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Live at Nouvel Hippodrome Porte de Pantin, Paris, France - February 24, 1979
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| [Instrumental]
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| [FZ] Hi, everybody. Welcome to the first show. I’d like to introduce you to the members of our rocking teen-age combo this afternoon:
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| Denny Walley on guitar and vocals
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| Ike Willis on guitar and vocals
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| Tommy Mars on keyboards
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| Ed Mann on percussion
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| Peter Wolf on keyboards
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| Vince Colaiuta on drums
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| Arthur Barrow on bass
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| And Sophia Warren on guitar
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| [FZ] Do you see what they are? Do you hear what they say? People, it is sad but true
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| They’re dressed really stupid but they think they’re OK and they got no use for you
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| Oh, the dead girls of London, why do they act that way?
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| Maybe it’s the water, mama, maybe it’s the tea
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| Maybe it’s the way they was raised
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| Maybe it’s the stuff what they read in the papers keeps them lookin’ sorta half in a daze
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| Oh, the dead girls of London, why do they act that way?
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| We’re the dead girls of London
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| We thinks we are fine
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| We ain’t hittin’ on nothin’
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| But the boutique frame of mind
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| You see ‘em dancing at the disco every night like a bunch of little robot queens
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| Making little noises full of fake delight but they’re really just so full of beans
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| Oh, the dead girls of London, why do they act that way?
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| We’re the dead girls of London
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| We thinks we are fine
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| We ain’t hittin’ on nothin’
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| But the boutique frame of mind
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| Hey, boutique frame of mind
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| Boutique frame of mind
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| Boutique frame of mind
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| Boutique frame of mind
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| [FZ] Ain’t got no heart
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| I ain’t got no heart to give away
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| I sit and laugh at fools in love
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| Ha ha ha!
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| There ain’t no such thing as love
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| Ha ha ha!
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| No angels singing up above today
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| Girl, I don’t believe
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| Girl, I don’t believe in what you say
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| You say your heart is only mine
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| I say to you: “You must be blind
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| What makes you think that you’re so fine
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| That I would throw away
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| The groovy life I lead?
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| ‘Cause, baby, what you got, yeah
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| It sure ain’t what I need
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| Girl, you’d better go
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| Girl, you’d better go away
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| I think that life with you would be
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| Just not quite the thing for me
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| Why is it so hard to see my way?
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| Why should I be stuck with you?
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| It’s just not what I want to do
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| Why should an embrace or two
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| Make me such a part of you?”
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| I ain’t got no heart to give away
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| Away
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| [FZ] Brown shoes don’t make it
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| Brown shoes don’t make it
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| Quit school, why fake it?
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| Brown shoes don’t make it…
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| TV dinner ▶ by the pool
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| Watch your brother grow a beard
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| Got another year of school
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| You’re OK, he’s too weird
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| Be a plumber
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| He’s a bummer
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| He’s a bummer
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| Every summer
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| Be a loyal plastic robot for a world that doesn’t care…
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| Smile at every ugly
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| Shine on your shoes and cut your hair
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| Be a jerk - Go to woik
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| Be a jerk - Go to woik
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| Be a jerk - Go to woik
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| Be a jerk - Go to woik
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| Do your job and do it right
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| Life’s a ball
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| TV tonight…
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| Do you love it?
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| Do you hate it?
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| There it is… the way you made it…
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| WOW!
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| A world of secret hungers
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| Perverting the men who make your laws
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| Every desire is hidden away
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| In a drawer… in a desk by a Naugahyde chair
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| On a rug where they walk and drool past the girls in the office
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| Hratche-plche hratche-plche hratche-plche hratche-plche
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| We see in the back of the City Hall mind
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| The dream of a girl about thirteen
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| OFF with her clothes and INTO a bed
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| Where she tickles his fancy all night long
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| His wife’s attending an orchid show
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| She squealed for a week to get him to go
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| But back in the bed, his teen-age queen
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| Is rocking and rolling and acting obscene
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| BABY, BABY
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| Hratche-plche hratche-plche
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| BABY, BABY
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| Hratche-plche hratche-plche
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| And he loves it, he loves it, it curls up his toes
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| She bites his fat neck and it lights up his nose
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| But he cannot be fooled, old City Hall Fred
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| She’s nasty, she’s nasty, she digs it in bed!
