SAND
EVERYONE WAS SINGING
OH YOU SHOULD HAVE HEARD THE BAND
SONG OF ADORATION OF THE EVERLASTING WILL
GATHERED THEM TOGETHER THERE ON REGGABILLY HILL

CHORUS

OCEAN DEEP MOUNTAIN HIGH
AND THE RIVER OF BLOOD FLOWED DOWN
POURIN' OUT FROM A WOUND THAT WOULD NOT HEAL
ALWAYS AND FOREVER WE'LL REMEMBER HOW IT FEELS

WELL THE ONES WHO HAD IT ALL
AND THE ONES WHO MADE A NAME
WALKIN' SIDE BY SIDE WITH THE NAKED AND THE LAME
HUNGRY LITTLE CHILDREN ATE UNTIL THEY HAD THEIR FILL
THEN THEY TUMBLED IN THE CLOVER DOWN BY REGGABILLY HILL

OCEAN DEEP MOUNTAIN HIGH
AND THE RIVER OF BLOOD FLOWED DOWN
POURIN' OUT FROM A WOUND THAT WOULD NOT HEAL
ALWAYS AND FOREVER WE'LL REMEMBER HOW IT FEELS

ON THE TOP OF THE HILL THEY WERE DANCIN' THROUGH A FIRE
WHIRL AWAY THEIR SORROW AS THEY MOVE A LITTLE HIGHER
SLOWLY MAKIN' CIRCLES THROUGH THE PURPLE SKY UNTIL
YOU COULD BARELY SEE THEM WAVING DOWN ON REGGABILLY HILL

OCEAN DEEP MOUNTAIN HIGH
AND THE RIVER OF BLOOD FLOWED DOWN
POURIN' OUT FROM A WOUND THAT WOULD NOT HEAL
ALWAYS AND FOREVER WE'LL REMEMBER HOW IT FEELS

ALWAYS AND FOREVER

Hula Girl At Heart

She owns a window to the ocean
She has a pipeline to the sky
But earthly creatures rarely notice
When Guardian Angels pass them by

Like a gecko behind a painting
With hidden wisdom to impart
In a world that needs more dancing
She's a hula girl at heart
Photographs show she is lovely
Her bare feet are a work of art
Her fragrance speaks of frangipani
Yes she's still a hula girl at heart

With her pad and watercolors
Drawing fish and butterflies
Children always seem to conjure
Images they recognize
In the land beside the ocean
Where romantics seem to dwell
Destiny can set in motion
Ripples that turn into swells
She knows how to face the music
She knows where the magic starts
In a world that needs more dancing
She's still a hula girl at heart

Songs sing slow
Days zoom by
Time can't keep her
Nor can I

She has worn a wealth of costumes
Hula skirt to wedding gown
Lived in cities walked through jungles
Always sees the sun go down

In this age of teeming tourists
Fellow travelers know her well
The darling of deserted beaches
Hides her wisdom in a shell
Her sensual and easy motion
Seems impossible to chart
In a world that needs more dancing
She's still a hula girl at heart

© 2006 Coral Reefer Music (BMI) & Little Flock Music (BMI) &
Alsation Music (BMI), admin by Bug Music & Will Kimbrough Music (BMI) admin by Bluewater Music Inc.

Wheel Inside The Wheel

The parade of souls is marching across the sky
Their heat and their light bathed in blue as they march by
The All Stars play "When the Saints Go Marching In"
A second line forms and they wave white hankies in the wind

Satchmo takes a solo, and he flashes his million dollar smile
Marie Laveau promenades with Oscar Wilde
Big Funky Stella twirls her little red umbrella to the beat
As the soul parade winds its way down Eternity Street

Souls ain't born, souls don't die
Soul ain't made of earth, ain't made of water, ain't made of sky
So, ride the flaming circle, wind the golden reel
And roll on, brother, in the wheel inside the wheel

Mardi Gras Indians chant in the streets at sundown
Spyboy meets Spyboy, and Big Chief meets Big Chief uptown
They circle and sway in their rainbow colored feathers and beads
They prance like peacocks, children of slavery freed

Souls ain't born, souls don't die
Soul ain't made of earth, ain't made of water, ain't made of sky
Ride the flaming circle, wind the golden reel
Roll on, brother, in the wheel inside the wheel

The Krewe of the Crossbones parades into the midnight sun
They march through the fire and come out beating homemade drums
While the French Quarter Queens in their high-heeled drag disguise
Sing "Over the Rainbow" 'til Judy Garland quivers and sighs

Souls ain't born, souls don't die
Soul ain't made of earth, ain't made of water, ain't made of sky
Ride the flaming circle, wind the golden reel
And roll on, brother, in the wheel inside the wheel

Flambeau dancers light the walkway to Jean Pierre's
There's a party tonight and all the girls are gonna be there
Sipping wormwood concoctions, drinking absinthe and talking trash
It's a red carpet, black tie, all night, celestial bash

Souls ain't born, souls don't die
Soul ain't made of earth, ain't made of water, ain't made of sky
Ride the flaming circle, wind the golden reel
And roll on, brother, in the wheel inside the wheel
I said roll on, brother, in the wheel inside the wheel
Yeah, roll on, brother, in the wheel inside the wheel

© 2005 Mary Gauthier Songs admin by Melanie Howard Music, Inc. (ASCAP). Used by permission. International Copyright secured. All rights reserved.

Breathe In, Breathe Out, Move On

I bought a cheap watch from the crazy man
Floating down Canal
It doesn't use numbers or moving hands
It always just says now
Now you may be thinking that I was had
But this watch is never wrong
And if I have trouble the warranty said
Breathe in breathe out move on

And it rained
It was nothing really new
And it blew
We've seen all that before
And it poured
The earth began to strain
Pontchartrain
Leaking through the door
Tides at war

If a hurricane doesn't leave you dead
It will make you strong
Don't try to explain just nod your head
Breathe in breathe out move on

And it rained
It was nothing really new
And it blew
We've seen all that before
And it poured
The earth began to strain
Ponchartrain
Buried the Ninth Ward
To the second floor

According to my watch the time is now
The past is dead and gone
Don't try to shake it just nod your head
Breathe in breathe out move on
Don't try to explain it just bow your head
Breathe in breathe out move on

© 2005 Coral Reefer Music (BMI) & Vernon Dubusque Music (BMI)

Hey Good Lookin'

Hey, hey, good lookin',
Whatcha got cookin'?
How's about cookin' somethin' up with me?
Hey, hey, sweet baby,
Don't you think maybe
We could find us a brand new recipe?

I got a hot-rod Ford and a two-dollar bill
And I know a spot right over the hill.
There's soda pop and the dancin's free,
If you wanna have fun come along with me.
Hey, good lookin',
Whatcha got cookin'?
How's about cookin' somethin' up with me?

I'm free and I'm ready,
Maybe we can go steady.
How's about savin' all your time for me?
No more lookin',
I know I've been tookin'.
How's about keepin' steady company?

Well I'm gonna throw my date-book over the fence
find me one for five or ten cents.
I'll keep it 'til it's covered with age
'Cause I'm writin' your name down on every page.
Hey, hey, good lookin',
Whatcha got cookin'?
How's about cookin' somethin' up with me?
How's about cookin' somethin' up with me?
How's about cookin' somethin' up with me?

© 1951 Sony/ATV Songs LLC and Hiriam Music. All rights obo Sony/ATV Songs LLC adm by Sony/ATV Music Publishing.

Trip Around The Sun (with Martina McBride)

Here I'm singin' happy birthday
Better think about the about the wish I make
This year gone by ain't been a piece of cake
Everyday's a revolution
Pull it together and it comes undone
Just one more candle and a trip around the sun

CHORUS

I'm just hangin' on while this old world keeps spinning
And it's good to know it's out of my control
If there's one thing that I've learned from all this livin'
Is that it wouldn't change a thing if I let go

No you never see it comin'
Always wind up wonderin' where it went
Only time will tell if it was time well spent
It's another revelation
Celebrating what I should have done
With these souvenirs of my trip around the sun

CHORUS

I'm just hangin' on while this old world keeps spinning
And it's good to know it's out of my control
If there's one thing that I've learned from all this livin'
Is that it wouldn't change a thing if I let go

INSTRUMENTAL

Yes I'll make a resolution
That I'll never make another one
Just enjoy this ride on my trip around the sun
Just enjoy this ride

INSTRUMENTAL

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Playin' The Loser Again (with Bill Withers)

Don't break my heart again
Let it end
You don't love me
Don't make me start again
This achin' in my heart

Don't make me hope again
Knowin' when you've grown tired of me
That you'll just disappear
And leave me waiting here
Playin' the loser again

Don't give me hope, then take it away
'Cause I'll show my weakness and beg you to stay
Don't give me something to build all around
Then just for a thrill, you tear it all down

Don't make me dream again
It's a sin to make love to me
And then just disappear
And leave me waiting here
Playin' the loser again

Don't give me hope, then take it away
'Cause I'll show my weakness and beg you to stay
Don't give me something to build all around
Then just for a thrill, you tear it all down

Don't make me hope again
Knowin' when you've grown tired of me
That you'll just disappear
And leave me waiting here
Playin' the loser again

© 2004 Bleunig Music (ASCAP)

Window On The World

A broken promise I kept too long
A greasy shade and a curtain drawn
A broken glass and a heart gone wrong
That's my window on the world

A cup of coffee in a shaky hand
Wakin' up in a foreign land
Tryin' to act like I got somethin' planned
That's my window on the world

That's my window on the world
Could you stand a little closer, girl
Don't let mama cut those curls
That's my window on the world

In broad daylight that circus tent
Pulled up stakes, I don't know where it went
A close dark room with a busted vent
That's my window on the world

I think about you when I'm countin' sheep
I think about you, then I can't sleep
I think the ocean is just so deep
That's my window on the world

That's my window on the world
Could you stand a little closer, girl
The Queen of Sheba meets the Duke of Earle
That's my window on the world

Down on Indiana Avenue
Wes and Jimmy, man they played the Blues
I guess they were only passin' through
That's my window on the world

That's my window on the world
Could you stand a little closer, girl
Don't let mama cut those curls
That's my window on the world

That's my window on the world
Could you stand a little closer, girl
The Queen of Sheba meets the Duke of Earle
That's my window on the world

© 2004 Careers-BMG Music Publishing, Inc./Oval Track Tunes (BMI) All rights obo Oval Track Tunes adm by Careers-BMG Music Publishing Inc.

Disc 1: Migration

Look'in back at my background tryin' to
figure out how I ever got here.
Some things are still a mystery to me
While others are much to clear.
I'm just livin' in the sunshine,
Stay contented most of the time.
Yeah, list'nin to Murphy, Walker and Willie,
Sing me their Texas rhymes.

Now most of the people who retire in Florida
are wrinkled and they lean on a crutch.
And mobile homes are smotherin' my keys;
Well I hate those bastards so much.
I wish a summer squall would blow them
all the way up to fantasy land.
They're ugly and square, they don't belong here.
They look a lot better as beer cans.

Chorus
Yeah, That's why it's still a mystery to me,
Why some people live like they do.
So many nice things hap'nin out there,
Never even seen the clues.
Whoa, but we're doin' fine, we can travel and rhyme.
I know we've been doing our part.
Got a Caribbean soul I can barely control
and some Texas hidden here in my heart.

Well now, I might have joined the merchant marine,
If I hadn't learned how to sing.
And on top of that I got married too early,
And it cost me much more than a ring.
But those crazy days are over,
You've just got to learn from
the wrong things you've done.
I came off the rebound, started looking around,
Figured out it's time to have a little fun.

Chorus
Well now, if I ever live to be an old man,
I'm gonna sail down to Martinique.
I'm gonna buy me a sweat stained Bogart suit
and an African parakeet.
And then I'll sit him on my shoulder
and open up my trusty old mind.
I'm gonna teach him how to fuss,
Teach him how to cuss,
And pull the cork out of a bottle of wine.

Chorus
Yeah, I got a Caribbean soul I can barely control
and some Texas hidden here in my heart.

Disc 1: Holiday [Live]

The weather channel girl with her perfect weather curl
Is talking "Cold, cold, cold"
You can't get out of bed
You can't remember what you've said
You're feeling old, old, old

Is it a fever or depression, anger or aggression
What's the remedy?
We're not talking rocket science
The answer to your question's
Very plain to see

(Chorus)
You need a holiday, take a holiday
Find a far-off wonderland
Where you might regain command of your life today
Take a holiday, you need a holiday
Grab a pack and hit the trail
Take a sail and wind up in some moonlit bay

You're caught in the Internet
You think it's such a great asset
You're wrong , wrong, wrong
All that fiber optic gear
Still cannot take away the fear
Like and island song

Disregard confession, stop trying to make impressions
On your corporate climb
It might come as quite a shock
But you can't really own that rock
It's just a waste of time.

So, take a holiday, take a holiday
Find a place to find yourself
Take your life sown off that shelf
Quit acting so blase
Take a holiday, you need a holiday
grab a pack and hit the trail
Take a sail and wind on some moonlit bay

Well, it's only up to you, no one else can teach you to
Go out and have some fun
Though, if you want to stay alive
Evade the big nose dive
Be a comedian

And take a holiday, you need a holiday
Find a far-off wonderland
Where you might regain command of your life today
Take a holiday, you need a holiday
Grab a pack and hit the trail
Take a sail and wind up in some moonlit bay

You need a holiday, take a holiday
Find a place to find yourself
Take your life down off that shelf
Quit acting so blase
Take a holiday, you need a holiday
Grab a pack and hit the trail
Take a sail and wind up in some moonlit bay.

Disc 1: Fruitcakes

Fruitcakes in the kitchen
Fruitcakes on the street
Struttin' naked through the cross walk
In the middle of the week

Half baked cookies in the oven
Half baked people on the bus
There's a little bit of fruitcake left in everyone of us

Paradise - Lost and found
Paradise - take a look around

I was out in California
Where I hear they have it all
They got riots, fires and mud slides
They got sushi in the mall
Water bars and Brontosaurs
Chinese modern lust
Shake and bake life with the quake
The secret's in the crust

Chorus

We lost our Martian rocket ship
The high paid spokesman said
Looks like that silly rocket ship
Has lost it's cone-shaped head

We spent ninety jillion dollars
Tryin' to get a look at Mars
I hear universal laughter
Ringing out among the stars

Fruitcakes in the galaxy
Fruitcakes on the Earth
Strut naked towards eternity
We've been that way since birth

Half baked cookies in the oven
Half baked people on the bus
There's a little bit of fruitcake left in everyone of us

Religion, religion.
Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa
Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa

Where's the church, who took the steeple
Religion's in the hands of some crazy ass people
Television preachers with bad hair and dimples
The God's honest truth is it's not that simple

It's the Buddhist in you, it's the pagan in me
It's the Muslim in him, she's Catholic ain't she?
It's that born again look, it's the wasp and the Jew
Tell me what's goin on, I ain't got a clue

Here come the big ones - Relationships -
We all got 'em, we all want 'em. What do we do with'em?

She said you've got to do your fair share
Now cough up half the rent
I treat my body like a temple
You treat yours like a tent

But the right word at the right time
May get me a little hug
That's the difference between lightening
And a harmless lightening bug

ChorusThe future - Captain's log - Star date 2000 and somethin'

We're seven years from the millennium
That's a science fiction fact
Stanley Kubrick and his buddy Hal
Now don't look that abstract

So I'll put on my Bob Marley tape
And practice what I preach
Get Ja lost in the reggae mon
As I walk along the beach

Stay in touch with my insanity
Really is the only way
It's a jungle out there kiddies
Have a very fruitful day

Disc 1: We Are the People Our Parents Warned Us About

I was supposed to have been a Jesuit priest or a Naval Academy grad
That was the way that my parents perceived me
Those were the plans that they had
Though I couldn't fit the part too dumb or too smart
Ain't it funny how we all turned out
I guess we are the people our parents warned us about

You know I could have worked the rigs when the money was big Or hopped a freighter south to Trinidad
And when they tried to draft me I earned a college degree
Buyin' time till things were not so bad
But when I got a guitar found a job in a bar, playin' acid rock til I was numb
Tell me where are the flashbacks they all warned us would come.

Chorus:
We are the people they couldn't figure out
We are the people our parents warned us about

Hey hey, Gardner McKay, take us on the leaky Tiki with you
Clear skies bound for Shanghai, sailin' on the ocean blue

Now I got quarters in my loafers tryin' to fight inflation
When it only used to take a cent
Sometimes I wish I was back in my crash pad days before I knew what cash flow meant
Seems everybody's joggin' or heavy into health shit
Don't tell me that I ought to get rolfed
'Cause I love cajun martinis and playin' afternoon golf

Chorus
We are the people there isn't any doubt
We are the people they still can't figure out
We are the people who love to sing "Twist and Shout"
(Shake it up, Baby now)
We are the people our parents warned us about.

Disc 1: Cheeseburger in Paradise

Tried to amend my carnivorous habits.
Made it nearly seventy days,
Losin' weight without speed, eatin' sunflower seeds,
Drinkin' lots of carrot juice and soakin' up rays.

But at night I'd have these wonderful dreams
Some kind of sensuous treat.
Not zucchini, fettuccine, or bulgur wheat,
But a big warm bun and a huge hunk of meat.

Cheeseburger in paradise.
Heaven on earth with an onion slice.
Not too particular, not too precise.
I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise.

I like mine with lettuce and tomato,
Heinz Fifty-seven and French fried potatoes.
Big kosher pickle and a cold draft beer.
Well, good God Almighty, which way do I steer
For my cheeseburger in paradise.

Verse 2:
Heard about the old time sailor men,
They eat the same thing again and again;
Warm beer and bread they say could raise the dead.
Well, it reminds me of the menu at a Holiday Inn.

But times have changed for sailors these days.
When I'm in port I get what I need;
Not just Havanas or banana or daiquiris,
But that American creation on which I feed!

Cheeseburger is paradise medium rare with Muenster'd be nice
Not too particular, not too precise
I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise.

I like mine with lettuce and tomato
Heinz 57 and French fried potatoes
Big kosher pickle and a cold draft beer
Well, good god Almighty which way do I steer

For a cheeseburger in paradise
Makin' the best of every virtue and vice.
Worth every damn bit of sacrifice
To get a cheeseburger in paradise;
To be a cheeseburger in paradise.
I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise.

Disc 1: Tin Cup Chalice

I want to go back to the island,
Where the shrimp boats tie up to the pilin'.
Give me oysters and beer for dinner ev'ry day of the year,
And I'll feel fine, I'll feel fine.

Chorus:
'Cause I want to be there,
I want to go back down and lie beside the sea there.
With a tin cup for a chalice
Fill it up with good red wine,
And I'm-a chewin' on a honeysuckle vine.

Yeah, now the sun goes slidin' 'cross the water;
Sailboats, they go searchin' for the breeze.
Salt air it ain't thin,
It can stick right to your skin,
And make you feel fine.
It makes you feel fine.

Repeat Chorus.

Yes, and now you heard my strange proposal;
Get that Packard up and let's move.
I want to be there before the day
Tries to steal away and leave us behind;
I've made up my mind;

Repeat Chorus

Disc 1: Pencil Thin Moustache

Now they make new movies in old black and white,
With happy endings, where nobody fights,
So if you find yourself in that nostalgic rage,
Honey, jump right up and show your age.

I wish I had a pencil-thin mustache,
the "Boston Blackie" kind, or a
two-toned Ricky Ricardo jacket,
and an autographed picture of Andy Divine.

