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from Cherry Poppin' Daddies - The Swingin' Hits Of : Zoot Suit Riot (1997)
Who's that whisperin' in the trees
It's two sailors and they're on leave Pipes and chains and swingin' hands Who's your daddy? Yes I am Fat cat came to play Now he can't run fast enough You had best stay away When the pushers come to shove Zoot Suit Riot Throw back a bottle of beer Zoot Suit Riot Pull a comb through your coal black hair A whipped up jitterbuggin' brown eyed man A stray cat frontin' up an eight-piece band Cut me Sammy and you'll understand In my veins hot music ran You got me in a sway And I want to swing you dove Now you sailors know Where your women come for love You're in a Zoot Suit Riot |
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from Cherry Poppin' Daddies - The Swingin' Hits Of : Zoot Suit Riot (1997)
The Ding Dong Daddy of the D-Car line
Had a thing for the ladies for which he did time He reaped a little more than he could sow Of the pleasures the Mormons in Utah know He could not restrain himself when he saw a nice caboose Say Ding Say Dong That Ding Dong Daddy he did sixteen women wrong The Ding Dong Daddy had a sensual soul Lonely women flocked to him and he loved them all The train went in the tunnel in the dark he proposed The bonds of matrimony in the sweetest prose The ladies got together and decided they'd been had This ain't Salt Lake and you ain't Don Juan man We've got to give you credit we was happy for a time But you're the Ding Dong Daddy of the D-Car line Say Ding Say Dong That Ding Dong Daddy he did sixteen women wrong |
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from Cherry Poppin' Daddies - The Swingin' Hits Of : Zoot Suit Riot (1997)
Everything's gonna be nice and sweet
When I come sweep you off your feet You won't think I'm such a creep When I change your mind I was nice and you were cold You were bored when I was bold I just want my jellies rolled When I change your mind You don't want me At least not in that way You don't want me And that drives me crazy Your ignorin' hurts my pride Don't you want my pleasure ride I've got to have you by my side When I change your mind Now my foolish heart sure don't skip a beat When you haul your tired ass across the street I'd sell my soul for an airplane seat Now that I changed your mind |
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from Cherry Poppin' Daddies - The Swingin' Hits Of : Zoot Suit Riot (1997)
Here comes the snake and he circles your leg
He's come to play and make your body parts shake He comes swervin' down your hall It'll feel so good when he gives it his all He's like a jail and you need an escape Want you to come get a file in your cake I know he did you wrong and I'm here to give ya what you wanted all along Here comes the snake Yes, I believe but I'd rather not pray What I believe in I'd rather not say baby Did your God show you the door Well, I'm here to eat your apple to the core Here comes the snake |
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from Cherry Poppin' Daddies - The Swingin' Hits Of : Zoot Suit Riot (1997)
He's a friend to all the stars
Made a fortune selling cars Not beyond a little sleaze He's Mr. White Keys Wifey loves the tanning booth Just a little altered truth Made America's Who's Who If he could do it so could you Sheltered in tax brackets Higher than an angel's cloud Pontificates on rackets And cheats on his wife with his pals Once he met a musician Shook his hand like a Soul man Not a lot like you or me He's Mr. White Keys He climbs into daddy's Benz and goes Collecting the rents of those Welfare cheats A lot of trouble when he tries to find the beat He dances like a shovel with a couple left feet He said he'd rather own the whole damn town Than be graceful or be well-endowed He exaggerates a bit Foot and mouth a perfect fit He's the one who tried the cheese He's Mr. White Keys I feel sorry for the guy I laugh when I see his shtick All that poor bastard wanted Was to make it with the beautiful chicks But that don't excuse the prick He's Mr. White Keys He climbs into daddy's Benz and goes Collecting the rents of those welfare cheats |
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from Cherry Poppin' Daddies - The Swingin' Hits Of : Zoot Suit Riot (1997)
Hear my voice