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| Do it again and do it some more
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| That does it, by golly-he-he and she’s nasty for sure
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| Nasty nasty nasty, nasty nasty nasty
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| (Only thirteen and she knows how to nasty…)
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| She’s a dirty young mind, corrupted, corroded
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| Well, she’s thirteen today and I hear she gets loaded
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| [FZ] P-pum-m-mum-m-mum-m-mum
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| P-pum-m-mum-m-mum-m-mum
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| P-bum
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| If she were my daughter, I’d…
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| What would you do, Frankie?
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| If she were my daughter, I’d…
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| What would you do, Frankie?
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| If she were my daughter, I’d…
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| What would you do, Frankie?
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| Hey, get this…
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| Smother my daughter in chocolate syrup
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| And strap her on again, oh baby!
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| Smother that girl in chocolate syrup
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| And strap her on again
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| She’s my teen-age baby, she turns me on
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| I’d like to make her do a nasty on the White House lawn
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| Smother that girl in chocolate syrup
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| And boogie till the cows come home
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| Time to go home, Madge is on the phone
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| Gotta meet the Gurneys and a dozen grey attorneys
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| TV dinner ▶ by the pool, I’m so glad I finished school
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| Life is such a ball, I run the world from City Hall!
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| [Instrumental]
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| [FZ] The mystery man came over
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| An’ he said: “I’m outa-site”
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| He said for a nominal service charge
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| I could reach Nervonna tonite
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| If I was ready, willing an’ able ▶
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| To pay him his regular fee
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| He would drop all the rest of his pressing affairs
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| And devote his attention to me
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| But I said:
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| “Look here, brother, who you jivin’ with that cosmik debris?
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| Now, who you jivin’ with that cosmik debris?
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| Look here, brother, don’t you waste your time on me”
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| The mystery man got nervous
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| An’ he fidget around a bit
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| He reached in the pocket of his mystery robe
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| An’ he whipped out a shaving kit
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| Now, I thought it was a razor
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| An’ a can of foamin’ goo
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| But he told me right then when the top popped open
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| There was nothin’ his box won’t do
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| With the oil of Afro-Dytee
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| An’ the dust of the Grand Wazoo ▶
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| He said: “You might not believe this, little fellow, but it’ll cure your asthma too!”
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| I said:
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| “Look here, brother, who you jivin’ with that cosmik debris?
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| (Now, is that a real poncho or is that a Sears poncho ▶, huh?)
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| Look here, brother, don’t you waste your time on me”
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| Sophia Warren!
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| [Instrumental]
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| “I’ve got troubles of my own” I said
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| “An’ you can’t help me out
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| So take your meditations an’ your preparations
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| An’ cram it up your snout”
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| “But I got a kristl bol!”
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| He said, an’ held it on up to the light
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| So I snatched it all away from him
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| An’ showed him how to do it right
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| [Ike Willis] I wrapped a newspaper ‘round my head
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| So I looked like I was Deep
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| I said some mumbo jumbos then
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| I told him he was goin’ to sleep
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| I stole his ring an’ his pocket watch
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| An’ everything else I found
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| Shit, I had that sucker hypnotized
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| He couldn’t even make a sound
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| I proceeded to tell him his future then
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| As long as he was hangin’ around
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| I said:
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| [FZ] “The price of meat has just gone up
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| An’ your old lady has just gone down”
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| Look here, brother, who you jivin’ with that cosmik debris?
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| Now, what kind of a guru are you anyway?
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| Don’t you know? You could make more money as a butcher
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| So don’t you waste your time on me
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| Don’t waste it, don’t waste your time on me
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| Ohm shonty, ohm shonty, ohm shonty-ooooo
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| [Denny Walley] I’m only fourteen, sickly an’ thin
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| Tried all of my life just to grow me a chin
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| Popped out once, yeah, but dad pushed it in
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| Tell me, why did he hurt me?
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| Lord, he’s my next of kin…
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| He’s a mex-i-kin
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| I’m lonely an’ green, too small for my shirt
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| If Simmons was here I could feature my hurt
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| Scared of the future an’ hope I don’t grow
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| Hey, listen, I know nobody likes me
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| ‘Cause everywhere I go
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| They say no
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| They say no!
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| They say NO!
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| Owww, they say no!
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| Now that I am older, I got a place in the town, babe
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| I got a chin on my shoulder an’ it keeps growing down an’ down an’ down
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| I’m horny an’ lonely, an’ I wish I was dead
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| Somebody tell me why am I livin’?