Oh, I remember bein' buck toothed and skinny
Writin' fan letters to Sky's niece Penny.
Oh, I wish I had a pencil-thin mustache,
then I could solve some mysteries too.
Oh it's Bandstand, Disneyland, growin up fast,
Drinkin' on a fake I.D.
And Rama of the jungle was everyone's Bawana,
But only jazz musicians were smokin marijuana.
Yeah, I wish I had a pencil-thin mustache,
then I could solve some mysteries too.

But then it's flat-top, dirty bop, copin' a feel'
grubbin on the living room floor;
They send you off to college to try to gain
a little knowledge,
But all you want to do is learn how to score.
Yeah, but now I'm gettin' old, don't wear underwear,
I don't go to church, and I don't cut my hair;
But I can go to movies and see it all there,
Just the way that it use to be.

That's why I wish I had a pencil-thin mustache
the "Boston Blackie" kind, or a
two-toned Ricky Ricardo jacket,
And an autographed picture of Andy Divine.

Oh, I could be anyone I wanted to be,
Maybe suave Eerol Flynn or the Sheik of Araby.
If I only had a pencil-thin mustache,
then I could do some crusing too.

Yeah, Brylcreem, a little dab'll do yah,
Oh, I could do some cruising too.

Disc 1: Coconut Telegraph

Tuesday on the island
Not much goin' on
The parties are all over
They ended just past dawn

But the jungle drums are beating
With the tales from late last night
Cause the stories bear repeating
For everyones delight

Chorus
You can hear it on the coconut telegraph
Can't keep nothin' under their hat
You can hear 'em on the coconut telegraph
Sayin' who did dis and dat
Dis and dat dis and dat

Now I'm not one to deal in gossip
But was he that big of fool?
To do a belly buster high dive
And miss the entire pool?

Now what's the word on sweet Melissa?
And the kid nobody knew
Did Ricardo ever find her?
I swear it's just between me and you

Chorus
You can hear it on the coconut telegraph
By now everybody knows
You can hear it on the coconut telegraph
Just who comes and goes
Comes and goes comes and goes

It's humpday on the island
And the lines have all gone dead
All the juicy news is history
I guess everything's been said

But when the eagle flies on Friday
And the boys break out the rum
Then the joint begins to jumpin'
And you'll hear those hot lines hum

Chorus
Put it on the coconut telegraph
All the celebration and the stress
Put it on the coconut telegraph
In twenty-five words or less

Disc 1: Changes in Latitudes, Changes in Attitudes

I took off for a weekend last month
Just to try and recall the whole year.
All of the faces and all of the places,
wonderin' where they all disappeared.
I didn't ponder the question too long;
I was hungry and went out for a bite.
Ran into a chum with a bottle of rum,
and we wound up drinkin' all night.

It's those changes in latitudes,
changes in attitudes nothing remains quite the same.
With all of our running and all of our cunning,
If we couldn't laugh, we would all go insane.

These changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes;
Nothing remains quite the same.
Through all of the islands and all of the highlands,
If we couldn't laugh we would all go insane

Reading departure signs in some big airport
Reminds me of the places I've been.
Visions of good times that brought
so much pleasure
makes me want to go back again.
If it suddenly ended tomorrow,
I could somehow adjust to the fall.
Good times and riches and son of a bitches,
I've seen more than I can recall...(to chorus)

I think about Paris when I'm high on red wine;
I wish I could jump on a plane.
And so many nights I just dream of the ocean.
God, I wish I was sailin' again.
Oh, yesterdays are over my shoulder,
So I can't look back for too long.
There's just too much to see waiting in front of me,
and I know that I just can't go wrong
with these...(to chorus)

Disc 1: Fins

She came down from Cincinnati.
It took her three days on the train.
Lookin' for some peace and quiet;
hoped to see the sun again.
But now she lives down by the ocean.
She's takin' care to look for sharks.
They hang out in the local bars,
And they feed right after dark.

Chorus
Can't you feel 'em circlin' (closin'in) honey?
Can't you feel 'em swimmin' around?
You got fins to the left, fins to the right,
and you're the only bait in town.
You got fins to the left, fins to the right,
and you're the only girl in town.

She's savin' up all of her money.
Wants to head south in May;
Maybe roll in the sand with a rock'n'roll man,
Somewhere down Montserrat way.
But the money's good in the season;
Helps to lighten her load.
Boys keep her high as the months go by.
She's gettin' postcards from the road.

Chorus
Sailed off to Antigua.
It took her three days on a boat.
Lookin' for some peace and quiet;
Maybe keep her dreams afloat.
But now she feels like a remora,
'cause the school's still close at hand.
Just behind the reef are the big white teeth
of the sharks that can swim on the land.

Disc 1: One Particular Harbour

IA ORA TE NATURA
E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI
IA ORA TE NATURA
E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI

Nature lives (life to nature)
Have pity for the Earth
(Love the Earth)

I know I don't get there often enough
But God knows I surely try
It's a magic kind of medicine
That no doctor could prescribe

I used to rule my world from a pay phone
And ships out on the sea
But now times are rough
And I got too much stuff
Can't explain the likes of me

Chorus:
But there's this one particular harbour
So far but yet so near
Where I see the days as they fade away
And finally disappear

But now I think about the good times
Down in the Caribbean sunshine
In my younger days I was so bad
Laughin' about all the fun we had

I've seen enough to feel the world spin
Mixin' different oceans meetin' cousins
Listen to the drummers and the night sounds
Listen to the singers make the world go 'round

IA ORA TE NATURA
E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI
IA ORA TE NATURA
E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI

Lakes below the mountains
Flow into the sea
Like oils applied to canvas
They permeate through me

And there's that one particular harbour
Sheltered from the wind
Where the children play on the shore each day
And all are safe within

Most mysterious calling harbour
So far but yet so near
I can see the day when my hair's full gray
And I finally disappear

IA ORA TE NATURA
E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI
IA ORA TE NATURA
E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI

UA PAU TE MAITAI NO TE FENUA
RE ZAI NOA RA TE ORA O TE MITIE

Bounty of the land is exhausted
But there's still abundance on the sea

Disc 2: Knees of My Heart

I've got a question for you
Please grant me an interview
Don't want to read it in a magazine
Don't want to see it on the silver screen
Don't let the craziness tear us apart

I'm down on the knees of my heart
Down here on the knees of my heart

This comes from deep in my soul
Your sweet love has taken control
I'll swim across the ocean if you tell me so
I'll take you to the jump up if you want to go
It never is too late to make a brand new start

I'm down here on the knees of my heart
Down here on the knees of my heart

Oh how I will sing if you give me everything
I live for the day when there's nothing in our way

I will be waiting tonight
You'll find my boat by the light
I'm gonna show you what my love can do
Out on the ocean all alone with you
We'll find a desert island on an ancient chart

Take me from the knees of my heart
Take me from the knees of my heart
Take me from the knees of my heart
Take me from the knees of my heart

Disc 2: Desperation Samba (Halloween in Tijuana)

Halloween in Tijuana
Full moon in my eyes
I wonder how in the hell I got here
Without a disguise

Should I take this last step
or turn myself around
or follow my intuition into that border town

Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico
Do the despreation samba con nos amigos
Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico
Do the desperation samba con nos amigos

Pretty girls they beckon
From their rooms above
Skeletons are dancing
in the name of love

Don't know where I'm going
Don't like where I've been
There may be no exit
But hell I'm going in

Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico
Do the desperation samba con nos amigos
Yo quiero a bailer en Mexico
Do the desperation samba con nos amigos

Hear the people singing the same old
haunting tune
I drink because I know it's me against the moon

Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico
Do the desperation samba con nos amigos

Disc 2: He Went to Paris

He went to Paris looking for answers
To questions that bothered him so
He was impressive, young and aggressive
Saving the world on his own.
But the warm Summer breezes
The French wines and cheeses
Put his ambition at bay
And Summers and Winters
Scattered like splinters
And four or five years slipped away.

Then he went to England, played the piano
And married an actress named Kim
They had a good life, she was a good wife
Bore him a young son named Jim.
And all of the answers and all of the questions
He locked in his attic one day
'Cause he liked the quiet clean country living
And twenty more years slipped away.

Well the war took his baby, the bombs killed his lady
And left him with only one eye
His body was battered, his world was shattered
And all he could do was just cry.
While the tears were falling, he was recalling
The answers he never found
So he hopped on a freighter, skidded the ocean
And left England without a sound.

Now he lives in the islands, fishes the pilin's
And drinks his green label each day
He's writing his memoirs and losing his hearing
But he don't care what most people say.
Through eighty-six years of perpetual motion
If he likes you he'll smile then he'll say
Jimmy, some of it's magic, some of it's tragic
But I had a good life all the way.

And he went to Paris looking for answers
To questions that bother him so.

1973 American Broadcasting Music, Inc. (ASCAP)
All Rights Reserved

Disc 2: Pirate Looks at Forty

Mother, mother ocean, I have heard you call,
Wanted to sail upon your waters
since I was three feet tall.
You've seen it all, you've seen it all.

Watch the men who rode you,
Switch from sails to steam.
And in your belly you hold the treasure
that few have ever seen, most of them dreams,
Most of them dreams.

Yes, I am a pirate two hundred years too late.
The cannons don't thunder there's nothin' to plunder
I'm an over forty victim of fate
Arriving too late, arriving too late.

I've done a bit of smugglin'
I've run my share of grass.
I made enough money to buy Miami,
But I pissed it away so fast,
Never meant to last, never meant to last.

I have been drunk now for over two weeks,
I passed out and I rallied and I sprung a few leaks,
But I've got to stop wishin',
Got to go fishin', I'm down to rock bottom again.
Just a few friends, just a few friends.

Instrumental

I go for younger women, lived with several awhile
And though I ran away, they'll come back one day.
And still could manage a smile
It just takes awhile, just takes awhile.

Mother, mother ocean, after all these years I've found
My occupational hazard being my occupations
just not around.
I feel like I've drowned,
Gonna head uptown.

Disc 2: Sail on Sailor

I sailed an ocean, unsettled ocean
Through restful waters and deep commotion
Often frightened, unenlightened
Sail on, sail on sailor

I wrest the waters, fight neptune's waters
Sail through the sorrows of life's marauders
Unrepenting, often empty
Sail on, sail on sailor

Caught like a sewer rat alone but I sail
Bought like a crust of bread, but oh do I wail

Seldom stumble, never crumble
Try to tumble, life's a rumble
Feel the stinging I've been given
Never ending, unrelenting
Heartbreak searing, always fearing
Never caring, persevering
Sail on, sail on, sailor

I work the seaways, the gale-swept seaways
Past shipwrecked daughters of wicked waters
Uninspired, drenched and tired
Wail on, wail on, sailor

Always needing, even bleeding
Never feeding all my feelings
Damn the thunder, must I blunder
There's no wonder all I'm under
Stop the crying and the lying
And the sighing and my dying

Sail on, sail on sailor
Sail on, sail on sailor
Sail on, sail on sailor
Sail on, sail on sailor
Sail on, sail on sailor
Sail on, sail on sailor
Sail on, sail on sailor

Disc 1: Why Don't We Get Drunk

I really do appreciate the fact you're sittin' here
Your voice sounds so wonderful
But your face don't look too clear
So, Barmaid, bring a pitcher, another round of brew
Honey, why don't we get drunk and screw.

(Chorus)
Why don't we get drunk and screw
I just bought a waterbed filled up for me and you
They say you are a snuff queen, Honey, I don't think that's true
So, why don't we get drunk and screw.
(Instrumental)
(Repeat chorus)

1973 Let There Be Music, Inc. (ASCAP)
All Rights Reserved

Disc 2: Havana Daydreamin'

Stashed his trash in Ecuador, bought a good suit of clothes.
Flew on up to Mexico, standin' by the shore.
Waiting for some mystery man, to pay him for his time.
Thinkin' about all the money he made,
couldn't help to ease his mind
Havana daydreamin' oh he's just dreamin' his life away.

Daddy shucked that sugar cane,
One day he fell dead.
Jesus had a wanderin' feelin'
Swimmin around in his head.
Sailin' on a midnight boat,
There were no questions asked,
Water's so green and the air was so clean
That he stuck right to his task, Havana daydreamin',
Oh he's just schemin', his life away.

Ceilin' fan stirs the air
Cigar smoke did swirl,
A fragrance on the pillow case
And he thinks about the girl.
Spillin' wine wine and sharin' good times
She sure could make him smile.
He pays her well but what the hell
He'll be movin' in a little while, Havana daydreamin',
Havana daydreamin'
Oh he'll be dreamin' his life away.

Disc 2: Bob Robert's Society Band

Well, you heard about the alligators sleepin' in the shade
Ya heard about the sugar barons screwin' up the Glades
It's a melting pot existence that is hard to contemplate
And a never-ending battle in the Sunshine State

But far far away from the front page news
Far far away from the headline blues
Down a secondary road that severely shows its age
The forties comes to life on a make-shift stage

(Chorus)
It's the Bob Robert's Society Band
Playing every Sunday at the Orange Grove Stand
They don't play grunge and they don't play loud
It's the magic of the music that still draws a crowd

Well, the word goes out from Melbourne to the Keys
The faithful get the message like it's written on the breeze
Young folks, old folks about to cut a rug
Fox trot, bunny hop, do the jitterbug

(Chorus)

I saw mini vans from Boca and busses from Perrine
There were people speaking Hindu in the bar-b-que line
A couple on their honeymoon looked a bit confused
But the boys in the band put them fight in the mood.

A lady dressed in purple started dancing all alone
Then she sauntered oh so gently to the vacant microphone
She sounded like she's someone and never missed a beat
By the time the number ended they were dancin' in the street

They'd died and gone to heaven, that lively little crowd
Trombones and saxophone sent them through the clouds
It could have gone all night but the party had to stop
When they blew the circuit breaker in the souvenir shop

Mademoiselle Voulez-Vous Danser

Madamoiselle, voulez-vous danser?
Take my hand, don't turn away
You've been sitting there all night long
I know that something must be wrong

Madamoiselle, voulez-vous danser?
A new moon has come out to play
Take my hand, step outside
These doors and windows open wide

The stars are out and shining, hear the south
wind sighing
It'll be okay
Let the breeze caress you, violin undress
your heart
On va danser

Madamoiselle, voulez-vous danser?
It will soon be the break of day
We all have so little time
Oh won't you put your hand in mine

The stars are out and shining, hear the south
wind sighing
It'll be okay
Let the breeze caress you, violin undress
your heart
I swear, on va danser

Madamoiselle, voulez-vous danser?
A new moon has come out to play
Madamoiselle, voulez-vous danser
It will soon be the break of day
On va danser
On va danser

Madamoiselle, voulez-vous danser
Madamoiselle, voulez vous danser
Danser
We all have so little time

Autour De Rocher

Mes amis nous allons quelque part dont tout
le monde
Se rappelle d'un endroit ou l'herbe etait
toujours verte
Et la fete ne s'arretait jamais
A autour du rocher

This a a little tale about a hotel in the Caribbean.
Well it wasn't really a hotel, it was a patio
bar with funky rooms and an outdoor disco
with bad wiring. Some people said if you looked
between the cracks of the floorboards of our
dance floor you would see Hell. If you ever
went there, you would know what I'm talking
about. If you never had, then we
thought we'd send you a little musical souvenir.

Some say it was a planet
Some say it was a rock
For five wild years in L"Orient
The party never stopped

There were pirates from the Indies
There were models from Paris
There were locals and New Yorkers
And the Brazilian Navy

By mini-moke and scooters
In cabs and stolen cars
Came the creatures of the evening
From St. Martin and from Mars

Alors, Alors, Alors, Alors alors come on, come on
Vien faire un tour autour du rocher
On croisera les fantomes du passe
Viens faire un tour autour du rocher
Sur les souvenirs l'herbe a poussee

Girl at the pool table
puts on a show for free
They were bivouacked in the bathroom
By the hot tub near the sea

Every night at midnight
Seems the devil took control
And the hill became a parking lot
Fueled by rock 'n' roll

They were talking by the cannon
But I couldn't believe my ears
The Russian had plutonium
The sailor wanted beers

They shook hands in the moonlight
And broke out a big cigar
Just business as usual
Beneath the tropic stars

Alors(come on) alors (let's go) alors
Vien faire in tour autour du rocher
On croisera les fantomes du pass'e
Viens faire un tour autour du richer
Sur les souvinirs l'herbe a poussee

It was better than a painting
At le Musee de Beaux Arts
And simply what we did for fun
Back in the old St. Barts

Then the glitz and all the glamour
Hit like a hurricane
Or maybe we just all grew up
But it never was the same

The gendarmes finally closed the joint
And the fire it did the rest
But on New Year's Eve of '91
We sang the last request

We were dancing in the ashes
We were dancing in the sea
We were dancing in the ruins
Where we left our memories
Come on let's go alors
Vien faire un tour autour du rocher
On croisera les fantomes du pass'e
Viens faire un tour autour du rocher
Sur les souvinirs l'herbe a poussee

Alors. Alors, Alors, Alors
Vien faire un tour autour du rocher
On croisera les fantomes du pass'e
Viens faire untour autour du rocher
Sur les souvenirs l'herbe a poussee

Last Man Standing

If they gave Olympic medals for running all-night long
I would have won them all until I turned pro
I've got miles of dedication
And a natural inclination
For a childhood game i just could not outgrow

(Everybody)
I want to be the last man standing
People crashin' on the sofas and passed out
on the floor
But the Last man standing
was sayin' bring on a little bit more

When you stop and think about
Life is still just high school
You make the same mistakes you did when you were young
Contending for the ladies' favors
Testing every single flavor
While hopelessly trying not scald your tongue

I wanna be the last man standing
Bring me the hot sauce
Bring me a beer
Gonna be the last man standing
But where do we go from here?
Gonna be the last man standing
People crashin' on the sofas and passed out
on the floor
But the Last man standing
was sayin' bring on a little bit more

I might as well admit it
There's been a time or two
When I contemplate retirement for a while
But a hundred years from now
They'll still be asking how
As they gaze upon on my taxidermic smile

Want to be the last man standing
Got the devil at the crossroads, wolf at the door
But the last man standing
Is singin' bring on a little bit more

They're gonna see the last man standing
Still got a fun ticket in my hand
Gonna be the last man standing
Takin off before I land

What If The Hokey-Pokey Is All It Really Is About?

The universe is runnin' away
I heard it on the news just the other day
There's this new stuff called dark energy
We can't measure and we can't see
It's some elemental mystery
Train that we can't catch

But our heads are in the oven
And somebody's 'bout to strike a match

Meanwhile back on our big round ball
Things are getting serious as cholesterol
Permutations, calculations,
Greedy piggies at the trough
Arrogance and ignorance
Just to top it off
I just can't keep up with the Nasdaq
Who got sold and bought
I've got to take my lunch break
But I'll leave you with a little for thought

Maybe it's all too simple
For our brains to figure it out
What if the hokey pokey
Is all it really is about

What if life is just a cosmic joke
Like spiders in your underwear or olives in
your coke
My life can get as messy as a day old sticky bun
So I arm myself with punch lines and a big ol'
water gun
They say it's not that simple but just maybe it
should be
It's time to change the subject, would you join me
in a cup of herbal tea?

