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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 Sofia 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 & cut your hair
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Be a jerk - Go t’woik
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Be a jerk - Go t’woik
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Be a jerk - Go t’woik
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Be a jerk - Go t’woik
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Do your job & 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 & rolling & 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 outasite”
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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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Sofia 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 bole!”
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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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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 shanti, ohm shanti, ohm shanti-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 wanna be dead instead
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You heard me right
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I wanna 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 outta 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, t’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 all 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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I 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
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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… se-e-e-elf
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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 the booger home with you to…
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Read ‘em an’ weep
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Take the 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’ve 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 outasite
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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 and 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 Sofia Warren. Thanks for coming to the concert and good afternoon.
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