Song: “Someone’s Yelling”

 

 

 

Someone’s yelling at someone;
is one of them me?
Someone’s yelling at someone;
is one of them me?
Someone’s yelling at someone;
is one of them me?
Or is one of them
YOU, MOTHERFUCKER,
YOU, MOTHERFUCKER,
YOU!

 

 

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Love So Strong

Lotioning your legs,
you like to say,
“Watchyou lookin’ at?
Watchyou lookin’at like that?”

Source of my fascination.

Motioning this way;
you like to play.
“Watchyou lookin’ at?
Watchyou lookin’ at like that?”

Just my imagination.

Oh, and your feet are funky–
wash your slippers.
Your feet are funky–
wash your slippers.

Oh, and your feet are funky–
wash your slippers.
Your feet are funky–
wash your slippers.

Spacing through the day,
you pause to pray,
“Watchyou lookin’ at, my God,
watchyou lookin’ at like that?”

My insubordination. 

You got used to your pain,
you like to say.
“Watchyou lookin’ at?
Watchyou lookin’ at like that?”

Your stash of medication.

Lotioning your legs,
you motion this way.
Lotioning your legs,
you motion this way.

Oh, and your feet are funky–
wash your slippers.
Your feet are funky–
wash your slippers.

My feet are funky–
dancing shoes.
My feet are funky–
dancing shoes.

Love so strong.
Love so strong.
Love so strong,
weak don’t belong!

Love so strong.
Love so strong.
Love so strong,
weak don’t belong!

Beer, Guns and Money

(Chorus:)
Oh I wish I could be with my honey,
drinkin’ beer, shootin’ guns and makin’ money.
We used to do this every Sunday:
drink beer, shoot guns and make money.

Playin’ hold ’em at the range every Keg Night,
shootin’ bottles as we drink ’em at the cock fight–
she’s the baddest ho a pimp could know, but she’s all sweet,
packin’ heat at the meetings down on Wall Street.

(Chorus)

My girl mounted the gun rack on our truck,
and she can suck a candy till it’s gone (that’s normal).
I seen her bag a seventeen-point buck (17!),
sell it online and then unwind with a Belgian blonde.

(Chorus)

IPA, IRA and hollow-point ammo
at our roadside stand of homebrew wearing camo.
Gettin’ buzzed, hijacking trucks of hops and barley–
can’t forget Russian Roulette for cash with Charley.

(Chorus)

(Repeat first verse)

(Chorus)

(Repeat chorus last line twice)

Bedtime Song

KIDS:

The kids don’t gotta go to bed
(boom chap boom-boom chap).
The kids don’t gotta go to bed
(boom chap boom-boom chap).
That’s what I said
(boom chap).
That’s what I said
(boom chap).

ADULTS:

Till nine o’clock (boom-chap,
boom chap boom-boom chap).
Till nine o’clock (boom-chap,
boom chap boom-boom chap).

KIDS:

Till eleven o’clock (boom-chap)!
Till eleven o’clock (boom-chap)!

ADULTS:

Till nine o’clock (boom-chap).

KIDS:

Till ten o’clock (boom-chap).

ADULTS:

Till ni-i-i-ine thirty.
Till ni-i-i-ine thirty
(boom chap boom-boom chap
boom chap boom-boom chap)

KIDS:

Till mid-night!

 

The Occupy Song

If you wanna fit in at Occupy, wear a hat (wear a hat)
If you wanna fit in at Occupy, bring a tent (bring a tent)
If you wanna fit in at Occupy, bring a sign (bring a sign)
That … just says: “%”

Now all we’ve done so far is look ’em in the eye (in the eye)
to let them know that we see the game ain’t fair (game ain’t fair)
but there’s no shame in their game, so they don’t care (they don’t care)
and that is why we’re just standing here.

If you want to fit in at Occupy, struggle with your bills (with your bills)
If you wanna fit in at Occupy, be pro-work (be pro-work)
You can be grateful for all you have, including your job (‘cluding your job)
and still get that the mobs are getting robbed.

They don’t make nothing you can touch, but they trade (but they trade)
clever numbers in bundles, then tax evade (tax evade)
The manufacturing infrastructure has been sold (has been sold)
We’re saying: This is not a system that can hold.

If you wanna fit in at Occupy, wear a hat (wear a hat)
If you wanna fit in at Occupy, bring a tent (bring a tent)
If you wanna fit in at Occupy, bring a sign (bring a sign)
That says: “>%(π)”

 

Hush That Noise/Playful Gal

This is a chant-type song in which two girls face two boys.  Preferably all are black, college-aged, and dressed preppily.

Hush That Noise/Playful Gal

Girls:  Hush that noise, hush that noise,
Hush that noise you nasty boys,
you nasty boys, you nasty boys,
hush that noise you nasty boys.

Boys:  I’m right on time, cuz the party in my pants,
right on time cuz the party in my pants.
I’m right on time, cuz it’s a pants party,
then naked dance, then naked dance.

Girls:  Candy man, you a candy man?
Candy man, you a candy man?
Candy man, you a candy man;
got sugar for da ladies dem?

Boys:  Playful gal, ya playful gal,
ya playful gal ya playful gal.
Playful gal, a playful style;
I like to smile: (They smile).

Girls:  Ya smile all right.
Boys:  Stay the night.
Girls:  I got no time.
Boys: Then lose ya mind.
Girls:  Ya smile all right.
Boys:  Stay the night.
Girls:  I got no time.
Boys: Then lose ya mind.

Girls:  Won’t take my mind.
Boys:  I’ll give it things.
Girls:  Like what, ya think?
Boys:  Some spicy dreams.
Girls:  Won’t take my mind.
Boys:  I’ll give it things.
Girls:  Like what, ya think?
Boys:  Some spicy dreams.

Girls:  A man with dreams wakes up at noon.
He stays up late and makes me wait.

Boys:  Just wake me up with scrambled eggs.

Girls:  Hush that noise, hush that noise,
Hush that noise you nasty boys,
you nasty boys, you nasty boys,
hush that noise you nasty boys.

Boys:  I’m right on time, cuz the party in my pants,
right on time cuz the party in my pants.
I’m right on time, cuz it’s a pants party,
then naked dance, then naked dance.

Girls:  Candy man, you a candy man?
Candy man, you a candy man?
Candy man, you a candy man;
got sugar for da ladies dem?

Boys:  Playful gal, ya playful gal,
ya playful gal ya playful gal.
Playful gal, a playful style;
I like to smile:
(They smile at each other as two couples,
inner and outer).

Song for My Daughter

I will be witness to your foolishness
I will be straight man to your wierdness
I will listen to you singing
and believing that it’s beautiful
and I’ll believe it too

Cuz I believe in your tone of voice
as melody; even I love your noise
And what you say, well I hang on the words
like birds hang in air
like bells ride air too
I’m saying I like how you
ring in my ears

Even while you don’t know what it means
I’ll try to ride inside your dreaming
Cuz in this world where some
dreams don’t come true
I’m always surprised
what’s new in your mind
cuz it’s always cool

I will be sitting on your sidelines
I will be standing in your stands
I might be waiting at the window
with a shotgun in my hands
Anything, understand,
in your darkest night–
to make it right, what I’d do
ain’t limited to
the price of my life
the price of my life

I will be witness to your foolishness
I will be straight man to your wierdness
I will listen to you singing
and believing that it’s beautiful
and I’ll believe it too
cuz I believe in you

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