Maybe it's all too simple
For our brains to figure it out
What if the hokey pokey
Is all it really is about

I still believe in rock 'n' roll
It pays my bills and soothes my soul
There really really isn't
A whole lot more around
Except for Frank Sinatra and the Big
band sound
I want music in the music
I want chicken in the soup
I want caffeine in my system let's revive
the hula hoop

Maybe it's all too simple
For our brains to figure it out
What if the hokey pokey
Is all it really is about

Altered Boy

Oh no, he's buying an island
Oh no, he's building a boat
Why does he never stop smiling?
Fun surrounds him like a deep moat

Where does he get all those stories?
How can he tell such a lie?
He's bound to see purgatory
His views are in short supply

But Peter Pan would understand
His schemes and dreams and ploys
Best keep an eye on his slight hand
He such an altered boy

Good God, he's talking with parrots
Painting his dreams in the sand
Piling up beaucoup demerits
Doing it just 'cause he can

By Jove he's having a cocoa
Evading those judgmental eyes
Calmly walking his tight rope
High above all the outcries

But Peter Pan would understand
His schemes and dreams and ploys
Best keep an eye on his slight hand
He such an altered boy

The story goes
he stumbled at the alter
Now it seems he just blasphemes
And dwells with dangers daughter

Someone call the talking doctor
Somebody get a SWAT team
There he sits getting away with
murder
How dare him live out his dreams

But Peter Pan would understand
His schemes and dreams and ploys
Best keep an eye on his slight hand
He such an altered boy

Oh no, he's sailing today
Oh no, beware Paraguay
Oh no, anchors aweigh
Oh no

Someday I Will

I see a white sail
skipping cross a blue bay
and I say Someday I Will
I see a young man
strumming on a green guitar
and I say Someday I Will

I don't have a plan
It's not that kind of thing
I'm not Martin Luther King
I don't have a dream
It's just sometimes I know
That's the way I'm supposed to go

I see a flying boat
and I get a lump in my throat
and I say Someday I Will
Someday

So whatever thrills you
Anything you love to do
Just say someday I will

Don't need to know who
May help you make it come true
Just say someday I will

Don't have to work it all out
Don't have to tear it all apart
All you need's a place to start

And if it never worked before
Try it just once more
That's what your heart if for

Whether it's big or small
If you have a passion at all
Just say, someday I will
Someday
Someday I will
Someday

Far Side Of The World

Ramadan is over,
The new moon's shown her face,
I'm halfway round the planet,
In a most unlikely place.

Following my song line
Past bamboo shacks and shops
Behind a jitney packed like sardines,
With bananas piled on top.

I ran away from politics,
It's too bizarre at home.
Away I flew, tuned into Blue
"Maybe Amsterdam or Rome"

Awakened by a stewardess,
With Spain somewhere below.
On the threshold of adventure,
God I do love this job so.

So while I make my move
On the big board game
Up and down a Spanish highway,
Some things remain the same.
Girls meet boys
and the boys tease girls
I'm heading out this morning,
For the Far Side of the World.

Oh I believe in song lines
Obvious and not
I've ridden them like camels
To some most peculiar spots.

They run across the oceans
Through mountains and saloons
And tonight out to the desert
Where I sit atop this dune.

I was destined for this vantage point
Which is so far from the Sea
I've lived it in the pages of Saint-Exupery

From Paris to Tunisia
Casablanca to Dakar
I was riding long before I flew
Through the wind and sand and stars.

Caravan
Ride that hump
And Timbuktu's a jillion bumps
Sleeping bags and battle flags
Are coiled and furled
That's the way you travel
To the far side of the world!

A Sunset framed by lightening bolts
Burns a lasting memory
And a string of tiny twinkling lights
adorn the sausage tree.
While the embers from the log fire
Flicker, fly, and twirl
Then drift off toward the cosmos
From the Far Side of the World.
Well it's Christmas and my birthday
and so to that extent
The Masai not the wise men
Are circling my tent.
I teach them how to play guitar
They show me how to dance
We have rum from the Caribbean
And Burgundy from France.

New Year's Eve in Zanzibar
With Babu and his boys
High up on the rooftop
You can relish all the noise.

They are dancing on the tables
People bouncing like gazelles
Two 0-0-1 is ushered in
With air raid horns and bells.

Time to sing time to dance
Living out my second chance.

Cobras and sleeping bags are coiled and curled
That's the way it happens
On the Far Side of the World.

Back at home, it's afternoon
Six thousand miles away.
I will still be there when I get through
Attending this soiree

There are jobs and chores and questions
And plates I need to twirl,
But tonight I'll take my chances,
On the Far Side of the World.
That's the way it happens
On the Far Side of the World.

Fruitcakes

Fruitcakes in the kitchen
Fruitcakes on the street
Struttin' naked through the cross walk
In the middle of the week

Half baked cookies in the oven
Half baked people on the bus
There's a little bit of fruitcake left in everyone of us

Paradise - Lost and found
Paradise - take a look around

I was out in California
Where I hear they have it all
They got riots, fires and mud slides
They got sushi in the mall
Water bars and Brontosaurs
Chinese modern lust
Shake and bake life with the quake
The secret's in the crust

Chorus

We lost our Martian rocket ship
The high paid spokesman said
Looks like that silly rocket ship
Has lost it's cone-shaped head

We spent ninety jillion dollars
Tryin' to get a look at Mars
I hear universal laughter
Ringing out among the stars

Fruitcakes in the galaxy
Fruitcakes on the Earth
Strut naked towards eternity
We've been that way since birth

Half baked cookies in the oven
Half baked people on the bus
There's a little bit of fruitcake left in everyone of us

Religion, religion.
Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa
Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa

Where's the church, who took the steeple
Religion's in the hands of some crazy ass people
Television preachers with bad hair and dimples
The God's honest truth is it's not that simple

It's the Buddhist in you, it's the pagan in me
It's the Muslim in him, she's Catholic ain't she?
It's that born again look, it's the wasp and the Jew
Tell me what's goin on, I ain't got a clue

Here come the big ones - Relationships -
We all got 'em, we all want 'em. What do we do with'em?

She said you've got to do your fair share
Now cough up half the rent
I treat my body like a temple
You treat yours like a tent

But the right word at the right time
May get me a little hug
That's the difference between lightening
And a harmless lightening bug

ChorusThe future - Captain's log - Star date 2000 and somethin'

We're seven years from the millennium
That's a science fiction fact
Stanley Kubrick and his buddy Hal
Now don't look that abstract

So I'll put on my Bob Marley tape
And practice what I preach
Get Ja lost in the reggae mon
As I walk along the beach

Stay in touch with my insanity
Really is the only way
It's a jungle out there kiddies
Have a very fruitful day

Pencil Thin Mustache

Now they make new movies in old black and white,
With happy endings, where nobody fights,
So if you find yourself in that nostalgic rage,
Honey, jump right up and show your age.

I wish I had a pencil-thin mustache,
the "Boston Blackie" kind, or a
two-toned Ricky Ricardo jacket,
and an autographed picture of Andy Divine.

Oh, I remember bein' buck toothed and skinny
Writin' fan letters to Sky's niece Penny.
Oh, I wish I had a pencil-thin mustache,
then I could solve some mysteries too.
Oh it's Bandstand, Disneyland, growin up fast,
Drinkin' on a fake I.D.
And Rama of the jungle was everyone's Bawana,
But only jazz musicians were smokin marijuana.
Yeah, I wish I had a pencil-thin mustache,
then I could solve some mysteries too.

But then it's flat-top, dirty bop, copin' a feel'
grubbin on the living room floor;
They send you off to college to try to gain
a little knowledge,
But all you want to do is learn how to score.
Yeah, but now I'm gettin' old, don't wear underwear,
I don't go to church, and I don't cut my hair;
But I can go to movies and see it all there,
Just the way that it use to be.

That's why I wish I had a pencil-thin mustache
the "Boston Blackie" kind, or a
two-toned Ricky Ricardo jacket,
And an autographed picture of Andy Divine.

Oh, I could be anyone I wanted to be,
Maybe suave Eerol Flynn or the Sheik of Araby.
If I only had a pencil-thin mustache,
then I could do some crusing too.

Yeah, Brylcreem, a little dab'll do yah,
Oh, I could do some cruising too.

Coconut Telegraph

Tuesday on the island
Not much goin' on
The parties are all over
They ended just past dawn

But the jungle drums are beating
With the tales from late last night
Cause the stories bear repeating
For everyones delight

Chorus
You can hear it on the coconut telegraph
Can't keep nothin' under their hat
You can hear 'em on the coconut telegraph
Sayin' who did dis and dat
Dis and dat dis and dat

Now I'm not one to deal in gossip
But was he that big of fool?
To do a belly buster high dive
And miss the entire pool?

Now what's the word on sweet Melissa?
And the kid nobody knew
Did Ricardo ever find her?
I swear it's just between me and you

Chorus
You can hear it on the coconut telegraph
By now everybody knows
You can hear it on the coconut telegraph
Just who comes and goes
Comes and goes comes and goes

It's humpday on the island
And the lines have all gone dead
All the juicy news is history
I guess everything's been said

But when the eagle flies on Friday
And the boys break out the rum
Then the joint begins to jumpin'
And you'll hear those hot lines hum

Chorus
Put it on the coconut telegraph
All the celebration and the stress
Put it on the coconut telegraph
In twenty-five words or less

Cheeseburger in Paradise

Tried to amend my carnivorous habits.
Made it nearly seventy days,
Losin' weight without speed, eatin' sunflower seeds,
Drinkin' lots of carrot juice and soakin' up rays.

But at night I'd have these wonderful dreams
Some kind of sensuous treat.
Not zucchini, fettuccine, or bulgur wheat,
But a big warm bun and a huge hunk of meat.

Cheeseburger in paradise.
Heaven on earth with an onion slice.
Not too particular, not too precise.
I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise.

I like mine with lettuce and tomato,
Heinz Fifty-seven and French fried potatoes.
Big kosher pickle and a cold draft beer.
Well, good God Almighty, which way do I steer
For my cheeseburger in paradise.

Verse 2:
Heard about the old time sailor men,
They eat the same thing again and again;
Warm beer and bread they say could raise the dead.
Well, it reminds me of the menu at a Holiday Inn.

But times have changed for sailors these days.
When I'm in port I get what I need;
Not just Havanas or banana or daiquiris,
But that American creation on which I feed!

Cheeseburger is paradise medium rare with Muenster'd be nice
Not too particular, not too precise
I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise.

I like mine with lettuce and tomato
Heinz 57 and French fried potatoes
Big kosher pickle and a cold draft beer
Well, good god Almighty which way do I steer

For a cheeseburger in paradise
Makin' the best of every virtue and vice.
Worth every damn bit of sacrifice
To get a cheeseburger in paradise;
To be a cheeseburger in paradise.
I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise.

Tin Cup Chalice

I want to go back to the island,
Where the shrimp boats tie up to the pilin'.
Give me oysters and beer for dinner ev'ry day of the year,
And I'll feel fine, I'll feel fine.

Chorus:
'Cause I want to be there,
I want to go back down and lie beside the sea there.
With a tin cup for a chalice
Fill it up with good red wine,
And I'm-a chewin' on a honeysuckle vine.

Yeah, now the sun goes slidin' 'cross the water;
Sailboats, they go searchin' for the breeze.
Salt air it ain't thin,
It can stick right to your skin,
And make you feel fine.
It makes you feel fine.

Repeat Chorus.

Yes, and now you heard my strange proposal;
Get that Packard up and let's move.
I want to be there before the day
Tries to steal away and leave us behind;
I've made up my mind;

Repeat Chorus

Fins

She came down from Cincinnati.
It took her three days on the train.
Lookin' for some peace and quiet;
hoped to see the sun again.
But now she lives down by the ocean.
She's takin' care to look for sharks.
They hang out in the local bars,
And they feed right after dark.

Chorus
Can't you feel 'em circlin' (closin'in) honey?
Can't you feel 'em swimmin' around?
You got fins to the left, fins to the right,
and you're the only bait in town.
You got fins to the left, fins to the right,
and you're the only girl in town.

She's savin' up all of her money.
Wants to head south in May;
Maybe roll in the sand with a rock'n'roll man,
Somewhere down Montserrat way.
But the money's good in the season;
Helps to lighten her load.
Boys keep her high as the months go by.
She's gettin' postcards from the road.

Chorus
Sailed off to Antigua.
It took her three days on a boat.
Lookin' for some peace and quiet;
Maybe keep her dreams afloat.
But now she feels like a remora,
'cause the school's still close at hand.
Just behind the reef are the big white teeth
of the sharks that can swim on the land.

One Particular Harbour

IA ORA TE NATURA
E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI
IA ORA TE NATURA
E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI

Nature lives (life to nature)
Have pity for the Earth
(Love the Earth)

I know I don't get there often enough
But God knows I surely try
It's a magic kind of medicine
That no doctor could prescribe

I used to rule my world from a pay phone
And ships out on the sea
But now times are rough
And I got too much stuff
Can't explain the likes of me

Chorus:
But there's this one particular harbour
So far but yet so near
Where I see the days as they fade away
And finally disappear

But now I think about the good times
Down in the Caribbean sunshine
In my younger days I was so bad
Laughin' about all the fun we had

I've seen enough to feel the world spin
Mixin' different oceans meetin' cousins
Listen to the drummers and the night sounds
Listen to the singers make the world go 'round

IA ORA TE NATURA
E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI
IA ORA TE NATURA
E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI

Lakes below the mountains
Flow into the sea
Like oils applied to canvas
They permeate through me

And there's that one particular harbour
Sheltered from the wind
Where the children play on the shore each day
And all are safe within

Most mysterious calling harbour
So far but yet so near
I can see the day when my hair's full gray
And I finally disappear

IA ORA TE NATURA
E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI
IA ORA TE NATURA
E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI

UA PAU TE MAITAI NO TE FENUA
RE ZAI NOA RA TE ORA O TE MITIE

Bounty of the land is exhausted
But there's still abundance on the sea

Beach House On The Moon

Cameron's getting logical,
A Vulcan in disguise,
The mysteries of the night are
Putting sparkle in his eyes.
He's looking for sound reasoning,
But the best that I can do,
Is this transcendental story,
That I'll pass along to you.

Past the falls they call Victoria,
Down the river named the Nile,
Drifts a tiny little handmade boat,
It's shaped just like a smile.

And steered by a magician,
With the knowledge that he needs,
To keep him on his destined course,
Past the crocodiles and reeds.

He's the Admiral of the ocean,
The Lone Eagle in the sky,
He gave me my first sextant,
And he taught me how to fly.

It's been quite a lengthy passage,
From the dawn of time till now,
He has weathered the infernal storms
In his trusty petite dow.

He has soared about colossal waves,
Sailed the endless sea.
Sometimes he resembles you,
Sometimes he looks like me.

I saw him through my telescope,
On a cloudless night in June,
As he rested between voyages
At his beach house on the moon.

There are windows to the galaxies
And hallways to the past.
There are trapdoors to the future
And a splintered ancient mast.
There are relics from Apollo trips,
When the earthmen came to play,
And a hammock from a distant star,
Out in the Milky Way.

He's the Admiral of the ocean
The Lone Eagle in the sky.
He game me my first sextant
And he taught me how to fly.

I saw him through my telescope
On a cloudless night in June
As he rested between voyages
At his beach house on the moon.

A stripped bass breaks the surface
As the sunset fades away
And our journey from the Sea of Storms
Takes us home beside the bay.
We go fishing in the ocean
We go traveling back in time
Like the song says 'teach your children'
To go fishing with their minds.

Cameron's contemplating
I'm not sure just what he thinks
"Is my dad some kind of lunatic
With his stories and high hi-jinks".
Then he says when I get old and gray
And feel like I'm marooned,
He will take me in his rocket ship
To that beach house on the moon.

Waiting for the Next Explosion

Missing link crouched upon a promontory rock
Tryin' to figure out his biological clock.
No one around to announce his arrival
So he's got to get to work on his sense of survival
Oh Oh, it's a dangerous world.

Over in China they got smart real fast
That's where they invented the man made blast.
They lost a few infers and some bamboo shacks,
But they gave birth to a tribe of pyromaniacs.
Chorus
Oh oh, it's a dangerous world.
Fire in the sky, lava in the ocean,
Sittin' round waitin' for the next explosion

Back in the fifties they thought it made good sense
To teach all the school children about civil defense.
Don't be scared, do not cry,
Just dive under your desk and kiss your ass goodbye.
Chorus
Oh oh, such a dangerous world.
It was a hell of a hustle, paranoia promotion
Waiting at ground zero, for the next explosion.

Where you gonna be
When it hits the fan
Got a plan
What you gonna do
If it lands on you
Where's your point of view.

Down at the beach club there's a sales convention
Night sky is the focus of that crowd's attention.
It's no cosmic collision just a fireworks show,
But they feel it in their hearts when those
Concussion bombs blow.

Oh oh, such a dangerous world
Gunpowder's louder than Newton's laws of motion.
Everybody's waitin' for the next explosion.

Firs in the sky, fallin' on the ocean
Sittin' round waitin' for the next explosion.

Pacing the Cage

Sunset is an angel weeping
Holding out a bloody sword
No matter how I squint I cannot
Make out what it's pointing toward
Sometimes you feel like you've lived too long
The days drip slowly on the page
And you catch yourself
Pacing the cage

I've proved who I am so many times,
The magnetic strip's worn thin
And each time I was someone else
And everyone was taken in.
Powers chatter in high places
Stir up eddies in the dust of rage
Set me to pacing the cage.

I never knew what you all wanted
So I gave you everything.
All that I could pillage
All the spells that I could sing
It's as if the thing were written
In the constitution of the age
Sooner or later you'll wind up
Pacing the cage

Sometimes the best map will not guide you
You can't see what's round the bend.
Sometimes the road leads through dark places
Sometimes the darkness is your friend.
Today these eyes scan bleached-out land,
For the coming of the outbound stage
Pacing the cage...

I Will Play For Gumbo

I don't smoke, I don't shoot smack
But I got a spicy monkey ridin' on my back.
Don't eat beignets, too much sugar and dough,
But I will play for gumbo
Yes, I will play for gumbo

It started at my Grandma's kitchen by the sea,
She warned me when she told me "son the first one's free"
It hit me like a rock or some Taikwondo,
Cause I will play for gumbo
Oh yea, I will play for gumbo.
Chorus
A piece of French bread
With which to wipe my bowl,
Good for the body.
Good for the soul.
It's a little like religion
And a lot like sex.
You should never know
When you're gonna get it next.
At midnight in the quarter or noon in Thibodeaux
I will play for gumbo
Yes, I will play for gumbo.

I'm not talkin' quesadillas or a dozen Krispy Kremes,
Or a pound of caviar that's a rich man's dream.
No banana split or fillet of pompano.
No, I will play for gumbo,
Yeah, I will play for gumbo
Chorus
Maybe it's the sausage or those pretty pink shrimp
Or that popcorn rice that makes me blow up like a blimp.
Maybe it's that voodoo from Marie Leveaux,
But I will play for gumbo
Yeah, I will play for gumbo

The sauce boss does his cookin' on the stage,
Stirrin' and a singing for his nightly wage.
Sweating and frettin' from his head to his toe,
Playin' and swayin' with the gumbo
Prayin' and buffetin' with the gumbo
Chorus

Math Suks

If necessity is the mother of invention
Then I'd like to kill the guy who invented this
The numbers come together in some kind of a third dimension
A regular algebraic bliss.

Let's start with something simple, like one and one ain't three
Any two plus two will never get you five.
There are fractions in my subtraction and x don't equal y
But my homework is bound to multiply.

Math suks math suks
I'd like to burn this textbook, I hate this stuff so much.
Math suks math suks
Sometimes I think that I don't know that much
But math suks.

I got so bored with my homework, I turned on the TV.
The beauty contest winners were all smiling through their teeth.
Then they asked the new Miss America
Hey babe can you add up all those bucks?
She looked puzzled, then just said
"Math Suks".

Math suks math suks
You don't even have to spell it,
All you have to do is yell it...
Math suks math suks
Sometime times I think that I don't know that much
But math suks.

Geometry, trigonometry and if that don't tax your brain
There are numbers to big to be named
Numerical precision is a science with a mission
And I think it's gonna drive me insane.