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| Lord, I’d rather be dead instead
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| You heard me right
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| I’d rather be dead instead
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| I wanna be dead
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| In bed
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| Please kill me
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| ‘Cause that would thrill me
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| [Repeat]
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| One more time for the world! ▶
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| I wanna be dead
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| In bed
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| Please kill me
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| ‘Cause that would thrill me
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| [Repeat]
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| [Denny Walley] City of tiny lites
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| Don’t you wanna go?
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| Hear the tiny auto horns
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| When they tiny blow
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| Tiny lightnin’
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| In the storm
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| Tiny blankets
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| Keep you warm
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| Tiny pillows
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| Hey, tiny, tiny, tiny, tiny sheets
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| Talkin’ ‘bout them tiny cookies
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| That the peoples eats
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| City of tiny lites
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| Well, maybe you should know
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| That it’s over there
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| In the tiny dirt somewhere
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| [FZ] You can see it any time
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| When you get the squints
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| From your downers and your wine
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| You’re so big
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| It’s so tiny
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| Every cloud is silver line-y
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| The great escape for all of you
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| Tiny is as tiny do
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| Tiny is as tiny do
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| Tiny is as tiny do
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| Tiny is as tiny do
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| [Instrumental]
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| [Denny Walley] City of tiny lites
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| Mmmh, don’t you wanna go?
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| Hear the tiny auto horns
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| Mmmh, when they tiny blow
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| Tiny lightnin’
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| In the storm
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| Tiny blankets
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| Keep you warm
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| Tiny pillows
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| Hey, tiny, tiny, tiny, tiny sheets
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| Talkin’ ‘bout them tiny cookies
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| That the peoples eats
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| That the peoples eats
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| That the peoples eats
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| That the peoples eats
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| And it’s over there
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| And it’s over there
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| And it’s over there
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| And it’s over there
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| [FZ] I don’t know much about dancin’, that’s why I got this song
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| One of my legs is shorter than the other ▶ an’ both my feet’s too long
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| ‘Course now right along with ‘em, I got no natural rhythm
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| But I go dancin’ every night, hopin’ one day I might get it right
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| I’m a… dancin’ fool
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| Dancin’ fool
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| I’m a… dancin’ fool
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| I’m a… dancin’ fool
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| Dancin’ fool
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| I’m a… dancin’ fool
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| I hear that beat, I jump outa my seat, but I can’t compete
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| ‘Cause I’m a… dancin’ fool
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| Dancin’ fool
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| I’m a… dancin’ fool
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| The disco folks all dressed up like they’s fit to kill
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| I walk on in an’ see ‘em there gonna give them all a thrill
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| When they see me comin’ they all steps aside
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| They has a fit while I commit my social suicide
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| I’m a… dancin’ fool
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| Dancin’ fool
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| I’m a… dancin’ fool
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| I’m a… dancin’ fool
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| Dancin’ fool
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| I’m a… dancin’ fool
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| The beat goes on an’ I’m so wrong
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| The beat goes on an’ I’m so wrong
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| The beat goes on an’ I’m so wrong
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| The beat goes on an’ I’m so wrong
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| The beat goes on an’ I’m so wrong
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| The beat goes on an’ I’m so wrong
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| The beat goes on an’ I’m so wrong
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| I may be totally wrong but I’m a… dancin’ fool
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| I may be totally wrong but I’m a… dancin’ fool
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| ✄ Yowsa, yowsa, yowsa!
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| I got it all together now with my very own disco clothes, hey!
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| My shirt’s half open, to show you my chain an’ the spoon for up my nose
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| “I am really somethin’”, that’s what you’d probably say
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| So smoke your little smoke, drink your little drink, while I dance the night away
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| I’m a… dancin’ fool
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| I’m a… dancin’ fool
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| I’m a… dancin’ fool
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| I’m a… dancin’ fool
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| HE’S A… DANCIN’ FOOL
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| I may be totally wrong but I’m a…
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| I may be totally wrong but I’m a…
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| I may be totally wrong but I’m a…
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| I may be totally wrong but I’m a FOOL-UH!
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| Oh, girl
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| Say, darlin’… can I buy ya a drink?
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| Are you lookin’ for Monsieur Goodbar?
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| Wait a minute… I’ve got it… you’re an Italian!