Where you are Take a train Steal a car Hop a freight Grab a star Come back to me Catch a plane Catch a breeze On your hands On your knees Swim or fly only please Come back to me On a mule in a jet With your hair in a net Or a towel wringin' wet I don't care This is where You should be From the hills From the shore Ride the wind to my door Turn highways to dust Break the law if you must Move the world only just Come back to me Have you gone to the moon Or the corner saloon And to rack and ruin Mademoiselle Where the hell Can you be? In a crate In a trunk On a horse On a drunk In a Rolls or a van Wrapped in Mink or Saran Any way that you can Come back to me Bring it on back |
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from Cherry Poppin' Daddies - The Swingin' Hits Of : Zoot Suit Riot (1997)
She was a woman of mystery
And what she wanted I could not see A three-year trip on the dragon Until the clinic had to get me clean We were a party and always drunk Before I knew it the wreckage sunk Shake, trip, shimmy and we'd do the bump Everybody swingin' to the Brown Derby Jump The beautiful life is always damned You gotta fall into the quicksand A deadly kiss from a temptress can serve To make a truly wayward man She's not a talker her teeth are fixed But she's a looker that lives for kicks A nightmare straight from an Otto Dix Everybody swingin' with the Brown Derby chicks I've come a long way and now I'm me The darkest river that meets the sea And all those lights on the harbor seem To be sparklin' in bittersweet I'm a survivor my heart is tough I'm hangin' in there and that's enough Shake, trip, shimmy and we'd do the bump Everybody swingin' to the Brown Derby Jump |
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from Cherry Poppin' Daddies - The Swingin' Hits Of : Zoot Suit Riot (1997)
Eight ball in the pocket with a voodoo moan
You can't trust him 'cause he's never alone Then he'll start talkin' chicken shit And grab your fuzzy dice That's when my hounds begin to howl That's when my dog begins to growl Don't be shy, take off your towel And get to slammin' Dr Bones Dr. Bones Dr. Bones I loves you Dr. Bones Shake shake shake, shake and rattle Rattle them Dr Bones Come on and shake shake shake and rattle Rattle them Dr. Bones He'll get sniffin' when your fish is gashed He likes you best when your banana's mashed He's only happy with your girlfriend's pie And his bony fingers up your ass He's breakin' eggs all over the place Don't tell me you're my friend Just get the fuck out of my face You got me pukin' in the kitchen sink I've lost my baby and I've had too much to drink Shake shake shake, shake and rattle Rattle them Dr Bones Come on and shake shake shake and rattle Rattle them Dr Bones |
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from Cherry Poppin' Daddies - The Swingin' Hits Of : Zoot Suit Riot (1997)
Well, a bum was in my trash
He's pickin' out all the cans Firewater burnin' up his poor swollen glands The Lysol and Listerine It went to his head He eats boot black rotted on a piece of white bread He did the Pink the Pink Elephant Blinded by the sorcery No, i'd rather stay dead I do the Pink the Pink Elephant Blinded by the sorcery No, I'd rather stay dead Sleazy P. Martini ran the Pink Elephant With hot-pink curtains where the sloe gin decants A shave and a haircut knock knock Would for sure get you in To see the Cherry Poppin' Daddies play the lampshades were zebra skin We did the Pink the Pink Elephant Blinded by the sorcery No I'd rather stay dead I do the Pink the Pink Elephant Blinded by the sorcery No, I'd rather stay, rather stay dead Yeah, I'd rather stay dead My mouth is like a circus but I'm always in debt I'd never pass the bar unless I thought it was wet But that's the way they sucker me to my final resolve But when you set'em up I'm drinkin'em down You hand it to the Pink the Pink Elephant Blinded by the sorcery No, I'd rather stay dead I do the Pink the Pink Elephant Blinded by the sorcery No, I'd rather stay I'd rather stay I'd rather stay I'd rather stay dead, Hey yeah, hey yeah I'd rather stay dead |
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from Cherry Poppin' Daddies - The Swingin' Hits Of : Zoot Suit Riot (1997)
No pennies from heaven, no pennies in my hand
Think your drinkin' wine dad it's blood of the lamb That's no way to treat your son now is it Abraham After he busted his ass for you You've never known hunger, never took a risk Through you know you should, you know you'd never Raise a fist If the boss asked you to jump you know You'd find the nearest cliff That man talks down to you And you talk down to me too now Master and Slave in equal parts split down the middle drinkin' doubles at the bar Master and Slave God bless you both I got two for the price of one (Such a deal for your only son) When will this tension be all over For fallen sons and fathers too I'm down to my last dime No faith in mankind C'mon let's swing into the groove... Like Jack