Parents fighting with their children, and the Congress can't agree
Teachers and their students are all jousting constantly.
Management and labor keep rattling old sabers
Quacking like those Peabody ducks.

Math suks math suks
You don't even have to spell it,
All you have to do is yell it...
Math suks math suks
Sometime times I think that I don't know that much
But math suks.

Spending Money

Now I'm not talking 'bout excessive greed.
The kind that puzzled the scribes and Pharisees.
I don't worship it like a golden calf,
But change in my pocket is always good for a laugh.

I've seen it brighten up the eyes of a child
It even makes the Dali Lama smile.
It's no relation tot he meaning of life,
It's a dang fool husband doesn't spring for his wife.
Chorus
A little spending money.
Money to burn.
Money that you did not necessarily earn.
Rainy days seem to wind up sunny,
Long as you got a little spending money.

I got no financial conscience.
Can't worry where it went.
A lasting treasure or a moment of pleasure
Worth it every cent.

Coin or paper baby,
Silver or gold.
All denominations, nouveau or old.
Can't have a turkey without oyster dressing,
It's the root of all evil, the sum of your blessings.

Don't need no armored car or time locked vault,
Don't need no shaker full, just a few grains of salt.
You may get by lookin' good and being funny,
But life's a little less restrained.
Chorus
With a little spending money.
Money to burn.
Money that you did not necessarily earn.
Rainy days seem to wind up sunny,
Long as you got a little spendin' money...
Long as you got a little spendin' money...

Lucky Stars

Woke up just the other day
Fell out of bed and my dog ran away.
The car won't start and the weather was cold and gray.
I got stuck in a traffic jam,
My major meeting didn't go as I planned.
Looks like it's gonna be another one of those days.

I got a roof over my head,
Someone to love me in a four poster bed,
And I can play this here guitar
I thank my lucky stars.

Politicians speak and it makes me ill...
People are dyin' just for a thrill.
Maybe it's just evolution gone astray.

The climate's too hot, music's gotten cold,
I've livin' like a health nut but I still grow old.
You do what you can on the edge of the Milky Way.

Got a roof over my head,
Someone to love me in a four poster bed,
And I can play this here guitar
Gonna thank my lucky stars.

Wrapped up in the problems of the day,
Just remember there's no rewind and no replay.
Don't you worry cause it ain't gonna fix a thing.

Woke up just the other day,
Thought that maybe I'd be OK,
Cause the story I've been getting
Ain't written anywhere.

Got a roof over my head,
Someone to love me in a four poster bed,
And I can play this here guitar
Gonna thank my lucky stars.

Got a roof over my head,
Someone to love me in a four poster bed,
And I can play this here guitar
I thank my lucky stars.
Gonna thank my lucky stars.
Thank you stars.

You Call It Joggin'

You call it joggin' , I call it runnin' around
You say you're losing weight but you ain't lost a pound.
While you're out joggin' with your other friends,
I'm home feeding the kids again.
You call it joggin', I call it runnin' around.

You call it joggin', I call it runnin' around,
It's the best release you say you've ever found.
Your friends all smile and agree
Yeah, you were runnin' around on me.
You call it joggin', I call it runnin' around.

Somebody said they saw you down at the corner
Getting out of some strangers car.
You come home after runnin' for hours
Ain't even breathing hard.
You call it joggin', I call it runnin' around.

The soles of your runnin' shoes they ain't wearing down.
While you're out runnin' up and down the streets
I'm tryin' to get the kids to sleep.
You call it joggin', I call it runnin' around.

You've been out since five p.m.
It's now thirty minutes past ten.
You blow in all out of breath,
Honey, you've been drinking gin again?

You call it joggin', I call it runnin' around.
Draggin' that silly old towel all over town.
You come home grinning with your hair all wet,
Smelling like shampoo instead of sweat.
You call it joggin', I call it runnin' around
Oh yeah,
You call it joggin', I call it runnin' around.

I Don't Know And I Don't Care

Why does the sunset in the west?
And why does my heart keep beating in my chest?
What ever happened to the Duke of Earl?
I got a PBS mind in a MTV world.
Is it ignorance or apathy
I forgot these lessons taught to me.
Some say life isn't fair,
Hey, I don't know, I don't care.

Ambivalent, well, yes and no.
Hey where did all the hippies go?
Our conversation sounds like actors' lines.
Is it time for your medication or mine?
Is it ignorance or apathy
I forgot these lessons taught to me.
Some say life isn't fair,
Hey I don't know, I don't care.

Therapy is extremely expensive.
Poppin' bubblie wrap is radically cheap.
You choose which one helps with your problem.
I'm gonna get some sleep.
I'm gonna get some sleep.

Sandy beaches in distant reaches
And oh those lovely Georgia peaches.
It's never too much and never too late
To pack your bags and get out of state.
Is it ignorance or apathy
The worried will all disagree.
Some say life isn't fair,
Hell, I don't know and I don't care.

If you're looking for a quote from me
I'll be under the mango tree.
Just can't say how I'll get there
Hey, I don't know and I don't care.
I don't know and I don't' care.
I don't know and I don't care.
At his beach house on the moon

Intro-The Legend of Norman Paperman/Kinja

Public Relations

Calaloo

From here in my kitchen
I watch the whole seen
Life on dis island 's
A unique cuisine
It simmers and bubbles
And looks quite routine
Till somebody spill all da beans

Chorus:
Calaloo, Strange Calaloo
Mysterious curious roux
Try as you might to avoid the hoodoo
Sooner or later we're all in the stew

Night after night
On dat terrace out der
Plays a melodrama
Could equal Shakesphere
Dey may tell theirself
Dat somehow dey are not
Best take it from me,
We're all in the same pot

Chorus:
Calaloo, Strange Calaloo
Mysterious curious roux
Try as you might to avoid the hoodoo
Sooner or later we're all in the stew

Bridge:
Hey Hey Sheila, Hey Hey Sheila
Hey Hey Sheila, what's in dat calaloo
Hey Sheila tell us, Hey Sheila tell us
Hey Hey Sheila, What's in that calaloo

We got Crab and pig tell
Squid ink and fish scale
Okra and dasheen leaves
Chitchat and chatter
Fill up the platter
With a garnish of pure make believe

Chorus:
Calaloo, Strange Calaloo
Mysterious and curious roux
Though some might think somehow they are not
Make no mistake we're all in the same pot
Take it from me this is no Camelot.

Kinja Rules

Lorna
Mista Paper, Senator Pullman he just call.
He ask how come ya don need no watah

Norman
Don't need water!

Lorna
Well, you let the barge go by
He comin' to talk to you

Norman
Who is Senator Pullman anyway?
Why do I have to signal the barge?

Iris
Welcome to the Caribbean, put on a shirt at least.
The big enchilada is on his way

Senator Pullman
Mr. Norman Paperman, I presume?
Joinin' us in Kinja for de tourist boom?

Norman
Norman Paperman at your service.
Meeting the kingpin, I'm slightly nervous

Pullman
Mr. Paperman, I here to be your friend
But there's just certain rules here we can not bend

Paperman How about the water? My cistern's flat.

Pullman
Why sure, I come to take care of dat

Chorus
BUT You gotta play by Kinja rules
Forget about da tings you learned in school
We use a different box of tools
And you gotta play by Kinja rules

Pullman
Now dis alien ain't bonded for no gondolier
He's bonded for GARDENER-dat why he here
De Chief of Immigration a power in dis town
Chief find out-your hotel close down

Paperman
Hereafter gardening's all he'll do I didn't know, I swear to you

Pullman
Doan' hoross yourself, it's okay mister
De Chief of Immigration-she's my sister

Chorus
BUT You gotta play by Kinja rules
Forget about that civics course you learned in school
We ain't city folks, but we ain't fools
And you gotta play by Kinja rules

Pullman
Stop!

Paperman
How about my water?

Pullman
Hold you hosses I come to dat
Look at da chambermaid, she mighty fat
And if dat alien have her baby here
Dat baby an AMERICAN, free and clear
De Secretary of Interior, he gonna rave
And dat baby on your record
From da cradle to da grave
Your responsibility-I doan mean maybe
Da bottom line sir, dat YOUR BABY

Chorus
You gotta play by Kinja rules
Forget about da tings you learned in school
We use a simple box of tools
And you gotta play by Kinja rules

Paperman
I'll send her away-but this club's bone dry

Pullman
No problem, lots of watah you can buy

Paperman
Buy water, Senator?
That's your advice?

Pullman
Chief of Public Works give you a special price

Paperman
Chief of public works
Who's he-your brother?

Pullman
Ha ha, not bad she's Lorna's mother

Chorus
SO You gotta play by Kinja rules
Forget about da tings you learned in school
We use a different box of tools
And you gotta play by Kinja rules

Paperman
Senator, I thank you.
Now one thing's clear
I've got to hire a Kinjan gondolier

Pullman
Now dat a problem-

Paperman
What's the reason

Pullman
No unemployment-it's high season
Can't hire no Kinjan to wear dis hat

Paperman
And I can't use an alien?

Pullman
Don't ask dat

Paperman
You've been a great help, sir-you've got my vote
Just tell me-who's going to row that boat?

Pullman
YOU gotta play by Kinja rules
Forget about da tings you learned in school
Just take it easy, play it cool
But be sure to

Paperman joins Pullman

Play by Kinja rules

Extra Chorus
You gotta play by Kinja rules
Forget about that civics course you learned in school
God watches out for drunks and fools
But forget the Ten Commandments here
Kinja rules
Kinja rules
Kinja rules
Kinja rules

Pullman
Norman Paperman, I feel you soon adjust to Kinja, hahaha

Public Relations (Reprise)

Public Relations - Reprise (1:25)

Sanders
Mr Paperman, go home.
Listen to me.
Pretend you had a nightmare, and woke up.
This island is a hoodoo, there's death in it,
and this is just the beginning.
Give it up.
Whatever you've invested,
forget it and go back to New York.
Go home.

Norman
I felt the ground shake
I'm out of water
Critical picture
But things ain't that bad

We could be living
In Communist China
Wearing pajamas
And shouting comrade

I'll fix the Gull Reef
It will be my salvation
We're only talking
A few renovations
Goodbye to public relations
It ain't what I do

Goodbye forever to public relations
Public relations no longer my fate
This is my life and this is my island
Starting life over is never to (sic) late

[Speaks, to Sheila]
Get Hippolyte!

The Handiest Frenchman in the Caribbean

Ensemble
Hippolyte, Hippolyte Lamartine
Handiest Frenchman in the Caribbean
Got the Gull Reef Club sparkling and clean
Bravo bon travou Mr. Martine

Who patch the hole in the cistern wall
Hippolyte
Who solved my problems one and all
Hippolyte
A genie in a bottle twenty feet tall
Hippolyte, Hippolyte Lamartine

How come mine host is sitting pretty
A cistern full of water and shekels in the kitty
A million miles away from nasty New York City

Hippolyte, Hippolyte Lamartine
Hippolyte, Hippolyte Lamartine
Hippolyte, Hippolyte Lamartine

Get back to work
Or he'll chop you like sardines
Merci Hippolyte
Lamartine

Fat Person Man

Sheila
You got to get rid of Dat fat person man
Send him to French Guiana China or Japan
Get him off of dis island
Ders no reconcilin' Da rumours have already spread
He don't leave dis island
He lose his head
I can't help it I just tell the truth

Norman
Now Sheila I can't do that
Try and understand
He's not just some drunk asshole
He's my money man
He's got banks in Nebraska
And mines in Alaska
His childish ways can be misread

Sheila
I'll say it one more time sir
He lose his head I can't help it,
I just tell the truth

Norman
Now Lester's really harmless

Sheila
But Hippolyte's a threat

Norman
Whole life here in Kinja
Rests on this Tilson fete
I can't have a beheading
Or any blood letting
Oh Sheila tell me what to do

Sheila
Stick to do dat fat person
Like you be glue

Norman
I will keep him on the beach at the barbeque

Lester
I can't help it
I just tell the truth

Up on the Hill

We come from a long line of lenders
Who get rich just exploiting you spenders
But now we just manage our blenders
Up, up, up on the hill

It helps to be charming and funny
Have cute names like Binky and Bunny
But the main thing's still oodles of money
Up, up, up on the hill

Up on the hill we are the big cheeses
Up on the hill we own the cool breezes
Top of the heap Is where we know we belong

Up on the hill above the confusion
Up on the hill we live our illusions
Up, up, up on the hill

Marmalade mansions beneath cloudless skies
Breathtaking vistas that baffle your eyes
We're passing our days in a rare atmosphere
Sun, sea, and stars, and warm breezes all year

Our blood is decidedly blue-ish
We're leery of anything newish
And or course, darling, nobody's Jewish
Up, up, up on the hill

Up on the hill we are the big cheeses
Up on the hill we own the cool breezes
The top of the heap Is where we know we belong

Up on the hill above the confusion
Up on the hill we live our illusions
Up, up, up on the hill
Up, up, up on the hill
Way up, up, up on the hill

Up On The House Top

Up on the housetop reindeer paws, out jumps good ol' Santa Claus
Down thru the chimney with lots of toys
All for the little ones, Christmas joy.

(Chorus)
Ho ho ho, who wouldn't go,
Ho ho ho, who wouldn't go-o
Up on the housetop, click, click, click
Down thru the chimney with good Saint Nick.

First comes the stocking of little Will
Oh, just see what a glorious fill
Here is a hammer and lots of tacks
Also a ball and a whip that cracks

(Chorus)

Instumental Bridge

(Chorus)
"They say it's your birthday, it's my birthday, too,........yeah,....I
got two presents, that's right, Dude, I got some jam and I got some
wax, two presents for Christmas,......... Bitchin, huh? Right,
let's go to the beach......

Mele Kalikimaka Alex Anderson
Mele Kalikimaka is the thing to say
On a bright Hawaiian Christmas Day
That's the island greeting that we send to you
From the land where palm trees sway

Here we know that Xmas will be green and bright
Sun will shine by day and all the stars at night
Mele Kalikimaka is Hawaii's way
To say Merry Christmas to you.

(Repeat)

Mele Kalikimaka

Mele kalikimaka is the thing to say
On a bright Hawaiian Christmas day
That's the island greeting that we send to you
From the land where palm trees sway

Here we know that Christmas will be green and bright
The sun will shine by day and all the stars at night
Mele kalikimaka is Hawaii's way
To say merry Christmas to you, take it girls

Mele kalikimaka is the thing to say
On a bright Hawaiian Christmas day
That's the island greeting that we send to you
From the land where palm trees sway

Here we know that Christmas will be green and bright
The sun will shine by day and all the stars at night
Mele kalikimaka is Hawaii's way
To say merry Christmas to you

Here we know that Christmas will be green and bright
The sun will shine by day and all the stars at night
Mele kalikimaka is Hawaii's way
To say merry Christmas to you

Mele kalikimaka is the thing to say
On a bright Hawaiian Christmas day
That's the island greeting that we send to you
From the land where palm trees sway

Here we know that Christmas will be green and bright
The sun will shine by day and all the stars at night
Mele kalikimaka is Hawaii's way
To say merry Christmas, merry, merry Christmas
Merry, merry, merry Christmas to you

Run Rudolph Run

Round up all the reindeer
You know you're the master mind
Run, run, Rudolph
Vixen can't be far behind.

(Chorus)
Run, run, Rudolph,
Santa's got to make it to town
Santa make 'em hurry
Tell him he can take the freeway down
Run, run, Rudolph
Spinnin' like a merry -go-round

Said Santa to the boy-child,
"What would you be longin' for?"
All I want for Xmas
Is a rock 'n rollin' 'lectric guitar
Then away went-a Rudolph
Streakin like a shootin' star

(Chorus)

Said Santa to the girl-child,
"What would you be pleased most to get?"
A little Barbie doll
That can cry, sleep, drink & wet
Then away went-a Rudolph
Streakin' like a Citation jet

(Chorus)

Ho Ho Ho & A Bottle Of Rhum

Santa's stressed out as the holiday season draws near
He's been doing the same job now going on two thousand years
He's got pains in his brain and chimney scars cover his buns
He hates to admit it, but Xmas is more work than fun

He needs a vacation from bad decorations and snow
Mr. Claus has a has escape plans, a secret that only he knows
Beaches and palm trees appear night and day in his dreams
A break from his wife, half-frozen in life
The elves and that damn reindeer team

Ho, ho, ho and a bottle of rum
Santa's run off to the Caribbean
He thinks about boat drinks and fun in the sun]
Ho, ho, ho and a bottle of rhum

Plastic creations and crass exploitations aren't good
He wants to go back to simple toys made out of wood
Just for the weekend he's like to be Peter Pan
Get out of his long johns and dance with a sword in the sand

(Chorus)
Ho, ho, ho and a bottle of rhum
Santa's off to the Caribbean
Marimbas, calimbas, he's playing steel drums
Ho, ho, ho and a bottle of rhum

Ho, ho, ho and a bottle of rhum
Santa's off to the Caribbean
A week in the tropics and he'll be alright
Sporting a tan as he rides out of sight

Merry Christmas to all and to all good night

A Sailor's Christmas

Sail on the horizons gotta landfall rendezvous
Captain steers a well-known course, he steers straight & true
As he trims the sheets, he sings a song
He learned on boats and bars
Sailor spends his Christmas in a harbour 'neath the stars

He's traveled through the doldrums, typhoons and hurricanes
He's logged a million soggy miles with water on his brain
But Christmas is the season better suited for dry land
He'll tell some lies, meet some spies
And dance barefoot in the sand

(Chorus)
The sailor spends his Christmas in a harbour on the hook
Caye con les, no work today, let's shell the ol' log book
The waterfront is reveling, the season has begun
The sailor spends his Christmas in a harbour having fun.

There's a party down at Le Selecte, music, rum and cheers
Faces in the shadows, God, I haven't seen for years
A mast & shroud fill with lights
'Neath the waning of the moon
They're an airy celebration in the realm of King Neptune.

(Chorus)

Jesus was a fisherman who walked upon the sea
The North Pole is ocean's remote frozen balcony
The continents keep drifting but the children sing and play
'Cause nothing really matters, after all it's Christmas day

The sailor spends his Christmas in a harbour on the hook.
Vaye con les, no work today, he read it in a book
The waterfront is reveling, the season has begun
A sailor spends his Christmas in a harbour having fun
A sailor spends his Christmas in a harbour having fun
Havin' fun... havin' fun...havin' fun

Only Time Will Tell

Scales and clocks just can't be trusted
Keys and locks are destined to be busted
Metaphors were never made for keeping score
And I'm feeling for the sound of time

Is it the answer or just a suggestion
Is love what we truly want or merely a protection
Is this music made to last or crumble like a shell
Is there heaven here on earth or is this really hell?

(Chorus):
Only time will tell if I am right or I am wrong
Only time will tell, is there a message in this song?
Will it eve make sense, will it ever ring a bell?
Only time will tell.

Are we destined to be ruled by a bunch of old white men
Who compare the world to football and are programmed to defend
I'd like to try a princess or a non-terrestrial
Who is neither boat nor bashful
Is there really such a girl

Chorus
Only time will tell,....

I woke up this morning feeling absolutely grand
For nearly half a century I've been singing in a band
I'd like to think Ill make it to two thousand and one
Will the party be at my house?
God, I wonder who will come...