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| What? You’re Jewish? No foolin’
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| Love your nails…
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| You must be a Libra…
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| Your place or mine?
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| [Ike Willis] This girl is easy meat
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| I seen her on the street
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| See-through blouse ▶ an’ a tiny little dress
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| Her manner indiscreet…
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| Easy, easy, easy meat
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| Easy, easy, easy meat
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| Easy, easy…
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| Easy, easy…
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| Easy meat, easy meat, easy meat, easy meat
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| She want to take me home
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| Make me sweat and moan
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| Rub my head and beat me off
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| With a copy of Rolling Stone
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| Easy, easy, easy meat
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| Easy, easy, easy meat
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| Easy, easy…
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| Easy, easy…
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| Easy meat, easy meat, easy meat, easy meat
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| [Instrumental]
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| [Ike Willis] I told her I was late
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| I had another date
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| Can’t get off on the Rolling Stone
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| But the robots think it’s great…
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| Easy, easy, easy meat
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| Easy, easy, easy meat
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| Easy, easy…
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| Easy, easy…
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| Easy meat, easy meat, easy meat, easy meat
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| Easy…
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| Oh, you know the girl’s so easy
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| Easy…
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| Oh, saw her tiny titties through her see-through blouse
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| I just had to take the girl to my house
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| Easy… MEAT!
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| Jumbo, go away
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| Jumbo, go away
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| Jumbo, go away
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| Jumbo, leave me alone
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| Get your head off my bone
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| I wanna go home
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| Jumbo, lighten up
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| Jumbo, lighten up
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| Jumbo, lighten up
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| Jumbo, give me a break
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| Lighten up on my snake
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| That’s all I can take
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| [Instrumental]
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| Jumbo, gotta go
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| Jumbo, gotta go
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| Jumbo, gotta go
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| Jumbo, better get back
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| Come on now, get back, Jumbo
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| Or your eye will get black
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| When I give you a smack
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| Jumbo, don’t you cry
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| Boo-hoo-hoo
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| Jumbo, don’t you cry
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| Jumbo, don’t you cry
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| Jumbo, this is goodbye
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| Goodbye, Jumbo
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| I ain’t gonna lie
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| So wash up your pie
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| Wash up your pie
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| Yeah
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| Wash up your pie
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| Yeah
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| Wash up your pie
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| Didn’t nobody ever tell you about soap and water darling?
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| Wash up your pie
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| HtO ▶
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| Yeah
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| Jumbo, go away
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| [Ike Willis] Is there anything good inside of you? If there is, I really wanna know
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| Is there anything good inside of you?
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| If there is, I really wanna…
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| Know
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| Is there anything…
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| Good inside of you? If there is, I really wanna…
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| Know
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| Is there?
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| Is there anything good inside of you?
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| If there is, I really wanna know
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| Is there anything good inside of you?
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| If there is, I really wanna know, really wanna know
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| Something
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| Something
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| Show me a sign, if you don’t mind
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| Show me a sign, if you don’t mind
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| Show me a sign, if you don’t mind
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| Show me a sign, if you don’t mind
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| [Instrumental]
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| [Ike Willis] Do you know what I’m really telling you?
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| Is it something that you can understand?
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| Do you know what I’m really telling you?
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| Is it something that you can understand?
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| Do you know what I’m really telling you?
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| Is it something that you can understand?
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| Do you know what I’m really telling you?
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| Is it something that you can understand?
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| Andy de vine (de vine)
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| Had a thong rind (rind)
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| It was sublime (sublime)
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| But the wrong kind
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| Andy de vine (de vine)
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| Had a thong rind (rind)
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| It was sublime (sublime)
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| But the wrong kind
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| Have I aligned
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| With a blown mind?
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| I said, wasted my time
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| On the wrong kind?
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| Have I aligned
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| With a blown mind?
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| I said, wasted my time
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| On the wrong kind?
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| Oh, Andy…
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| Andy
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| Andy, Andy
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| A thong rind
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| It was sublime, now y’all…
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| But the wrong kind
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| Aah yah ah yeah yeah
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| [Ike Willis] Did a vehicle come from somewhere out there
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| Just to land in the Andes?
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| Was it round and did it have a motor
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| Or was it something different?
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| You know, honey, I haven’t seen nothing like that in my entire life, you know
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| Who’s python boot was that?