Horner backed up in a corner But I never saw a slice of no pie Too busy standin' in line Just waitin' for bread But the father he walks the water He ain't never tossed a nickel to his son Ain't I your prodigal boy? Ain't I your pride and joy? Friends and Romans I'm your brother I'm scratchin' to hang on The pursuit of happiness is just a carpetbaggers con When a can of pork and beans could change my attitude You won't give it up but I coulda been you While the masters and slaves scratch For pieces of the dream For purple mountain majesties Whatever the hell that means They give up on each other And that's the way they get ahead But I can still see the stars Through these red, white, and blue prison bars Master and Slave in equal parts split down the middle drinkin' doubles at the bar Master and Slave God bless you both I got two for the price of one (Such a deal for your only son) |
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from Cherry Poppin' Daddies - The Swingin' Hits Of : Zoot Suit Riot (1997)
Mamma married a big asshole, whiskey bottles on the floor
He just keeps on watchin' TV, stepchild tired of being poor Kitchen smells like rotten garbage I can't chew my food my face is sore Momma didn't come home last evening Neighbors say that she's a whore some folks never want for nuthin' I'm, a worn out hand me down Stupid rich kid gets me angry Lord I'm gonna cut him down Now I'm grown up same old story At 21 I fell in love She left me just like the others Jesus why'd you curse my love? Drunk daddy broke my fingers Drunk daddy done kicked my head Drunk daddy smashed my sister Turned my whole world red Drunk daddy broke my fingers Drunk daddy done kicked my head Drunk daddy smashed my sister Turned my whole world blood red I haul the burden for the high and mighty But I'm the top hat Devil's son I got the luck of the drunk, try an' nail me I'm the bullseye - aim you gun Yesterday they shook your hand boy Now they're gonna stab your back I can hear their sickening laugher Sneakin' like a Siamese cat Back stage in the club bathroom A graven image on the wall I'm about to get my vengeance Lights go down in the hall You gotta move fast to beat the devil You arm is too short to box with God Big shadow in the doorway He's not going to spare the rod So get out Drunk daddy broke my fingers Drunk daddy done kicked my head Drunk daddy smashed my sister Turned my whole world red Drunk daddy broke my fingers Drunk daddy done kicked my head Drunk daddy smashed my sister Turned my whole world blood red He’s coming up the stairs He’s got that thing in his hand No Dad! Don’t! Leave me alone! No! No! Daddy, don’t! He’s coming up the stairs He’s got that thing in his hand Okay Dad, you can beat me But you’ll never beat me! Drunk daddy broke my fingers Drunk daddy done kicked my head Drunk daddy smashed my sister Turned my whole world red Drunk daddy broke my fingers Drunk daddy done kicked my head Drunk daddy smashed my sister Turned my whole world blood red Blood red |
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from Cherry Poppin' Daddies - The Swingin' Hits Of : Zoot Suit Riot (1997)
Well with bloodshot eyes
I'm finally broke I feel like I just had a stroke We made a stain She said my name I drank a thousand beers for that dame Now we're the couple in the corner Tying up our tongues to the percolating Rhythm of the big bass drum She said "No Jack, don't you go back" "No Jack, don't you go back" So we hit the floor Slicked up to the nines And I tell you there will be No mercy for swine I'm swingin' on the chandelier Drowin' in a thousand beers I've got it down to an art Lonely sex with a desperate heart Is the way to get over someone Just to get under someone else? And show them no mercy No mercy for swine |
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from Cherry Poppin' Daddies - The Swingin' Hits Of : Zoot Suit Riot (1997)
Baby gotta quit your cryin'
About your lyin' to your old man Because I know, you know and he knows I'm your Cherry Poppin' Daddy man I wanna give ya little taste of heaven And he only wants to hold your hand Because I know, you know and he knows I'm your Cherry Poppin' Daddy man Good God, Cherry Poppin' Daddy man Yeah, lipstick is all on my collar The fruit baby is on my vine Well girl I'm gonna make a momma Hoot and holler.. out my name You gotta quit all your complainin' And baby tellin' me that I don't know Because I know, you know and he knows That life is just a honky tonk show Can't you hear them Big city horns blowin' Clear across the town Let's take a cake walk over to Gabriel And blow your Cherry Poppin' Daddy down Oh yeah, Cherry Poppin' Daddy down Yeah, lipstick is all on my collar The fruit baby is on my vine Well girl, I'm gonna make a momma Hoot and holler... out my name |