Jamaica Mistaica

Some folks say that I've got the perfect life
Three swell kids, lots of toys and a lovely wife
I fly, I sail, I throw caution to the wind
Drift like a stratus cloud above the Caribbean

But every now and then, the dragons come to call
Just when you least expect it you'll be dodgin' cannonballs
I've seen too much not to stay in touch
With a world full of love and luck
I've got a big suspicion 'bout ammunition
I never forget to duck

(Chorus):
Come back, come back back to Jamaica
Don't chu know we made a big mistaica
We'd be so sad if you told us good-bye
And we promise not to shoot you out of the sky

It was a beautiful day, the kind you want to toast
We were tree top flyin' movin' west along the coast
Then we landed in the water, just about my favorite thrill
When some asshole started firing as we taxied to Negril

Just about to lose my temper as I endeavored to explain
We had only come for chicken we were not a ganja plane
Well, you should have seen their faces when they finally realized
We were not some coked up cowboy sporting guns and alibis
(Chorus)
They shot from the lighthouse, they shot from highway
They shot from the top of the cliff, they had all gone haywire
We're catchin' fire, and there wasn't even a spliff

Well, the word got out all over the island
Friends, strangers, they were all apologizin'
Some thought me crazy for being way too nice
But it's just another shitty day in paradise
(Chorus)

Holiday

The weather channel girl with her perfect weather curl
Is talking "Cold, cold, cold"
You can't get out of bed
You can't remember what you've said
You're feeling old, old, old

Is it a fever or depression, anger or aggression
What's the remedy?
We're not talking rocket science
The answer to your question's
Very plain to see

(Chorus)
You need a holiday, take a holiday
Find a far-off wonderland
Where you might regain command of your life today
Take a holiday, you need a holiday
Grab a pack and hit the trail
Take a sail and wind up in some moonlit bay

You're caught in the Internet
You think it's such a great asset
You're wrong , wrong, wrong
All that fiber optic gear
Still cannot take away the fear
Like and island song

Disregard confession, stop trying to make impressions
On your corporate climb
It might come as quite a shock
But you can't really own that rock
It's just a waste of time.

So, take a holiday, take a holiday
Find a place to find yourself
Take your life sown off that shelf
Quit acting so blase
Take a holiday, you need a holiday
grab a pack and hit the trail
Take a sail and wind on some moonlit bay

Well, it's only up to you, no one else can teach you to
Go out and have some fun
Though, if you want to stay alive
Evade the big nose dive
Be a comedian

And take a holiday, you need a holiday
Find a far-off wonderland
Where you might regain command of your life today
Take a holiday, you need a holiday
Grab a pack and hit the trail
Take a sail and wind up in some moonlit bay

You need a holiday, take a holiday
Find a place to find yourself
Take your life down off that shelf
Quit acting so blase
Take a holiday, you need a holiday
Grab a pack and hit the trail
Take a sail and wind up in some moonlit bay.

Overkill

Legal problems gettin' thick and hazy
Look at the people gettin' rich and crazy
Locked up in mansions on the top of a hill
Someone needs to tell them 'bout overkill

(Chorus)
Overkill, overkill
Such a megalo modern problematic ill
Climb too fast and shove too hard
You'll be pushin' up the daisies in the old bone yard
Ah,...ah, ah,...ah

I went found the truth in the Himilayas
Bundled up half-frozen munchin' Milky Way-as
Found a shaman in a diaper with a poppy pot
When I asked if he was cold he said, "I just think hot."

(Chorus)

Minor rap breakdown bridge
Out in Hollywood, the paper money rolls
They feed their egos, instead of their souls
A million here, a million there, a mindless corporate dance
Get paid for fuckin' off, in the south of France
They don't do the shows, but they act like the stars
They fly around in G4's and suck on big cigars
It ain't about the talent, it ain't about the skill
It's all about the silly stupid horseshit deal

(Chorus)

I got no corporate gig, I got no guru
I don't own the ocean front in Honolulu
You write the big checks, but I pay your bills
Now someone's got to tell you 'bout overkill

(Chorus)

Cultural Infidel

I'm a cultural infidel, painting in the dark
I'm a cultural infidel, singing in the park
Socrates, hypothesis, the music of Mozart
I'm a cultural infidel, coming from the heart

Free thinkin', hoodwinkin', unblinkin' man
Start trouble, burst bubbles, join my caravan
Someone's got to talk about accountability
Someone's got to raise some hell, I guess it could be me

I'm a cultural infidel trying to draw a crowd
I'm a cultural infidel, singing right out loud
Philosophy is not for me, laughing is my game
I'm a cultural infidel, slap me with the blame

Loose cannon, Armageddon, preachers at the door
Spittin' poison at the boys 'n girls on dance floor
I hear them in the congress, I see them on TV
I hope the Inquisition remains a memory

Al'Diablo Picasso, Al'Diablo Manet
Al'Diablo Fontainebleau, Al'Diable Hemingway
O'Diab Dr. Thompson, O'Diab St. Joan
O'Diab Village People, O'Diab Rolling Stones
Someone's got to talk about accountability
Someone's got to raise some hell, it might as well be me

I'm a cultural infidel, believe in common sense
I'm a cultural infidel, love the present tense
But we have to keep a look out for those mean old backed-up farts
I'm a cultural infidel, comin' from the heart

My heart, my heart, mon coeur
Will I see you in Heaven, will I see you in Hell
Will I see you in Rio, only time will tell

Will I see you in Heaven, will I see you in Hell
Will I see you tomorrow, only time will tell

Bob Robert's Society Band

Well, you heard about the alligators sleepin' in the shade
Ya heard about the sugar barons screwin' up the Glades
It's a melting pot existence that is hard to contemplate
And a never-ending battle in the Sunshine State

But far far away from the front page news
Far far away from the headline blues
Down a secondary road that severely shows its age
The forties comes to life on a make-shift stage

(Chorus)
It's the Bob Robert's Society Band
Playing every Sunday at the Orange Grove Stand
They don't play grunge and they don't play loud
It's the magic of the music that still draws a crowd

Well, the word goes out from Melbourne to the Keys
The faithful get the message like it's written on the breeze
Young folks, old folks about to cut a rug
Fox trot, bunny hop, do the jitterbug

(Chorus)

I saw mini vans from Boca and busses from Perrine
There were people speaking Hindu in the bar-b-que line
A couple on their honeymoon looked a bit confused
But the boys in the band put them fight in the mood.

A lady dressed in purple started dancing all alone
Then she sauntered oh so gently to the vacant microphone
She sounded like she's someone and never missed a beat
By the time the number ended they were dancin' in the street

They'd died and gone to heaven, that lively little crowd
Trombones and saxophone sent them through the clouds
It could have gone all night but the party had to stop
When they blew the circuit breaker in the souvenir shop

Desdemona's Building a Rocket Ship

(Chorus)
Desdemona's building a rocket ship, Desdemona's going away
Desdemona's building a rocket ship, blasting off today
She's got a passion for cookies, a crew full of rookies
It's gonna be a helluva blow
Desdemona's building a rocket ship , and I've got to go

A woman on a mission, quite familiar with quasars
Her heart is in the kitchen but her soul is in the stars
Crystal clear on logic but short on expertise
This is a very ancient puzzle, she feels herself a piece

(Chorus)
Desdemona's building a rocket ship, Desdemona's going away
Desdemona's building a rocket ship, blasting off today
She's got a passion for cookies, a crew full of rookies
It's gonna be a helluva blow
Desdemona's building a rocket ship
Guess I've got to go

She was down in Puerto Rico, doin'a a scientist
True, he was no geek though she was taken with his kiss
It was under a giant telescope where she heard the calling voice
It came screaming through the light years, she never had a choice

Pleiades callin' her home
Seven Sisters, she hears her distant Sisters
Pleiades callin' me home
Seven Sisters, she hears her Seven Sisters

Pleiades callin' her home
Seven Sisters, she hears her distant Sisters
Pleiades callin' me home
Seven Sisters, she hears her Seven Sisters

A woman on a mission, quite familiar with quasars
Her heart is in the kitchen but her soul is in the stars
Her engines fuel with logic and navigation expertise
It's very distant puzzle, she's gonna get her piece

Desdemona's building a rocket ship, Desdemona's going away
Desdemona's building a rocket ship, blasting off today
She's got a passion for cookies, a crew full of rookies
It's gonna be a helluva blow
Desdemona's building a rocket ship , I've just got to go

Seven Sisters
Seven Sisters, she hears her distant Sisters
Seven Sisters, she hears her Seven Sisters

Pleiades callin' her home
Seven Sisters, she hears her distant Sisters
Pleiades callin' me home
Seven Sisters, she hears her Seven Sisters
Pleiades callin' her home
Seven Sisters, she hears her distant Sisters
Pleiades callin' me home

Bank of Bad Habits

THE RUMORS AND THE STORIES OF MY PAST I CAN'T DENY
I'M NO ST. IGNATIUS BUT AGAIN I'M NO BAR FLY
THE WRONG THING IS THE RIGHT THING UNTIL YOU LOSE CONTROL
I GOT THIS BANK OF BAD HABITS IN A CORNER OF MY SOUL

Chorus
BANK OF BAD HABITS
THE PRICE OF VICE FORETOLD
ONE BY ONE THEY'LL DO YOU IN
THEY'RE BOUND TO TAKE THEIR TOLL

THE WRONG THING IS THE RIGHT THING
UNTIL YOU LOSE CONTROL
I GOT THIS BANK OF BAD HABITS
IN A CORNER OF MY SOUL

Verse 2
LAST NIGHT I SAID GOOD BYE TO A DEAR OLD FRIEND OF MINE
JUST A THROWBACK SHELL BEACH PARTY NOTHING REALLY ASININE
RUM AND COOKED ANIMALS AND BULLSHIT BY THE TON
THAT PARTY LASTED WAY TOO LONG AND I HAD TOO MUCH FUN

Chorus
BANK OF BAD HABITS
THE PRICE OF VICE FORETOLD
ONE BY ONE THEY'LL DO YOU IN
THEY'RE BOUND TO TAKE THEIR TOLL

THE WRONG THING IS THE RIGHT THING
UNTIL YOU LOSE CONTROL
I GOT THIS BANK OF BAD HABITS
IN A CORNER OF MY SOUL
THAT BANK OF BAD HABITS
IT'S WORTH IT'S WEIGHT IN GOLD

Bridge
TIME FOR YOU TO SPEND THAT DOUGH
YOUR THE ONLY ONE YOU OWE
SO PUT AWAY THOSE ALIBIS
YOU CAN'T FOOL THAT BANKER IN THE SKY

NOW LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT THE SEVEN DEADLY SINS
One
PRIDE-THOU SHALT NOT HAVE PRIDE IN THY NEIGHBOR
Two
COVETING-THOU SHALT NOT COVET THY NEIGHBOR'S WIFE
Three
LUST-THOU SHALT NOT LUST AFTER HIS NEIGHBOR'S WIFE
Four

ANGER-DO NOT BE ANGRY WITH YOUR NEIGHBOR'S WIFE
Five
GLUTTONY-DO NOT EAT THY NEIGHBOR'S WIFE'S POPCORN
Six
ENVY-DO NOT ENVY YOUR NEIGHBOR'S WIFE
Seven
SLOTH-DO NOT BE A SLOB
AND THE Eighth DEADLY SIN IS
PIZZA

Verse
A PICTURE'S WORTH A THOUSAND WORDS JUST ASK A CAMERA MAN
AND IT'S NO SIN TO STOP AND LOOK I DO IT WHEN I CAN
BUT YOU HAVE TO PURGE THAT URGE TO MERGE
YOU HAVE TO KEEP YOUR HEAD
TROUBLE IS WHAT YOU WILL FIND INSIDE SOME STRANGER'S BED

Chorus
BANK OF BAD HABITS
THE PRICE OF VICE FORETOLD
ONE BY ONE THEY'LL DO YOU IN
THEY'RE BOUND TO TAKE THEIR TOLL

THE WRONG THING IS THE RIGHT THING
UNTIL YOU LOSE CONTROL
I GOT THIS BANK OF BAD HABITS
IT'S WORTH ITS WEIGHT IN GOLD
YEA WE'RE TALKIN
KRUGGERAND
DUBLOON
YOU KNOW I WAS WONDERING
DO YOU THINK THEY HAVE AN ATM
MACHINE FOR BAD HABITS?
I THINK I'LL APPLY FOR THAT CARD

Remittance Man

SINNER ON THE MAINLAND
HE'S A SINNER ON THE SEA
HE LOOKS FOR ABSOLUTION
NOT ACCOUNTABILITY

HOW MANY DESTINATIONS
OH GOD HE'S SEEN THEM ALL
HE COLLECTS HIS PRECIOUS PITTANCE
IN EVERY PORT OF CALL

Chorus
REMITTANCE MAN
BLACK SHEEP OF THE FAMILY CLAN
BROKE TOO MANY RULES ALONG THE WAY
REMITTANCE MAN
SO FAR AWAY FROM HOME
NO THEY'LL NEVER UNDERSTAND THE REMITTANCE MAN

Verse
A MAN OF EMPTY POCKETS
FROM JINGLING HIS CHANGE
THE IDLENESS AND GRIEVING
ARE ALL THAT HE RETAINS
BY THE HARBOR LIGHTS OF SIDNEY
OR THE BORA BORA MOON
HE RECITES HIS SAD CONFESSION
TO THE SEAGULLS AND THE LOONS

Chorus
REMITTANCE MAN
BLACK SHEEP OF THE FAMILY CLAN
BROKE TOO MANY RULES ALONG THE WAY
REMITTANCE MAN
SO FAR AWAY FROM HOME
NO THEY'LL NEVER UNDERSTAND THE REMITTANCE MAN

Bridge
YOU COULD CLAIM THAT YOU WERE BORN A PRINCE
BUT YOUR THE ONLY ONE YOU CAN CONVINCE
SURVIVOR WITH NO LIVELIHOOD, THAT YOU COULD EVER MAKE IT GOOD
BUT STILL YOU DREAM OF WHAT YOU CAN'T PRETEND

Verse
AN UNEXPECTED PASSENGER
BOARDED IN MARSEILLES
AN ANGEL FULL OF TENDERNESS
SHE GAVE HER HEART AWAY

SHE WAS BUT A GYPSY
HE WAS JUST A STRAY
THEY ALMOST MADE A MIRACLE
BUT IT SLOWLY SLIPPED AWAY

SO HE FOLLOWS THE EQUATOR
WITH A WISH TO RUN AGROUND
IT'S A VERY VICIOUS CIRCLE
GOING ROUND AND ROUND AND ROUND

NOW HE WATCHES FROM THE FANTAIL
AS THE MAINLAND DISAPPEARS
JUST LIKE THE FLYING DUTCH MAN
HE'S A PRISONER OF HIS FEARS

Chorus
REMITTANCE MAN
BLACK SHEEP OF THE FAMILY CLAN
BROKE TOO MANY RULES ALONG THE WAY
REMITTANCE MAN
SO FAR AWAY FROM HOME
NO THEY'LL NEVER UNDERSTAND
NO THEY'LL NEVER UNDERSTAND
NO THEY'LL NEVER UNDERSTAND

Lage Nom Ai

Verse
NORDSTROM WAS A SIMPLE MAN
WHO HATCHED A NON-CONFORMIST PLAN TO SAVE HIS ASS
EVERY NIGHT HE DANCED ALONE
AND BLOTTED OUT THE MONOTONE THAT WAS HIS PAST
HE PACKS HIS BAG OF MYSTERIES
AND LEAVES THE LONELY MEMORIES WHERE THEY BELONG
THEY CAME AND WENT SO EASILY
THIS RISING TIDE IDENTITY, SINGS LIKE A SONG

Chorus
LAGE NOM AI-NOM AI
WHEN YOU KNOW THAT LIFE IS JUST A GAME
LAGE NOM AI-NOM AI
HE'S THE MAN WHO GAVE UP HIS OWN NAME

Verse
IN THE ROLL OF COSMIC DICE
YOU WIN ONE HEART AND LOSE IT TWICE, BEFORE YOU KNOW
LOVE IS FINE UNTIL YOU TASTE
THIS MELANCHOLY BOUILLABAISSE CALLED LETTING GO

Chorus
LAGE NOM AI-NOM AI
WHEN YOU KNOW THAT LIFE IS JUST A GAME
LAGE NOM AI-NOM AI
HE'S THE MAN WHO GAVE UP HIS OWN NAME

Verse
HE MOVED ON UP TO OLD BEAN TOWN
AND SUMMERED ON THE VINEYARD SOUND, TO PASS THE DAY
ISLAND HOPPING, CRAB CAY BOUND
TENDING BAR HE THINKS HE'S FOUND A BETTER WAY
NOW WERE BACK WHERE WE BELONG
WITHOUT A CLUE AND STILL WITHOUT A MASTER PLAN
INCIDENT OR ACCIDENT
IT ALL DEPENDS ON IF YOU'RE MEANT TO UNDERSTAND

Chorus
LAGE NOM AI-NOM AI
WHEN YOU KNOW THAT LIFE IS JUST A GAME
LAGE NOM AI-NOM AI
HE'S THE MAN WHO GAVE UP HIS OWN NAME
HE'S THE MAN WHO GAVE UP HIS OWN NAME

Ballad of Skip Wiley

HE'S A MAN ON A MISSION
WILD AS A RICOCHET
PICTURE IF YOU CAN
WHEN THE EVERGLADES RAN
FROM THE GULF COAST TO BISCAYNE BAY

HE'S GONNA GIVE IT BACK TO THE GATORS
LOCK THE TOURISTS UP IN THEME PARKS AND ZOOS
HE SAYS "JOIN ME FOR LUNCH AT THE REPTILES BRUNCH
WHERE THE BAROMETER SOUP IS YOU"

HE'S CRAZY AND DANGEROUS
BUT WHO ELSE CAN YOU TRUST
HE'S THE OUTLAW IN ALL OF US
THE ENVIRONMENTAL TERRORIST

Chorus
YOU CAN MESS WITH THE MOUSE IN ORLANDO
JILT A TOURIST IN ST. AUGUSTINE
YOU CAN SHOPLIFT ALL DAY AT BLOCKBUSTER
BUT YOU CAN'T STEAL THE ORANGE BOWL QUEEN
NO YOU CAN'T STEAL THE ORANGE BOWL QUEEN

Verse
THERE WERE CRIMES OF EPIC PROPORTIONS
ALL PART OF SKIP WILEY'S CRUSADE
TOURISTS WERE CACKIN' AND TOURISTS WERE PACKIN'
WHILE HE AND SKINK COOLED THEIR HEELS IN THE SHADE

THEN CAME THE CITRUS SENSATION
"WELCOME TO THE REVOLUTION" HE SAID
WITH A PIRATE'S PERSONA HE SNATCHED THE GRIDIRON MADONNA
AND THE BIG MOVERS CALLED FOR HIS HEAD

HE'S CRAZY AND DANGEROUS
BUT WHO ELSE CAN YOU TRUST
HE'S THE OUTLAW IN ALL OF US
THE ENVIRONMENTAL TERRORIST

Chorus
YOU CAN MESS WITH THE MOUSE IN ORLANDO
JILT A TOURIST IN ST. AUGUSTINE
YOU CAN RAG ON THE MIAMI DOLPHINS
BUT YOU CAN'T STEAL THE ORANGE BOWL QUEEN
NO YOU CAN'T STEAL THE ORANGE BOWL QUEEN
NO YOU CAN'T STEAL THE ORANGE BOWL QUEEN

WILL SKIP'S CAPER IT KIND OF BACKFIRED
AND GOT THE ORANGE JUICE BARONS RATHER UPSET
IN THE LIGHT OF BAD MOODS, THESE MANHUNTS ENSUED
BUT SKIP EASILY SLIPPED THROUGH THE NET

HE WAS LAST SEEN A TOP OF A MANGROVE
PERCHED LIKE A WOUNDED OSPREY
HE WAS NOT MEANT TO LAST, HE BELONGS TO THE PAST
AND I HOPE HE GETS THERE ONE DAY