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| Sharpen that damn shit
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| License plates all over the place
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| My shoe
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| What can I say?
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| Mother Mary and Jozuf!
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| Did a vehicle
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| Did a vehicle, did a vehicle
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| Fly along the mountains
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| And find a place to park itself?
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| Park it… self
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| PARK IT, PARK IT
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| Or did someone build a place
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| To leave a space
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| For such a thing to land?
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| [Instrumental]
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| [Ike Willis] Did a vehicle come from somewhere out there? Did a vehicle come
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| Come from somewhere out there? Did the Indians, first on the bill, carve up the hill?
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| [Instrumental]
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| [Instrumental]
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| Ah-oh-oh-oh ah-oh-oh-oh ah-oh-oh-oh oh-oh
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| Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
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| Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
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| Yow-ooh
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| Yow-yoo-yow
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| La-la la-la la-la la-la
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| Ba-la ba-la na-la
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| [Ike Willis] She was the daughter of a wealthy Florentine Pogen
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| You-ooh
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| “Read ‘em an’ weep” was her adjustable slogan
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| She was a debutante daisy with a color-note organ
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| Deep in the street she drove a ‘59 Morgan
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| WOO-LAH!
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| That’s the kinda step she takes when her hot breaks, hot brakes
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| That’s the kinda sound she makes (Ooh, let go) when her crab cakes
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| She didn’t like it when her fan belt shrunk & got shorter
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| (Ointment)
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| Battery leaks could nearly cost her a quarter
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| She didn’t want to go home an’ watch the pestle go mortar
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| Later she speaks on how Perellis might court her
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| Na-na-na na-na-noo
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| Na-na-na yah-ah-hoo
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| Na-na-na na-na-noo
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| Na-na-na yah-ah-hoo
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| She was the daughter (ah-ah-ahhh) of a wealthy Florentine Pogen
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| Po-oh
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| Wo-oh-oh
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| Po-oh
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| Wo-oh-oh
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| Po-oh
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| Wo-oh-oh
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| Ha-ya-ee-annnn
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| Read ‘em an’ weep
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| (Take a booger home with you to…)
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| Read ‘em an’ weep
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| (Take a booger home with you to…)
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| Read ‘em an’ weep
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| Ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay
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| Ah-ooh-ah-ooh-ah-ooh-ah-hah
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| Ah-ooh-ah-ooh-ah-ooh-ah-hah
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| Chester’s go-rilla
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| She go oink
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| Chester’s go-rilla
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| She go quack
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| Chester’s go-rilla
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| She go MOO
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| Chester’s go-rilla
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| She go…
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| [FZ] Honey, honey, hey
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| Baby, don’t you want a man like me?
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| Honey, honey, hey
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| Baby, don’t you want a man like me?
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| He was the Playboy Type (he smoked a pipe)
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| His fav’rite phrase was “Outa-site”
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| He had an Irish Setter
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| Hratche-plche hratche-plche hratche-plche arf
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| It was a singles bar, a Tuesday night
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| The moon was dim, the band was tight
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| They did the Bump together
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| What a splendid sight
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| Her teeth were white
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| The drinks were cheap (it was Ladies Nite)
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| He was glad that he met her
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| She was an office girl, “My name is Betty”
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| Her fav’rite group was HELEN REDDY
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| (They discussed the weather!)
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| Honey, honey, hey
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| Baby, don’t you want a man like me?
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| Honey, honey, hey
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| Baby, don’t you want a man like me?
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| Honey, honey, hey
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| Baby, don’t you want a…
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| Ah, baby, don’t you want a…
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| Ah, baby, don’t you want a MAN!
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| She was a lonely sort, just a little too short
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| Her jokes were dumb and her fav’rite sport
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| Was hockey (in the winter)
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| [Mumble]
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| He was duly impressed and was quick to suggest
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| Any sport with a PUCK had to be ‘bout the best
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| As he jabbed his elbow in her
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| (Ah, you get it baby, you know what I mean)
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| Later on they went off to where the music was soft
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| The candles were drippy, they saw a real hippy
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| Who delivered their dinner
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| The rice was brown and soon they found
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| That the crowd around that had jammed the room
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| Well, it seemed to be getting thinner
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| Honey, honey, hey
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| Baby, don’t you want a man like me?
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| Honey, honey, hey
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| Baby, don’t you want a man like me?