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from Cherry Poppin' Daddies - The Swingin' Hits Of : Zoot Suit Riot (1997)
Hold dee door for ol' hi dee ho
Step to da rhthym on da ballroom floor Tip down your glasses and give em a wink To all the flappers and the mob and Hollywood rat finks Strut your stuff get loaded and jive Tip tap your toes and do the Fred Astaire slide Savor the flavor all the kittens purr "Just shake shake shake shake shake your little lovemaker" shake shake shake shake your lovemaker Da blond bombshell destroym' men Her blue eyes are smokey like an opium den First she giggles and blows you a kiss Then she'll whisper sweet nothings like a serpent's hiss Broadway rhythm top hat and cane Poppin' eyes and flashin' feet Forget the 9 to 5 swastika Just shake shake shake shake shake your little lovemaker shake shake shake shake your lovemaker |
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from Cherry Poppin' Daddies - Soul Caddy (1999)
Diamond Light, Diamond Light
Diamond Light, Diamond Light Believe me when I tell ya I'm nostalgic for that good ol' atomic bomb God knows I miss cross-dressin' Annie Out there boogieing with Tyrannosaurus Bob Now it's a cyberdelic world of jet boys and tiger girls They sold us down the river But the diamond light still shimmers from our hearts Diamond Light - turn on, turn on your light Diamond Light Boogie is sparklin' bright Shine on, shine your light Sunglass Sam kept you up all night (Oh yeah) That's right Bubblegum girls wear their pants too tight Oh yeah! (Let's go!) Let the 21st century roll! Diamond Light, Diamond Light Boogie They've hit the streets of fire Shoved right out of doorways, trippin' out in drag Here comes the Countess Connie Casserole She's butterflyin' in expensive rags And then they sniff themselves awake While they do the titty shake This century is ending It's your last chance to dance to rock 'n' roll Diamond Light - turn on, turn on your light Diamond Light Boogie is sparklin' bright Shine on, shine your light Sunglass Sam kept you up all night (Oh yeah) That's right Bubblegum girls wear their pants too tight Oh yeah! (Let's go!) Let the 21st century roll! Diamond Light, Diamond Light Boogie So come on! Shine on...shine on... Diamond Light, Diamond Light...Boogie |
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from Cherry Poppin' Daddies - Soul Caddy (1999)
What's the matter Jesus? Did you forget my name?
I'm the one with the tumor like a flower in my brain And I have learned to rue the day that I Slid from my utopia of amniotic slime God is a spider God is a spider God is a spider Tryin' to block my path And it's a matter of fate, and it's a matter of love into hate Mistakes - I wanna make my final escape My final escape Mayday Mayday Mayday Mayday I was born a Taurus, and not a toreador I can't join your chorus, I'm getting way too bored And I don't wanna die, I'm gonna plug my ears Why am I disgusted by the things I overhear? God is a spider God is a spider God is a spider Tryin' to block my path Crows in the cornfield, reaper swings the scythe I know a venomous bird about to fly Smear the paint 'til the colors run It's nearly time, I'm nearly done Flaming orange open sky And it's a matter of fate, and it's a matter of love into hate Mistakes - I wanna make my final escape My final escape Mayday Mayday Mayday Mayday |
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from Cherry Poppin' Daddies - Soul Caddy (1999)
Where am I going? Makes no difference to me
Where am I going? It don't matter to me Yellow leaves fall all around me In wonderful decay Shed no tears for dry dead flowers Let them fall where they may Where am I going? Makes no difference to me Where am I going? It don't matter to me Like a circus ride, spinnin' around I'm a careless boy But now I feel all right To let go and just hang around She takes Cindy Sherman pictures And she cuts herself She says, "I hear banjos when you're naked" Then she laughs like hell But I will let nothing disturb this peace And forever I'll drift Like a comet through the black In the constellation of moles That are spiraled on her back Where am I going? Where am I going? Makes no difference to me Where am I going? It don't matter to me Where am I going? Makes no difference to me I will let nothing disturb this peace. |
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from Cherry Poppin' Daddies - Soul Caddy (1999)
The Soul Cadillac is drivin' up