HE'S CRAZY AND DANGEROUS
BUT WHO ELSE CAN YOU TRUST
HE'S THE OUTLAW IN ALL OF US
THE ENVIRONMENTAL TERRORIST

Chorus
YOU CAN MESS WITH THE MOUSE IN ORLANDO
JILT A TOURIST IN ST. AUGUSTINE
YOU CAN SHOPLIFT YOUR DAYS AT BLOCKBUSTER
BUT YOU CAN'T STEAL THE ORANGE BOWL QUEEN
NO YOU CAN'T STEAL THE ORANGE BOWL QUEEN
NO YOU CAN'T STEAL THE ORANGE BOWL QUEEN

Don't Chu-Know

YOU CAN SPEND ALL YOUR DAYS IN THE GRIND
CONVERTING YOUR NICKLES TO DIMES
YOU COULD STUFF ALL YOUR POCKETS TILL THEY OVERFLOW
DON'T CHU KNOW DON'T CHU KNOW DON'T CHU KNOW

YOU CAN SAY YOU'RE TOO OLD TO BE YOUNG
YOU THINK YOU'RE TOO SMART TO BE DUMB
BUT THE WELL SEASONED PRO KNOWS HOW LONG HE CAN GO
DON'T YOU KNOW DON'T CHU KNOW DON'T CHU KNOW

YOU CAN SING EVERY SONG THAT'S BEEN SUNG
CONQUER THE MOON AND THE SUN
BUT IF YOU ASKED ME IT'S ALL BOTH BEEN SAID AND BEEN DONE

WE'RE JUST RECYCLED HISTORY MACHINES
CAVEMEN IN FADED BLUE JEANS
IT'S THE UNANSWERED QUESTION IN EACH ONE OF US
DON'T CHU KNOW DON'T CHU KNOW DON'T CHU KNOW

Bridge
THE MORE WE LEARN THE LESS WE KNOW
WHAT YOU KEEP IS WHAT YOU CAN'T LET GO
TAKE IT FAST OR TAKE IT SLOW
JUST ONE WAY FOR YOU TO GO
DON'T CHU KNOW - LET'S GO NOW

YOU CAN SING EVERY SONG THAT'S BEEN SUNG
CONQUER THE MOON AND THE SUN
BUT IF YOU ASKED ME IT'S NOT IN THE RACE THAT YOU RUN
IT'S THE OUTCAST IN EACH ONE OF US

WHO GETS THE GIRL WHO IS TOO GLAMOROUS
THERE'S NO ONE TO DECEIVE, IT'S JUST ALL MAKE BELIEVE
DON'T CHU KNOW DON'T CHU KNOW DON'T CHU KNOW
DON'T CHU KNOW DON'T CHU KNOW DON'T CHU KNOW
DON'T CHU KNOW DON'T CHU KNOW DON'T CHU KNOW

Fruitcakes

Fruitcakes in the kitchen
Fruitcakes on the street
Struttin' naked through the cross walk
In the middle of the week

Half baked cookies in the oven
Half baked people on the bus
There's a little bit of fruitcake left in everyone of us

Paradise - Lost and found
Paradise - take a look around

I was out in California
Where I hear they have it all
They got riots, fires and mud slides
They got sushi in the mall
Water bars and Brontosaurs
Chinese modern lust
Shake and bake life with the quake
The secret's in the crust

Chorus

We lost our Martian rocket ship
The high paid spokesman said
Looks like that silly rocket ship
Has lost it's cone-shaped head

We spent ninety jillion dollars
Tryin' to get a look at Mars
I hear universal laughter
Ringing out among the stars

Fruitcakes in the galaxy
Fruitcakes on the Earth
Strut naked towards eternity
We've been that way since birth

Half baked cookies in the oven
Half baked people on the bus
There's a little bit of fruitcake left in everyone of us

Religion, religion.
Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa
Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa

Where's the church, who took the steeple
Religion's in the hands of some crazy ass people
Television preachers with bad hair and dimples
The God's honest truth is it's not that simple

It's the Buddhist in you, it's the pagan in me
It's the Muslim in him, she's Catholic ain't she?
It's that born again look, it's the wasp and the Jew
Tell me what's goin on, I ain't got a clue

Here come the big ones - Relationships -
We all got 'em, we all want 'em. What do we do with'em?

She said you've got to do your fair share
Now cough up half the rent
I treat my body like a temple
You treat yours like a tent

But the right word at the right time
May get me a little hug
That's the difference between lightening
And a harmless lightening bug

ChorusThe future - Captain's log - Star date 2000 and somethin'

We're seven years from the millennium
That's a science fiction fact
Stanley Kubrick and his buddy Hal
Now don't look that abstract

So I'll put on my Bob Marley tape
And practice what I preach
Get Ja lost in the reggae mon
As I walk along the beach

Stay in touch with my insanity
Really is the only way
It's a jungle out there kiddies
Have a very fruitful day

Six String Music

Turn off the TV
Turn off the crap
Kick off your high heels
Climb up in my lap
And I'll play music
A song from me to you

Simple six string music
A ballad or the blues

No interruptions from the telephone
Don't need call waiting
Just you and me alone
And my six string music
A song from me to you
Simple six string music
A ballad or the blues

Oh I remember that night in Africa
My daughter and my little guitar
Straddling the equator
The king of Zanzibar
Those shy black hidden faces
They didn't know me from Adam's cat
But the words and the singing
And the people in a ring
And the whole night went like that

Some folks like icing, some folks like cake
Some swim in the ocean, some paddle in a lake
You can get into Beethoven, you can groove on Jimmy Reed
But keep it simple stupid
All we really need

Is six string music
A song from me to you
Simple six string music
A ballad or the blues

Six string music
Ain't no symphony
It's just six string music
So elementary

Quietly Making Noise

Oscar Wilde died in bed
Several floors above my head
Living well beyond his means
In that crazy Paris scene
Rain falls down in sheets so clear
No one ever calls me here
Traveling by my self these days
I'm into jazz and felt berets
Far from the that old eastern shore
Searching for strange metaphors
I don't want to be another victim of fashion
I don't want to see my name in the paper each day
Leave that to the young Turks
They're more handsome and dashing
Posing for paparazzi's down Laguna way
Down in the metro I feel the world start to multiply
Bastille, rubber wheels, spiked heels, subterranean lullaby
Met an African prancer, a hemisphere dancer
Spied the ghost of Brassens
We smiled at the secret we shared
And I hid it like contraband

Chorus
Quietly making noise, making noise
Starts with kindergarten toys
Not too soft not too loud
Just enough to draw a crowd
Quietly, quietly, quietly making noise
Followed the beat, I found myself in this patois spot
Outside a blizzard was blowing but inside the joint was hot
Zouk songs, rubber thongs, sing-a-longs
The words flew right by my face
Rhythm and motions, a blamma jamma potion
You cannot erase
Quietly making noise, making noise
Pissin off the old killjoys
Glass packs on a hot Mustang
A Telecaster with a twang
Quietly, quietly, quietly making noise

Singers and writers and poets
Have flocked here for centuries
The city of light is built upon mountains of memories
Baritone saxophone, monotones
Speak of the voice I've heard before
It's a lasting impression
A Gypsy expression you cannot ignore.

Frenchman for the Night

From his driftwood castle
Comes a song I've heard before
A scratchy gramophone cuts to the bone
"La Vie En Rose" arpeggios
So the dream begins
And the song is amplified
Buy the Beaujolais, on Bastille day
He dances in the tide

Chorus
By the light of the moon
He's a Frenchman for the night
By the light of the moon
It'll be all right

Well it takes him back
To the days of love and war
And the girl he knew with eyes of blue
Waiting on the shore
If he'd only known
How the years would fly on by
Such a simple crime, he's run out of time
So he reaches for the sky

Chorus
Blame it on the Champs Elysees
Blame it on a tune
Blame it on the stroke of Monet
But you can't escape the moon

He sees the stars above
As the floor to heavens light
While the angels taunt "C'est une nuit blanche"
He's a Frenchman for the night

Chorus
From a driftwood castle
Comes a song I've heard before
A scratchy gramophone cuts to the bone
"La Vie En Rose" arpeggios

Sunny Afternoon

The tax man's taken all my dough
And left me in this stately home
Lazing on a sunny afternoon
And I can't even sail my yacht
He's taken everything I've got
All I got's this sunny afternoon

In the summertime
Save me, save me, save me from this squeeze
I got a big fat momma trying to break me
And I love to live so pleasantly
Live this life of luxury
Lazing on a sunny afternoon
In the summertime
My girlfriend's run off with my car
And gone back to her ma and pa
Telling tales of parrot heads and parties
And now I'm just sitting here
Sipping on this ice cold beer
Lazing on a sunny afternoon

In the summertime
Help me, help me, help me sail away
Well give me two good reasons why I ought to stay
Cause I love to live so pleasantly
Live this life of luxury
Lazing on a sunny afternoon
In the summertime
In the summertime
In the summertime

Save me, save me, save me from this squeeze
I got a big fat momma trying to break me
And I love to live so pleasantly
Live this life of luxury
Lazing on a sunny afternoon

In the summertime
Tax man's taken all my dough
Gonna find that passport and out of here I'll go

1966 Davray Music Ltd. (PRS), admin. by Unichappell Music, Inc. (
BMI)/ABKCO Music, Inc.
(BMI). All rights reserved. Used by permission.

Vampires, Mummies and the Holy Ghost

Vampires, Mummies And The Holy Ghost
Jimmy Buffett, Roger Guth, Peter Mayer, Jim Mayer

Looked in my laptop what did I see
A flashing message said today therapy
Rather walk through fire
Than converse with my shrink
But I'm getting better
That's what some people think

Talk about denial
And dysfunctional things
Head's like a bell somedays
It dongs and it dings
My brain playing tricks on me
It likes to shift gears
Spend lots of money
But I'm tackling my fears

Chorus
Vampires, Mummies and the Holy Ghost
These are the things that terrify me the most
No aliens, psychopaths or MTV hosts
Scares me like vampires, mummies and the Holy Ghost
Had a dream last night
Took a time traveling ride
Back to my childhood
Where those monsters reside
They snack on innocence
And dine on self-esteem
But I like to be in touch with what makes me scream

Chorus
I was never ever frightened
By the murderer on our block
He nurtured orchids and raised hamsters
The neighborhood is still in shock
La, la, la, la, la...

So many dragons lurking out in the fog
So many crazy people mumblin' monologues
It's not the tales of Stephen King that I've read
I need protection from the things in my head
Chorus

1994 Coral Reefer Music (BMI)/Alsation Music
(BMI)/Little Flock Music (BMI)/Cliffhanging
Music (BMI).
All rights reserved. Used by permission.

Disc 1 - Boats: Manana

She said I can't go back to America soon
It's so goddamn cold it's gonna snow until June
Yeah, they're freezin' up in Buffalo stuck in their cars
And I'm lyin' here 'neath the sun and the stars.
Customs man tell her that she's gotta leave
She's got a plan hidden up her shrewd sleeve
Wants to find her a captain, a man of strong mind
And any direction he blows will be fine.

Chorus:
Please don't say manana if you don't mean it
I have heard those words for so very long
Don't try to describe the ocean if you've never seen it
Don't ever forget that you just may wind up being wrong.

Tried and I tried but I don't understand
Never seems to work out the way I had it planned
Hanging out at a marina when Steve Martin called
Singin' anybody there really want to get small.

But women and water are in short supply
There's not enough dope for us all to get high
I hear it gets better, that's what they say
As soon as we sail on to Cane Garden Bay.

Chorus:
Please don't say manana if you don't mean it
I have heard your lines for so very long
Don't try to describe the scenery if you've never seen it
Don't ever forget that you just may wind up in my song.

Called all my friends on those cheap nightly rates
Sure was good to talk to the old United States
While the lights of St. Thomas lie twenty miles west
I see General Electric's still doing their best.

I've got to head this boat south pretty soon
New album's old and I'm fresh out of tunes
But I know that I'll get 'em, I know that they'll come
Through the people and places and Caldwood's Rum

Chorus:
So please don't say manana if you don't mean it
I have done your lines for so very long
Don't try to describe a Kiss concert if you've never seen it
Don't ever forget that you just may wind up being gone
And I hope Anita Bryant never does one of my songs.

Disc 1 - Boats: Treat Her Like A Lady

Some of us sailors call her home
She's big and she's strong and she's mighty
Some of us sailors call her our own
Guess that's the reason why I treat her like a lady
Treat her like a lady, just treat her like a lady

Now I don't like the sound of the ground movin' round
Or winds spinnin' out of control
California earthquakes only seem to make a' me
shake, rattle and roll

I been too long on the mainland
Hotels, rental cars and phones
Time to cast them aside, catch the very next tide
And go back where belong

Some of sailors call her home
She's big and she's strong and she's mighty
Some of us sailors call her our own
Guess that's the reason why I treat her like a lady
Treat her like a lady

Great whales travel the wrong lines
Dodging those deadly harpoons
Spawning their young as their ancestors done
In the depths of her hidden lagoons

There are times I find myself with them
And times I feel as they do
We're on a similar course it's just a different source
But I'm in danger of extinction too

Some of us sailors call her home
She big and she's strong and she's mighty
Some of us sailors call her our own
Guess that's the reason why I treat her like a lady
Treat her like a lady
Treat her like a lady
Treat her like a lady
And miss her when I'm gone.

Disc 1 - Boats: Nautical Wheelers

Nautical Wheelers who call themselves sailors
Play fiddle tunes under the stars.
Petticoats rustle, working shoes scuffle,
Hustle on down to the bars.

Where the jukebox is blastin'
and the liquor is flowing
an occasional bottle of wine.
That's cause everyone here is just more than
contented to be living and dying in three quarter time.

Chorus
And It's dance with me, dance with me
Nautical Wheelers.
Take me to stars that you know.
Come on and dance with me,
Nautical Wheelers
I want so badly to go.

Well the left foot it'll follow where the
Right foot has traveled down to the
Sidewalks unglued.
And into the street of my city so neat,
Where nobody cares what you do.
And Sonja's just grinnin'
And Phil is ecstatic and
Mason has jumped in the sea.
While I'm hangin' on to a line
from my sailboat oh,
Nautical Wheelers save me.

Chorus

Well the sunrise'll bring on the
sleep that's escaped us and
ev'ryone's off to their bed.
There'll be huggin' and sqeezin',
a little pleasin' and teasin'
and rubbin' of each others' head.
So won't you dream on comrades;
seems nothing affects you,
nothing, no reason nor rhyme.
That's cause ev'ryone here is just more than
contented to be living and dying in three quarter time.

Disc 1 - Boats: Take It Back

Open season on the open seas and
Captain says no prisoners please
Skull and crossbones on a background of black
We ain't stealin' we're just takin' back

We ain't stealin' we're just takin' back
Very simple plan of attack
It's our job and a labor of love
Take it home to the up above
We ain't stealin' we're just takin' back
Very simple statement of fact
Call it pillage or call it plunder
We're takin' it back from them boys down under

Hit us hard, took our treasure
That was the worst thing they could do
It will be our great pleasure
To take it back from that captain kangaroo

Yo ho ho, and a bottle of suds
It's a pirates fight we choose
No we don't want a bucket of blood
Just a cup is all we could use
Just a cup

The sails are up and the bets are down
Let's lighten up this harbor town
By hook or crook or new design
We're streakin' for that finish line

We ain't stealin' we're just takin' back
Very simple plan of attack
It's our job and a labor of love
Take it home to the up above
We ain't stealin' we're just takin' back
Very simple statement of fact
Call it pillage or call it plunder
We're takin' it back from them boys down under

We ask ourselves when we get in a fix
What would popeye do in a tight spot like this
He'd race for his true love and easily win it
In an old spinach can with a mast stuck in it

Lift us up, take us high
Time to let our spirits fly
Lift us up, take us high
Let us sail until we die

Lift us up, take us high
Let us float above the foam
Let our sails fill the sky
We are takin' our sweet treasure home

Take it back
We're takin' it back
Take it back!

Disc 1 - Boats: On A Slow Boat To China

I'd love to get you
On a slow boat to China
All to myself alone

Get you and keep you
In my arms ever more
Leave all your lovers
Weepin' on a far away shore

Out on the briny
With the moon big and shiny
Melting your heart of stone
Honey I'd love to get you
On a slow boat to China
All by myself alone

INSTRUMENTAL

I'd love to get ya
On a slow boat to China
All to myself alone
A twist in the rudder
And a rip in the sails
Drifting and dreamin'
Honey throw the compass over the rail

Out on the ocean
Far from all the commotion
Melting your heart of stone
Honey I'd love to get you
On a slow boat to China
All to myself alone.

Disc 1 - Boats: Changes In Latitudes, Changes In Attitudes

I took off for a weekend last month
Just to try and recall the whole year.
All of the faces and all of the places,
wonderin' where they all disappeared.
I didn't ponder the question too long;
I was hungry and went out for a bite.
Ran into a chum with a bottle of rum,
and we wound up drinkin' all night.

It's those changes in latitudes,
changes in attitudes nothing remains quite the same.
With all of our running and all of our cunning,
If we couldn't laugh, we would all go insane.

These changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes;
Nothing remains quite the same.
Through all of the islands and all of the highlands,
If we couldn't laugh we would all go insane

Reading departure signs in some big airport
Reminds me of the places I've been.
Visions of good times that brought
so much pleasure
makes me want to go back again.
If it suddenly ended tomorrow,
I could somehow adjust to the fall.
Good times and riches and son of a bitches,
I've seen more than I can recall...(to chorus)

I think about Paris when I'm high on red wine;
I wish I could jump on a plane.
And so many nights I just dream of the ocean.
God, I wish I was sailin' again.
Oh, yesterdays are over my shoulder,
So I can't look back for too long.
There's just too much to see waiting in front of me,
and I know that I just can't go wrong
with these...(to chorus)

Disc 1 - Boats: Captain And The Kid, The

I never use to miss the chance
to climb upon his knee and listen
to the many tales of life upon the sea.

We'd go sailing back on barkentines and
talk of things he did, tomorrow just a
day away for the Captain and the Kid.

His world had gone from sailing ships
to raking mom's back yard;
he never could adjust to land although
he tried so hard.

We both were growing older then and
wiser with our years;
that's when I came to understand
the course his heart still steers.

He died about a month ago
while winter filled the air,
and though I cried, I was so proud
to love a man so rare.

He's somewhere on the ocean now,
the place he ought to be;
with one hand on the starboard rail,
he's waving back at me.
For the Captain and this kid.

Disc 1 - Boats: One Particular Harbour

IA ORA TE NATURA
E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI
IA ORA TE NATURA
E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI

Nature lives (life to nature)
Have pity for the Earth
(Love the Earth)

I know I don't get there often enough
But God knows I surely try
It's a magic kind of medicine
That no doctor could prescribe

I used to rule my world from a pay phone
And ships out on the sea
But now times are rough
And I got too much stuff
Can't explain the likes of me

Chorus:
But there's this one particular harbour
So far but yet so near
Where I see the days as they fade away
And finally disappear

But now I think about the good times
Down in the Caribbean sunshine
In my younger days I was so bad
Laughin' about all the fun we had

I've seen enough to feel the world spin
Mixin' different oceans meetin' cousins
Listen to the drummers and the night sounds
Listen to the singers make the world go 'round

IA ORA TE NATURA
E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI
IA ORA TE NATURA
E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI

Lakes below the mountains
Flow into the sea
Like oils applied to canvas
They permeate through me

And there's that one particular harbour
Sheltered from the wind
Where the children play on the shore each day
And all are safe within

Most mysterious calling harbour
So far but yet so near
I can see the day when my hair's full gray
And I finally disappear

IA ORA TE NATURA
E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI
IA ORA TE NATURA
E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI

UA PAU TE MAITAI NO TE FENUA
RE ZAI NOA RA TE ORA O TE MITIE

Bounty of the land is exhausted
But there's still abundance on the sea

Disc 1 - Boats: Pirate Looks At Forty, A

Mother, mother ocean, I have heard you call,
Wanted to sail upon your waters
since I was three feet tall.
You've seen it all, you've seen it all.