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| Honey, honey, hey
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| Baby, don’t you want a…
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| Ah, baby, don’t you want a…
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| Ah, baby, don’t you want a MAN!
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| He took her home to a motor court
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| She wouldn’t kiss him, he tried to ignore it
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| But it made him angry!
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| [Mumble]
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| He called her a pig
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| Pig pig
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| A slut and a whore
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| Whore whore
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| A bitch
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| Bitch bitch
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| And a cunt
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| And she slammed the door
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| The door!
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| In a petulant frenzy!
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| A petulant frenzy!
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| This is a petulant frenzy!
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| Oooh!
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| I’m petulant
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| And I’m havin’ a frenzy!
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| On the sofa she weeps
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| BOO HOO HOO HOO!
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| She weeps and she weeps
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| BOO HOO HOO HOO HOO HOO!
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| She weeps and she peeps through the curtain
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| He just got in his car
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| But the battery’s dead
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| So he has to use the phone
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| And she gives him some head
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| And that’s the end of the story
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| Honey, honey, hey
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| Baby, don’t you want a man like me?
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| Honey, honey, hey
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| Baby, don’t you want a man like me?
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| Honey, honey, hey
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| Baby, don’t you want a…
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| Ah, baby, don’t you want a…
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| Ah, baby, don’t you want a MAN!
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| Baby, don’t you want a MAN sometime?
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| [FZ & Ike Willis] Keep it greasy, so it’ll go down easy
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| Keep it greasy, so it’ll go down easy
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| Keep it greasy, so it’ll go down easy
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| Roll it over an’ grease it down, I’ll drive you through the heart of town
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| Keep it greasy, so it’ll go down easy
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| Keep it greasy, so it’ll go down easy
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| Keep it greasy, so it’ll go down easy
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| Roll it over an’ grease it down, I’ll drive you through the heart of town
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| [Ike Willis] All the good women, they sure has it tough
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| The good men, well, there just ain’t enough
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| All the good girls are lookin’ all the time
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| Good men is something that they can’t find
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| ‘Cause if they find one miraculously
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| They try to be lovin’ as they can be
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| ‘Cause if they find one and let him go
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| [FZ & Ike Willis] Chances are they might not never find one no mo’
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| So they…
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| Keep it greasy, so it’ll go down easy
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| Keep it greasy, so it’ll go down easy
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| Keep it greasy, so it’ll go down easy
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| Roll it over an’ grease it down, I’ll drive you through the heart of town
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| [Ike Willis] A good lovin’ man is hardest to find
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| A good woman needs to ease her mind
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| [FZ & Ike Willis] And I know a few that need to ease it behind
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| All y’gotta do is grease it down and everything is fine
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| Keep it greasy, so it’ll go down easy
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| Keep it greasy, so it’ll go down easy
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| Keep it greasy, so it’ll go down easy
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| Roll it over an’ grease it down, I’ll drive you through the heart of town
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| A girl don’t need
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| No fancy grease
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| To get herself
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| Some rump release
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| Any kind
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| Of lube will do
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| Maybe from another
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| Part of you
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| Lube from the North
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| Lube from the South
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| Take a little slobber
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| From the side of your mouth
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| Roll it over
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| Grease it down
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| Here come that crazy screamin’ sound…
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| Keep it greasy, so it’ll go down easy
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| Keep it greasy, so it’ll go down easy
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| Keep it greasy, so it’ll go down easy
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| Roll it over an’ grease it down, down, down
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| Grease it down
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| Ah, grease it do-how-how-in
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| [FZ] Some take the bible for what it’s worth
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| When it says that the meek shall inherit the Earth
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| Well, I heard that some sheik has bought your country last week
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| An’ you, suckers, ain’t gettin’ nothin’
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| Is Hare Rama really wrong
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| If you wander around with a napkin on
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| With a bell on a stick an’ your hair is all gone?
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| The geek shall inherit nothin’
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| You say your life’s a bum deal an’ you’re up against the wall…
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| Well, people, you ain’t even got no kinda deal at all
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| ‘Cause what they do in Washington
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| They just takes care of NUMBER ONE an’ NUMBER ONE ain’t YOU
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| You ain’t even NUMBER TWO
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| Those Jesus Freaks, well, they’re friendly but
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| The shit they believe has got their minds all shut
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| An’ they don’t even care when the church takes a cut
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| Ain’t it bleak when you got so much nothin’?