Watch the men who rode you,
Switch from sails to steam.
And in your belly you hold the treasure
that few have ever seen, most of them dreams,
Most of them dreams.

Yes, I am a pirate two hundred years too late.
The cannons don't thunder there's nothin' to plunder
I'm an over forty victim of fate
Arriving too late, arriving too late.

I've done a bit of smugglin'
I've run my share of grass.
I made enough money to buy Miami,
But I pissed it away so fast,
Never meant to last, never meant to last.

I have been drunk now for over two weeks,
I passed out and I rallied and I sprung a few leaks,
But I've got to stop wishin',
Got to go fishin', I'm down to rock bottom again.
Just a few friends, just a few friends.

Instrumental

I go for younger women, lived with several awhile
And though I ran away, they'll come back one day.
And still could manage a smile
It just takes awhile, just takes awhile.

Mother, mother ocean, after all these years I've found
My occupational hazard being my occupations
just not around.
I feel like I've drowned,
Gonna head uptown.

Disc 2 - Beaches: Frank And Lola

Lola loves Frank, Frankie loves Lola
On their second honeymoon in Pensacola
Tryin' to find a little privacy, oh me
There'd been too much screamin', fussin' and fightin'
The doggies were yellin', the children were bitin'
Frank and Lola tryin' to get together again

So he took her to this movie called "Body Heat"
She said, "The Junior Mints were mushy and the sex was neat.
Oh my, Frankie weren't we better than that before our spat."
Frankie told Lola, "Honey, can't you see that I'll jump start you if
you'll kick start me."
Frankie and Lola, tryin' to get together again.

So they strolled along the highway, they walked along the beach
They stopped at several raw bars where they slurped a dozen each
Bought a bunch of popcorn from the fat man on the dock
Baby, turn back the pages, turn round the clock.

Lola told Frank, "Time we put it to the test."
After Frankie told Lola she was stil the best
They fell asleep in the sand underneath the Florida moon in June.
Lola counted rainbows, Frankie counted sheep
Til they almost got run over by the lifeguards' jeep
Frank and Lola tryin' to get together again.

Go, Frank, go
Lola, lo
Go Frank, go, wow

So they strolled along the highway, they walked along the beach
Stopped at several raw bars where they slurped a dozen each
Bought a bunch of popcorn from the fat man on the dock
Baby turn back the pages, turn 'round the clock.

Lola loves Frank, Frankie loves Lola
On their second honeymoon in Pensacola
Trying to find a little priva
Trying to find a little priva
Trying to find a little privacy

Go, Frank, go
Lola, lo
Go, Mango

Disc 2 - Beaches: Tin Cup Chalice

I want to go back to the island,
Where the shrimp boats tie up to the pilin'.
Give me oysters and beer for dinner ev'ry day of the year,
And I'll feel fine, I'll feel fine.

Chorus:
'Cause I want to be there,
I want to go back down and lie beside the sea there.
With a tin cup for a chalice
Fill it up with good red wine,
And I'm-a chewin' on a honeysuckle vine.

Yeah, now the sun goes slidin' 'cross the water;
Sailboats, they go searchin' for the breeze.
Salt air it ain't thin,
It can stick right to your skin,
And make you feel fine.
It makes you feel fine.

Repeat Chorus.

Yes, and now you heard my strange proposal;
Get that Packard up and let's move.
I want to be there before the day
Tries to steal away and leave us behind;
I've made up my mind;

Repeat Chorus

Disc 2 - Beaches: Knees Of My Heart

I've got a question for you
Please grant me an interview
Don't want to read it in a magazine
Don't want to see it on the silver screen
Don't let the craziness tear us apart

I'm down on the knees of my heart
Down here on the knees of my heart

This comes from deep in my soul
Your sweet love has taken control
I'll swim across the ocean if you tell me so
I'll take you to the jump up if you want to go
It never is too late to make a brand new start

I'm down here on the knees of my heart
Down here on the knees of my heart

Oh how I will sing if you give me everything
I live for the day when there's nothing in our way

I will be waiting tonight
You'll find my boat by the light
I'm gonna show you what my love can do
Out on the ocean all alone with you
We'll find a desert island on an ancient chart

Take me from the knees of my heart
Take me from the knees of my heart
Take me from the knees of my heart
Take me from the knees of my heart

Disc 2 - Beaches: When The Coast Is Clear

They're closin' down the hangout
The air is turnin' cool
They'r shuttin' off the "superslide"
The kids are back in school

The tourist traps are empty
Vacancy abounds
Almost like it used to be
Before the circus came to town

(CHORUS)
That's when it always happens
Same time every year
I come down to talk to me
When the coast is clear

Hello mister other me
It's been a long time
We hardly get to have these chats
That in itself's a crime

So tell me all your troubles
I'll surely tell you mine
We'll laugh and smoke and cuss and joke
And have a glass of wine

(CHORUS)
That's where it always happens
Same place every year
I come down and talk to me
When the coast is clear

(INSTRUMENTAL)

It's the only place he knows
Where it always happens
Same place every year
I come down and talk to me
When the coast is clear

Disc 2 - Beaches: Distantly In Love

Pay phones all were ringing as the crowd went roarin' by
Lovely dancers swaying to an island lullaby
Beside the southern ocean taking stock of what's to be
Writing you this letter that you'll probably never see

Chorus:
But I can't help but be
Ruled by inconsistency
Not unique just distantly in love

Tried to phone from Paris thinking
Things could be arranged
Me and you could rendezvous
But I found your number changed
So I drove to San Remo where
The crazy painter dwells
And toasted our old photographs
Still up there on his shelf

But I can't help but be
Ruled by my antiquity
Not unique just distantly in love
I can't be the one to fill
Your times and all your places
I can't be the one to fill
Your blanks and empty spaces

I heard it from a friend of ours
I saw in Timber Bay
That you had a new lover who had
Stolen you away
That could be be the reason that
I never got in touch
And may present slight problems
If he loves you half as much

Chorus
As I who can't help but be
Ruled by my antiquity
Not unique just distantly in love
You know I can't help but be
Part of my own philosophy
Not unique just distantly in love

Disc 2 - Beaches: Coconut Telegraph

Tuesday on the island
Not much goin' on
The parties are all over
They ended just past dawn

But the jungle drums are beating
With the tales from late last night
Cause the stories bear repeating
For everyones delight

Chorus
You can hear it on the coconut telegraph
Can't keep nothin' under their hat
You can hear 'em on the coconut telegraph
Sayin' who did dis and dat
Dis and dat dis and dat

Now I'm not one to deal in gossip
But was he that big of fool?
To do a belly buster high dive
And miss the entire pool?

Now what's the word on sweet Melissa?
And the kid nobody knew
Did Ricardo ever find her?
I swear it's just between me and you

Chorus
You can hear it on the coconut telegraph
By now everybody knows
You can hear it on the coconut telegraph
Just who comes and goes
Comes and goes comes and goes

It's humpday on the island
And the lines have all gone dead
All the juicy news is history
I guess everything's been said

But when the eagle flies on Friday
And the boys break out the rum
Then the joint begins to jumpin'
And you'll hear those hot lines hum

Chorus
Put it on the coconut telegraph
All the celebration and the stress
Put it on the coconut telegraph
In twenty-five words or less

Disc 2 - Beaches: I Have Found Me A Home

The days drift by
They don't have names
And none of the streets here look the same
And there are so many quiet places
And smilin' eyes match the smilin' faces.

(Chorus)
And I have found me a home
Yes, I have found me a home
And you can have the rest of everything I own
'Cause I have found me a home.

My old red bike
Gets me around
To the bars and the beaches of my town
And there aren't many reasons I would leave
Yes, I have found me some peace.

And the ladies aren't demanding there
They never ask too much
And when you're coming off a cold love
That's sure a nice warm touch.
(Chorus)

The days drift by
They don't have names
And none of the streets here look the same
And there aren't many reasons I would leave
Yes, I have found me some peace
Yes, I have found me a home.

1973 American Broadcasting Music, Inc. (ASCAP)
All Rights Reserved

Disc 2 - Beaches: Cheeseburger In Paradise

Tried to amend my carnivorous habits.
Made it nearly seventy days,
Losin' weight without speed, eatin' sunflower seeds,
Drinkin' lots of carrot juice and soakin' up rays.

But at night I'd have these wonderful dreams
Some kind of sensuous treat.
Not zucchini, fettuccine, or bulgur wheat,
But a big warm bun and a huge hunk of meat.

Cheeseburger in paradise.
Heaven on earth with an onion slice.
Not too particular, not too precise.
I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise.

I like mine with lettuce and tomato,
Heinz Fifty-seven and French fried potatoes.
Big kosher pickle and a cold draft beer.
Well, good God Almighty, which way do I steer
For my cheeseburger in paradise.

Verse 2:
Heard about the old time sailor men,
They eat the same thing again and again;
Warm beer and bread they say could raise the dead.
Well, it reminds me of the menu at a Holiday Inn.

But times have changed for sailors these days.
When I'm in port I get what I need;
Not just Havanas or banana or daiquiris,
But that American creation on which I feed!

Cheeseburger is paradise medium rare with Muenster'd be nice
Not too particular, not too precise
I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise.

I like mine with lettuce and tomato
Heinz 57 and French fried potatoes
Big kosher pickle and a cold draft beer
Well, good god Almighty which way do I steer

For a cheeseburger in paradise
Makin' the best of every virtue and vice.
Worth every damn bit of sacrifice
To get a cheeseburger in paradise;
To be a cheeseburger in paradise.
I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise.

Disc 3 - Bars: Fins

She came down from Cincinnati.
It took her three days on the train.
Lookin' for some peace and quiet;
hoped to see the sun again.
But now she lives down by the ocean.
She's takin' care to look for sharks.
They hang out in the local bars,
And they feed right after dark.

Chorus
Can't you feel 'em circlin' (closin'in) honey?
Can't you feel 'em swimmin' around?
You got fins to the left, fins to the right,
and you're the only bait in town.
You got fins to the left, fins to the right,
and you're the only girl in town.

She's savin' up all of her money.
Wants to head south in May;
Maybe roll in the sand with a rock'n'roll man,
Somewhere down Montserrat way.
But the money's good in the season;
Helps to lighten her load.
Boys keep her high as the months go by.
She's gettin' postcards from the road.

Chorus
Sailed off to Antigua.
It took her three days on a boat.
Lookin' for some peace and quiet;
Maybe keep her dreams afloat.
But now she feels like a remora,
'cause the school's still close at hand.
Just behind the reef are the big white teeth
of the sharks that can swim on the land.

Disc 3 - Bars: Livingston Saturday Night

You got your Tony Lama's on your jeans pressed tight,
You take a few tokes, make you feel all right,
Rockin' and rollin' on a Livingston Saturday Night.

Pickup's washed and you just got paid.
With any luck at all you might even get laid,
'Cause they're pickin' and a-kickin'
on a Livingston Saturday Night.

So won't you listen to the sound of a hot country band,
Boot heels shufflin' on the dance floor Sam
Sing a song, play some pong, shoot a little pool,
Hittin' on the honeys right out of high school.
Yeah, fifteen may get you twenty,
but that's all right,
"Cause they're rockin and a rollin' on a
Livingston Saturday Night

So won't you listen to the sound of the hot country band,
Boot heels shufflin' on the dance floor Sam,
Hum a song, play some pong, eat a deviled egg,
Temperature is rising, better pop another keg.

Fifteen may get you twenty, but that's all right,
'Cause they'll be rockin' and a rollin' on a
Livingston Saturday Night.

Disc 3 - Bars: Cuban Crime Of Passion

Billy Voltaire was a piano player up from Miami way
He used to play in the bars, he could sound like the stars
The ladies would pay and pay
Then one night he did wind up playin' in Havana town
And nobody knew, least Billy Voltaire that these were his final sounds.

'Cause he met up with Meritta, a dancer in from the Coast
Half woman, half child, she drove him half wild
He loved that lady the most
'Til one night he did find her in the arms of Shrimper Dan
So he pulled a knife, took poor Danny's life
And then he turned his own cold hand.

(Chorus)
And it's just a Cuban crime of passion
Messy and old fashioned
Yeah, that's what the papers did say
It's just a Cuban crime of passion
Anejo and knives a slashin'
But that's what the people like to read about
Up in America, up in America.

Well, they never found Meritta, some people say she got ill
And Billy Voltaire had no one to claim him, he was buried on pauper's hill
And no one talks about 'em no more, it happened just a week ago
But people get by and people get high
In the tropics they come and they go.

(Repeat chorus)

1973 American Broadcasting Music, Inc. (ASCAP)
All Rights Reserved

Disc 3 - Bars: Wino And I Know, The

The ice cream man he's a hillbilly fan,
He's got seventy-eights by Hank Snow;
Walks down the street, shufflin' his feet,
To the rhythm that only he knows.
And I've seen him in so many places,
I saw him the night I was born;
In a Bourbon Street bar I received my first scar
From an old man so tattered and torn.

And the Wino and I know the pains of street singin'
Like the door-to-door salesman knows
the pains of bell ringin'
It's a strange situation,
a wild occupation,
Living my life like a song.

Well the coffee is strong
at the Cafe Du Monde,
And the donuts are too hot to touch;
But just like a fool, when those
sweet goodies cool, I ate 'til I ate way too much.
Cause I'm livin' on things that excite me,
Be they pastries or lobsters or love;
I'm just tryin' to get by being quiet and shy,
In a world full of pushin' and shove.

And the Wino and I know the pains of backbustin',
Like the farmer knows the pain of his pick-up
truck rustin'.
It's a strange situation, a wild occupation,
Living my life like a song.

Sweet Senorita, Won't you please come with me?
Back to the island, honey, back to the sea;
Back to the only place that I want to be.

And the Wino and I know the joys of the ocean,
Like a boy knows the joys of his milkshake
in motion.
It's a strange situation, a wild occupation,
Living my life like a song.

Disc 3 - Bars: Great Filling Station Holdup, The

I pulled into the regular pump
I was feelin' quite at ease
I rolled down my window and told the man
"Fifty cents worth, please"
Then out jumped my partner
With his trusty pellet gun
He said, "Boy, this is a holdup
Keep pumpin' and don't run."

(Chorus)
And now I wish I was somewhere other than here
Down in some honky tonk, sippin; on a beer
Yes I wish I was somewhere other than here
Cause that great fillin' station holdup
Cost me two good years.

We got fifteen dollars and a can of STP
A big ole jar of cashew nuts and a Japanese TV
Feelin' we had pulled the biggest heist of our career
We're wanted men-we'll strike again!
But first let's have a beer.

(Chorus)
We were sittin' in the Krystal
About as drunk as we could be
In walked the deputy sheriff
He was holding our TV
He roughed us, then he cuffed us
And he took us off to jail
No picture on a poster, no reward, and no bail.

(Repeat chorus)

1973 Let There Be Music, Inc. (ASCAP)
All Rights Reserved

Disc 3 - Bars: Elvis Imitators

[Spoken:]
Thank you very much ladies and gentlemen.
I'd like to do this next song especially for you. and for the king

Well....I walk up to the mike
and and then I shake my hips
I take a deep breath and put a snare on my lips
See me on the street you wouldn't know my name
But imitating Elvis is my claim to fame
So when you put my imitation name in lights
There'll be imitation good rockin' tonight

Cuz I'm an an Elvis imitator and I just can't stop
Imitating Elvis from the bottom to the top
Imitate the way he talked, the way he smiled
I throw away my scarf and make the crowd go wild
This imitation Elvis may not be the king
But baby I'm the next best thing

Singing Viva Las Vegas and the G.I. Blues
Won't you love me tender in my blue suede shoes
Well let me be your teddy bear, if you must
Oh baby please surrender, 'cause I need your touch
Well if you feelin' lonely, need a place to dwell
Come on down to imitation heartbreak hotel

We're gonna rock (rock rock rock)
Ooooh we're gonna rock (rock rock rock)
Ooooh we're gonna rock (rock rock rock)
Ooooh we're gonna rock (rock rock rock)

Yeah my gold lamee cape and my sequined suit
Pompadou haircut and my high-heeled boots
Imitating elvis is the only way
I can make it through my imitation day
I know this rocking music can't be denied
Cause I was imitating him before he died

Well I'm an an Elvis imitator and I just can't stop
Imitating elvis from the bottom to the top
I imitate the way he walked, the way he smiled
I throw away my scarf and make the crowd go wild
This imitation elvis may not be the king
But baby I'm the next best thing

Yeah rock (rock rock rock)
Ooooh we're gonna rock (rock rock rock)
Ooooh we're gonna rock (rock rock rock)
Ooooh we're gonna rock (rock rock rock)

Well baby, it's the next, best thing

[Spoken:]
Thank you very much ladies and gentlemen Viva las vegas Viva las vegas

Disc 3 - Bars: Pencil Thin Mustache

Now they make new movies in old black and white,
With happy endings, where nobody fights,
So if you find yourself in that nostalgic rage,
Honey, jump right up and show your age.

I wish I had a pencil-thin mustache,
the "Boston Blackie" kind, or a
two-toned Ricky Ricardo jacket,
and an autographed picture of Andy Divine.

Oh, I remember bein' buck toothed and skinny
Writin' fan letters to Sky's niece Penny.
Oh, I wish I had a pencil-thin mustache,
then I could solve some mysteries too.
Oh it's Bandstand, Disneyland, growin up fast,
Drinkin' on a fake I.D.
And Rama of the jungle was everyone's Bawana,
But only jazz musicians were smokin marijuana.
Yeah, I wish I had a pencil-thin mustache,
then I could solve some mysteries too.

But then it's flat-top, dirty bop, copin' a feel'
grubbin on the living room floor;
They send you off to college to try to gain
a little knowledge,
But all you want to do is learn how to score.
Yeah, but now I'm gettin' old, don't wear underwear,
I don't go to church, and I don't cut my hair;
But I can go to movies and see it all there,
Just the way that it use to be.

That's why I wish I had a pencil-thin mustache
the "Boston Blackie" kind, or a
two-toned Ricky Ricardo jacket,
And an autographed picture of Andy Divine.

Oh, I could be anyone I wanted to be,
Maybe suave Eerol Flynn or the Sheik of Araby.
If I only had a pencil-thin mustache,
then I could do some crusing too.

Yeah, Brylcreem, a little dab'll do yah,
Oh, I could do some cruising too.

Disc 3 - Bars: Desperation Samba (Halloween In Tijuana)

Halloween in Tijuana
Full moon in my eyes
I wonder how in the hell I got here
Without a disguise

Should I take this last step
or turn myself around
or follow my intuition into that border town

Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico
Do the despreation samba con nos amigos
Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico
Do the desperation samba con nos amigos

Pretty girls they beckon
From their rooms above
Skeletons are dancing
in the name of love

Don't know where I'm going
Don't like where I've been
There may be no exit
But hell I'm going in

Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico
Do the desperation samba con nos amigos
Yo quiero a bailer en Mexico
Do the desperation samba con nos amigos

Hear the people singing the same old
haunting tune
I drink because I know it's me against the moon

Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico
Do the desperation samba con nos amigos

Disc 4 - Ballads: Incommunicado

Travis McGee's still in Cedar Key
That's what John McDonald said
My rendezvous so long overdue
With all of the things I've sung and read
They still apply to me, they all make sense in time

Chorus
But now I'm incommunicado
Driving by myself down the road with a hole in it
Songs with no bravado
Takin' the long way home

Now on the day that John Wayne died
I found myself on the continental divide
Tell me where do we go from here?
Think I'll ride into Leadville and have a few beers
Think of "Red River", "Liberty Valence" can't believe
the old man's gone

Chorus
But now he's incommunicado
Leaving such a hole in a world that believed
That a life with such bravado
Was taking the right way home

So when I finished the last line
I put the book by itself on the shelf
With my heart in it
Never wasting time takin' the right way home
I know you're never wastin' time
Findin' the right way home

Still I am incommunicado
Livin' next door to a leg with a pin in it
Never wastin' time, takin' the right way home

Disc 4 - Ballads: Ballad Of Spider John

Spider John is my name friend
I'm in between freights and I sure would be obliged
If you'd share your company
I know this may sound strange to you
But if you wait 'til the song is sung and the story's told
You might come to understand
Why I'm old and bent and devil's been runnin' out of time
When I long ago held a royal flush in my hand.

Oh, I was a super market fool, I was a roll-the-bank, a
stool pigeon,
Robbing my hometown
I thought I'd lost the blues, yes, I thought I'd paid my dues
I thought I'd found the life to suit my style

But here I sit ol' Spider John
The robber man
Long, tall and handsome
Yes, ol' Spider John with the loaded hand
Taking ransom

Then one day I met Diamond Lil
She was the sweetest thing, I declare,
That the summer breeze ever blown my way
But, lady, she had no idea my illustrious occupation
She thought I was a saint, not a sinner gone astray
But you see that word got around and Lily left town
Never saw her again
Tossin' and turnin', causin' my heart to grieve

Oh, I was a super market fool, I was roll-the-bank, stool pigeon
Robbing my hometown.
I thought I'd lost my blues, thought I'd paid my dues
I thought I'd found the life to suit my style.
But here I sit ol' Spider John,
The robber man
Long, tall and handsome
Yes, ol' Spider John with the loaded hand
Taking ransom

That is all my story
Been these thirty years since I took to the road
Find my precious jewel one
If you see my Lily, won't you give her my regards
Tell her ol' Spider got tangled
In the black web that he spun

You can tell her that ol' Spider got tangled
In the black web that he spun

Disc 4 - Ballads: Everlasting Moon

The sky revealed the rumor
In a misty gray cocoon
Some angry baby-boomers
Stole the everlasting moon

They found a new location
Clear and poison free
In a distant constellation
Oh, they called it lunacy

Hangin' in the sky
The perfect alibi
Baby come outside with me
There's a moon you've got to see
Smiling every place
With his laser-painted face
Light of love in each moonbeam
Want you step into my dream
Everlasting moon

Back when nature ruled the heavens
Oh gypsies, fools, and loons
Were dragged across the ocean
By that everlasting moon

When it goes from full to crescent
I move in and out of tune
It's the envy of the kremlin
It's our everlasting moon

Shinin' in the sky
The perfect alibi
Baby come outside with me
There's this moon you've got to see
Smiling every place
With his laser-painted face
Light of love in each moonbeam
Want you step into my dream
Everlasting moon
Everlasting moon

Disc 4 - Ballads: He Went To Paris

He went to Paris looking for answers
To questions that bothered him so
He was impressive, young and aggressive
Saving the world on his own.
But the warm Summer breezes
The French wines and cheeses
Put his ambition at bay
And Summers and Winters
Scattered like splinters
And four or five years slipped away.

Then he went to England, played the piano
And married an actress named Kim
They had a good life, she was a good wife
Bore him a young son named Jim.
And all of the answers and all of the questions
He locked in his attic one day
'Cause he liked the quiet clean country living
And twenty more years slipped away.

Well the war took his baby, the bombs killed his lady
And left him with only one eye
His body was battered, his world was shattered
And all he could do was just cry.
While the tears were falling, he was recalling
The answers he never found
So he hopped on a freighter, skidded the ocean
And left England without a sound.

Now he lives in the islands, fishes the pilin's
And drinks his green label each day
He's writing his memoirs and losing his hearing
But he don't care what most people say.
Through eighty-six years of perpetual motion
If he likes you he'll smile then he'll say
Jimmy, some of it's magic, some of it's tragic
But I had a good life all the way.

And he went to Paris looking for answers
To questions that bother him so.

1973 American Broadcasting Music, Inc. (ASCAP)
All Rights Reserved

Disc 4 - Ballads: Changing Channels

Girl of a thousand faces
From a long line of basket cases
Daughter of a fortune teller
Oh the lovely Isabella

CHORUS

She's changing channels
Stayin' on her toes
She's just changin' channels
As she goes

This place is full of beachhead sailors
Fisherman and old retailers
Simple lives are so deep seated
and history always gets repeated
Some folks see a birds eye view
Others haven't got a clue
Some will go and some will stay
It doesn't matter anyway

CHORUS

They are changin' channels
Crazy girls and boys
They'll be changin' channels
Changin' toys

Survivors of tidal waves
children of former slaves
don't it that they behave
Like it's another world

There's an island in the ocean
Where the people stay in motion
Somewhere on the old gulf stream
Do they live or did I dream

CHORUS

They were changin' channels
Waitin' for their sails to fill
They were changin' channels
Always will

They'll be changin' channels
Waitin' for their sails to fill
They'll be changing channels
Always will

Disc 4 - Ballads: Twelve Volt Man

I never got a grip in penmanship
Could never make those small l's flow
Seldom found the trick to arithmetic
Three plus two be faux pas
But ask for some palm trees
Or tales from the South Seas

I never had the clout to knock one out
But hitting was the name of my game
Standing on third as the coaches conferred
So close to my first claim to fame

Just give me the steal sign
And I'll make home plate mine
And I just might turn some heads

Sometimes I may get a little drastic
Sometimes I just let my feelings show
Sometimes I may be a bit sarcastic
Most times that's the way the story goes

Now I know this Joe down in Mexico
He went there to work on his tan
For years he's been plugged into blenders and songs
They call him the Twelve Volt Man

He don't need no charge card
Just give him a die-hard
And he'll make sparks fly round your head
Or just ask for some palm trees
Or tales from the South Seas
And I'll make sparks fly round your head
Round your head
In your head
In your head

Disc 2 - Beaches: Who's The Blonde Stranger?

Nothing like this way out in west Texas
Galveston Bay is a whole other world
My wife's in her room getting over her sunburn
How would Louis Lamore get me next to that girl?

She tells me her tan is the same way all over
She asks me to dance and says, "Keep your boots on"
She never met a number one cowboy
We rolled in the sand and drank rum until dawn

Who's the blonde stranger"
Who entered my life"
Making me over on the moonlight
This side of Texas is all new to me
Who's the blonde stranger who lives by the sea?

I stayed up all night and for me that's the first time
Sneak in the room just as cool as I can
Pull back the sheets and the bed is all empty
Except for a note left by some guy named Dan

My head got all light and the room started spinning
I stepped outside just to get some fresh air
Out on a wave was my own darling Lola
And some pretty boy with bleach in his hair

Who's the blonde stranger out there with my wife?
What were they doing in the moonlight?
This side of Texas is all new to me
Who are these strangers who live by the sea?

Back on the ranch and everything's normal
Beach blanket bingo comes on the TV
We talk in our sleep and then the next morning
I ask her who's Dan and she asks who's Marie?

Disc 3 - Bars: Why Don't We Get Drunk

I really do appreciate the fact you're sittin' here
Your voice sounds so wonderful
But your face don't look too clear
So, Barmaid, bring a pitcher, another round of brew
Honey, why don't we get drunk and screw.

(Chorus)
Why don't we get drunk and screw
I just bought a waterbed filled up for me and you
They say you are a snuff queen, Honey, I don't think that's true
So, why don't we get drunk and screw.
(Instrumental)
(Repeat chorus)

1973 Let There Be Music, Inc. (ASCAP)
All Rights Reserved

Disc 3 - Bars: They Don't Dance Like Carmen No More

Walkin' down new streets the music is loud
Neon signs bring in tumultuous crowds
But I'm just an old man, I'd probably get sore
'Cause they don't dance like Carmen no more.

She and old Cougie, my what a pair
Doin' the Rhumba as no one else dared
Slidin' and glidin' 'cross Hollywood floors
But they don't dance like Carmen no more.

She had a big hat, my it was high
Had bananas and mangos all piled to the sky
And how she could balance them, I wouldn't dare
'Cause they don't dance like Carmen nowhere

But the lady's not with us, she died long ago
And they don't run her movies on late midnight shows
'Cause the kids would get restless, and the grown-ups would snore
'Cause they don't dance like Carmen no more.
(Repeat second verse)

1973 American Broadcasting Music, Inc. (ASCAP)
All Rights Reserved

Disc 1 - Boats: Havana Daydreamin'

Stashed his trash in Ecuador, bought a good suit of clothes.
Flew on up to Mexico, standin' by the shore.
Waiting for some mystery man, to pay him for his time.
Thinkin' about all the money he made,
couldn't help to ease his mind
Havana daydreamin' oh he's just dreamin' his life away.

Daddy shucked that sugar cane,
One day he fell dead.
Jesus had a wanderin' feelin'
Swimmin around in his head.
Sailin' on a midnight boat,
There were no questions asked,
Water's so green and the air was so clean
That he stuck right to his task, Havana daydreamin',
Oh he's just schemin', his life away.

Ceilin' fan stirs the air
Cigar smoke did swirl,
A fragrance on the pillow case
And he thinks about the girl.
Spillin' wine wine and sharin' good times
She sure could make him smile.
He pays her well but what the hell
He'll be movin' in a little while, Havana daydreamin',
Havana daydreamin'
Oh he'll be dreamin' his life away.

Disc 3 - Bars: The Weather Is Here, Wish You Were Beautiful

He worked hard all year just wanted a few weeks alone
But his old lady's into modeling,
She can't stay away from the phone
Besides she bitches about the mosquitoes
She says "Down there there is nothing to do"
Her goddamn phone never stops ringing
He'll try the service in a day maybe two

Well, he's on his third drink before the
wheels of the plane leave the ground
Making points with the stewardess
climbing over Long Island Sound
She's also spending some time on the island
Too much city madness gives her the blues
They make a date to go dancing and dining
Seems neither has that much to lose

Chorus
The weather is here I wish you were beautiful
My thoughts aren't too clear but don't run away
My girlfiend's a bore, my job is too dutiful
Hell, nobody's perfect would you like to play
I feel together today

Well now that was just the start of
a well-deserved over due binge
Meanwhile back in the city certain
people are starting to cringe
His lawyers are calling his parents
His girlfriend doesn't know what to think
His partners are studying their options
He's just singing and ordering drinks

Chorus
The weather is here I wish you were beautiful
The skies are too clear life's easy today
The beer is too cold, the daquiri's too fruitiful
There's no place like home when it's this far away
I don't care what they say

He's going back to New York pack it up
and let everyone know
It was something that he should have done
such a long time ago
Still time to start a new life in the palm trees
Billy Clyde wasn't insane
And it doesn't work out there'll never be any doubt
That the pleasure was worth all the pain

Chorus
The weather is here I wish you were beautiful
The skies are too clear, life is easy today
The beer is too cold, the daquiri's too fruitiful
There's no place like home when it's this far away
I need time for to play
Time for to play

Disc 4 - Ballads: If The Phone Doesn't Ring, It's Me

There are oceans of feelings between us
Currents that take us and sweep us away
That's why we seldom have seen us
In the light of a cold hard day

Lots of new friends with the same old answers
Open your eyes, you might see
Of our lives were that simple
We'd live in the past
If the phone doesn't ring, it's me

If the phone doesn't ring
You'll know that it's me
I'll be out in the eye of the storm
If the phone doesn't ring
you'll know that I'll be
Where someone can make me feel warm
It's too bad we can't turn
and live in the past
If the phone doesn't ring, it's me

I've had good days and bad days
And going half mad days
I try to let go but you're still on my mind
I've lost all the old ways
I'm searching for new plays
Putting it all on the line

Lots of new friends with the same old problems
Open your eyes, you might see
If our lives were that simple
We'd live in the past
If the phone doesn't ring, it's me

If it takes all the future
We'll live through the past
If the phone doesn't ring, it's me

The City

Ahh
Ah, ahh
Ah, ahh

As a child on the farm
I was warned of the wiles of the city
Of that demon disguise
There's the dirt in the skies of the city

Well they say the proximity warps their minds
'Til they're shooting one another just to pass the time
And we live it appears
Both in spite and in fear of the city

Ooh, ooh yeah
Ooh

I was constantly told
How our lives were controlled by the city
How they keep us in debt
With the trends that they set it's a pity

Now the beautiful people in the magazines
Got the normal ones living beyond their means
And the things that they said
Made me go in my head to the city

Ooh
Ahh
Ah, ahh
Ah, ahh

When I finally came
There's some things still the same in the city
You still lie under the thumb
Of the rich and the young and the pretty

Well they weren't much different than we might act
If there was that many others stacked and closely packed
It's an ancient idea
But it struck me so clear in the city

Oooh, ooh yeah
Ooh, ooh yeah
Ooh

Ahh
Ah, ahh
Ah, ahh

Today's Message

"Oh yes. Welcome, welcome all. In the middle of this parrothead madness this evening we thought it would be appropriate to take a few minutes of your time to reflect on a little spiritual, spiritual healing. Heal'em up sister. We have such a choir with us this evening. We can't wait to hear all of you sing with us. That's why we're here. We heard you all on a couple of songs already. The only thing is, it's not nice to beat Jimmy to the words of his own song." "Yes, we white people been working on rhythm for a while but we've got a long way to go. So when we get to this next song we'd like for you to sing. I know that some of you may be a little hesitant here. The climate that's going around these days because some pea-brained people think that some of my songs are obscene and nasty. We know better don't we?

But I just feel sorry for the ones that don't. It's just that the times have moved so far ahead of 'em they're back in the pea-brained past."

"Time has moved so fast, I will give you a couple of examples. Today, a pair of tennis shoes costs more than a lot of your first automobiles did. I had a hundred dollar pick-up truck back in those days. I know. Can I get an AMEN for a hundred dollar pick-up truck?"

"Today there are two Madonnas. Our Lady of Fatima over here, and that woman from Michigan runnin' around Italy with Warren Beatty over here. Looks like Helen of Troy. Sue me baby sue me, yeah."

"And uh, we don't want you to think of this song in those terms because this song that we're about to get you to help us with is not a nasty, obscene song. It is a love song, from a slightly different point of view, that's all. And before we sing it we just want to bring you a little message of peace, prosperity, and hope in such a trouble world today. But Reverened Jim has a few things he thinks could work to solve our world problems and our world tensions."

"First of all, we send all the presidents of the savings and loans associations over to run the country of Iraq. That would solve two problems right there. And world peace, I've got an answer for world peace. We take the money that it'd cost us to build just one B-1 bomber, that one that doesn't work. We change it into five dollar bills. We put all of this money into bags and we fly over the Atlantic Ocean, past Europe because they're getting their shit togehter anyway. We drop this money on the Russian people. All those little tiny pictures of Abraham Lincoln come tumblin' down out of the sky. I want them to feel those sawbucks in their hands. You know how your money feels when you accidently leave it in your blue jeans and you take it out and it's all warm and soft, oooh! Well we let those Russian people hang on to that money for about a week and then we fly back over there. We fill our airplanes full of mail order catalogs from L.L. Bean. From up in Columbus, Sporty's Pilot Shop. And Victoria's Secret! The Russian people have this money in their hand, the catalogs come down. They look at those pictures on the opening pages of the Victoria's Secret catalog, not back in the outdoors section, you know what I'm talking about right? They got the money, they got the catalogs, they're going to get the idea. They send all the money back to us to buy the stuff. We have full employment. There's world peace, and the Russians have crotch-less underwear through the twenty-first century! Thank you!"

"So I hope you have no hesitation about joining us in this song. As I said, it is just a love song, from a different point of view."

A Love Song (From a Different Point of View)

"Okay"
I really do appreciate the fact you're sittin' here
Your voice sounds so wonderful
But yer face don't look too clear
Bar maid bring a pitcher, another round o' brew
"Alright let's here it"
Why (don't we get drunk and screw)
"You're on the record!"

Why don't we get drunk and screw
I just bought a water bed, it's filled up for me and you
They say you are a snuff queen

Honey I don't think that's true
So, why don't we get drunk and screw.

"I can't wait for 'em to put that label on my live album.
You're sounding absolutely wonderful out there, but we have invited the all girls choir from Lima,
Ohio down here and we can't here them too well now.
We'd like all of you gentlemen out in the audience to just sorta take a break,
sit back and let's let these beautiful women of the Nineties tell us how they feel about it.
Ladies are you ready? On the count of four. One, two, three, four."

Why (don't we get drunk and screw)
"Whoo yeah!"
I just bought a waterbed it's filled up with Elmer's glue."
They say you are a snuff queen
Let's see what all you macho men can do
Why (don't we get drunk and screw)
"Oh yeah."
Why don't we get drunk and screw
"I think we better work this out amongst ourselves."
Why don't we get drunk and screw, oooh yeah

One Particular Harbour

IA ORA TE NATURA
E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI
IA ORA TE NATURA
E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI

Nature lives (life to nature)
Have pity for the Earth
(Love the Earth)

I know I don't get there often enough
But God knows I surely try
It's a magic kind of medicine
That no doctor could prescribe

I used to rule my world from a pay phone
And ships out on the sea
But now times are rough
And I got too much stuff
Can't explain the likes of me

Chorus:
But there's this one particular harbour
So far but yet so near
Where I see the days as they fade away
And finally disappear

But now I think about the good times
Down in the Caribbean sunshine
In my younger days I was so bad
Laughin' about all the fun we had

I've seen enough to feel the world spin
Mixin' different oceans meetin' cousins
Listen to the drummers and the night sounds
Listen to the singers make the world go 'round

IA ORA TE NATURA
E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI
IA ORA TE NATURA
E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI

Lakes below the mountains
Flow into the sea
Like oils applied to canvas
They permeate through me

And there's that one particular harbour
Sheltered from the wind
Where the children play on the shore each day
And all are safe within

Most mysterious calling harbour
So far but yet so near
I can see the day when my hair's full gray
And I finally disappear

IA ORA TE NATURA
E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI
IA ORA TE NATURA
E MEA AROFA TEIE AO NEI

UA PAU TE MAITAI NO TE FENUA
RE ZAI NOA RA TE ORA O TE MITIE

Bounty of the land is exhausted
But there's still abundance on the sea

Honey Do

You never try to keep the wild ones home
But mister don't just sit there and wait
Go out on the town makin' all of the rounds
It don't matter if you're your own date

Vacantly occupied, sat on the beach til my body got fried
Dreamin' of your pretty eyes up in South Carolina
I can't pronounce my r's or g's when I'm speakin' Southerneese
Honey do, Honey, come and do me again

I've seen your fat cats style
Three hundred pounds of jive ass smile
Young girls gigglin' all the while
That's not my cup of chowder

I go for candlelight
Cold champagne nearly every night
Honey, do a little toast to me and you

Honey, why couldn't you have taken the non stop train
I'm hungry and I really want to see you again

I know it's gettin' late
Waiter keeps starin' at your empty plate
Maitre'd keeps tellin' me
"Sir, she's just not coming."

Now what the hell does Garcon know
We've been through all this before
Honey do, Honey, come and do me again

Honey, why couldn't you have taken the non stop train?
I'm hungry and I really want to see you again

Vacantly occupied, sat on the beach til my body got fried
Dreamin' of your pretty eyes up in South Carolina
I can't pronounce my r's or g's when I'm speakin' Southerneese
Honey do, Honey come and do me again
Yeah, Honey do, Honey come and do me again.