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| So whaddya do?
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| Hey
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| Eat that pork, eat that ham
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| Laugh till you choke on Billy Graham
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| Moses, Aaron an’ Abraham…
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| They’re all a waste of time
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| An’ it’s your ass that’s on the line
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| IT’S YOUR ASS THAT’S ON THE LINE
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| Do what you wanna, do what you will
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| Just don’t mess up your neighbor’s thrill
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| An’ when you pay the bill kindly leave a little tip
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| And help the next poor sucker on his one-way trip…
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| SOME TAKE THE BIBLE…
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| (Gimme half a dozen for the hotel room!)
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| [FZ & Ike Willis] Baby, baby, why you cryin’? Feeling sorry what she said
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| “Put down that rag” I told her, then “Don’t wanna hear you cry again”
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| Dear heart, dear heart
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| Tell me, tell me what’s the reason
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| Dear heart, dear heart
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| Tell me, tell me what’s the reason
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| You know she went to see the doctor and then she read a magazine
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| “Forget that book” I told her, then “Don’t wanna hear about the book again”
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| Dear heart, dear heart
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| Tell me, tell me what’s the reason
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| Dear heart, dear heart
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| Tell me, tell me what’s the reason
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| There was a picture on the story that showed a young sophisticator
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| Who falls in love three pages later with some aggressive agitator
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| And by and by he comes to hate her, ‘cause she don’t shave her underarms
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| And he can’t go for that ‘cause he’s a young sophisticator
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| Baby, baby, why you cryin’? It made me wonder what she said
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| “Forget that book” I told her, then “Don’t wanna hear ‘bout the book again”
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| Dear heart, dear heart
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| Tell me, tell me what’s the reason
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| Dear heart, dear heart
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| Tell me, tell me what’s the reason
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| Would you still love me if my hair grew all down the side of my kimono?
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| Well, of course I would, it might be hip if it did not cause you to trip
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| Dear heart, dear heart
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| Or radiate a bad aroma
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| Dear heart, dear heart
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| Or radiate a cheap aroma
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| Dear heart, dear heart
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| Dearest heart!
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| Or radia-iate… Or radia-ia-ia-iate a cheesy aroma
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| Ha ha ha ha ha ha!
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| [FZ & Ike Willis] Looks to me like something funny is goin’ on around here
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| People laughin’ an’ dancin’ an’ payin’ entirely too much for their beer
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| And they all think they are clean outa-site
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| And they’re ready to party ‘cause the sign outside says it’s WET T-SHIRT NITE
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| An’ they all crave some hot delight
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| Well, the girls are excited because in a minute they’re gonna get wet
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| An’ the boys are delighted because all the titties will get ‘em upset
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| An’ they all think they are reety-awright
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| An’ they’re ready to boogie ‘cause the sign outside says it’s WET T-SHIRT NITE
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| An’ they all crave some pink delight
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| [Instrumental]
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| [Ike Willis] ✄ Mattie told Hattie
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| [FZ & Ike Willis] When the water gets on ‘em their ninnies get rigid an’ look pretty bold
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| It’s a common reaction that makes an attraction whenever it’s cold
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| An’ all of the fellas they wish they could bite
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| On the cute little nuggets the local girls are showin’ off tonite
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| You know I think it serves ‘em right
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| You know I think it serves ‘em right
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| You know I think it serves ‘em right
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| You know I think it serves ‘em right
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| [FZ] Later that night, in his lonely teen-age hotel room…
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| [Ike Willis] Why does it hurt when I pee?
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| Why does it hurt when I pee?
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| I don’t want no doctor to stick no needle in me
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| Why does it hurt when I pee?
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| Got it from the toilet seat
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| Got it from the toilet seat
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| It jumped right up an’ grabbed my meat
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| Got it from the toilet seat
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| [Instrumental]
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| [Ike Willis] My balls feel like a pair of maracas
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| My balls feel like a pair of maracas
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| I must be got the GON-O-KA-KA-KHACKUS!
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| My balls feel like a pair of maracas
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| Ai-ee-ai-ee-ahhhh!
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| Why does it…
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| Why does it…
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| Why does it…
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| Why does it hurt… when… I peeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee?
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| [Instrumental]
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| [FZ] Denny, Ikey, Tommy, Eddie, Petie, Vinnie, Artie and Sophia Warren. Thanks for coming to the concert and good afternoon.
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