The Soul Cadillac is in me Well a soul transformed from a dirty truck By a girl who loves me I was alone I wore the fragrance of men who worked in the heat I work all day Pouring the asphalt and shaping the concrete And I sing now The Soul Cadillac is drivin' up The Soul Cadillac is in me Well a soul transformed from a dirty truck By a girl who loves me She's a warm-hearted girl And such a treasure to hold To a working man's body She's like music with plenty of soul She's my Soul Cadillac I met her down at the East Town Pub In a slow dance we embraced She fixed up my home down by the water And made it a comfortable place Oh I tell ya She's a warm-hearted girl And such a treasure to hold To a working man's body She's like music She's my soul The Soul Cadillac is drivin' up The Soul Cadillac is in me Well a soul transformed from a dirty truck By a girl who loves me She's the girl who loves me |
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from Cherry Poppin' Daddies - Soul Caddy (1999)
Caught in a revolving door, and my lungs are suffocating
Working hard is my reward and my life is so frustrating I'm a martyr to myself and a hero to my family I can feel a breaking point, a longing to be free. But instead I'll hang in there and suffer with the rest I'm a drunk and a sentimental man, so - Dust us off a bottle of your best Irish whiskey and drink with me To departed friends, to departed friends... In the middle of the night I wake up, my heart is pounding I expected more from life than a house and TV watching 'Cause I wimped out on myself, and on my friends and family 'Cause they don't appreciate I sacrificed my dreams. But instead I'll hang in there and suffer with the rest I'm a drunk and a sentimental man, so - Dust us off a bottle of your best Irish whiskey and drink with me. To departed friends, to departed friends... To departed friends, to departed friends To departed friends... Departed! (solo) Hey there guys, I'm not the enemy It's just shared frustration that makes us fight It's a long way to drive to not make any money Merry Christmas - at least we gotta try But instead I'll hang in there and suffer with the rest I'm a drunk and a sentimental man, so - Dust us off a bottle of your best Irish whiskey and drink with me... But instead I'll hang in there and suffer with the rest I'm a drunk and a sentimental man, so - Dust us off a bottle of your best Irish whiskey and drink with me, Irish whiskey and drink with me, Irish whiskey and drink with me. To departed friends. |
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from Cherry Poppin' Daddies - Soul Caddy (1999)
So long toots
Bound for Chicago it's been swell You got your hooks Into me momma You know damn well You know i gotta leave Before you're up a tree And our good thing comes crashin to the ground So long toots Bound for Chicago it's been grand The distance might as well be Morocco or Pakistan Tonight is New Year's Eve But theres nothin up my sleeve But a place to play where the people all swing around They made a member of me So long toots Bound for Chicago now... So long toots bound for Chicago it's alright I can't stay as long as i oughta It's almost light And that's the final star And it's been the best so far But he's sleeping all alone in that big sky So long toots (BOUND FOR CHICAGO) So long toots (BOUND FOR CHICAGO) So long toots bound for Chicago now..... |
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from Cherry Poppin' Daddies - Soul Caddy (1999)
Come out and play
You're my mistake You'll be much better than yesterday Cursing quietly in the dark Breathing sweet with a pounding heart No forevers but good enough for medicine Our magnetism I can't resist I hate myself when I get like this The monster's in me and burns to kiss right now 'Cuz every single day Baby, you're my mistake You'll be much better than yesterday A glazed pig on a platter lies Birds flew out when I slashed its side You applauded and flashed your eyes at your lover man You're fresh and dangerous like Brazil Brown and common and made to kill All surrounded and glad to go through hell 'Cuz every single day, baby You're my mistake You'll be much better than yesterday Say what you were talkin' about You're my mistake You'll be much better than yesterday Than yesterday Than yesterday... Come out and play |
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from Cherry Poppin' Daddies - Soul Caddy (1999)
Our house, in the dull gray suburbs
Where the buildings are comin' down We live in the Polish Catholic Irish part of the town I'll be waiting for you, you'll be makin' a scene I'll be happy to find you at the end of the night Help you find your way out, then we'll get you clean I'll be happy to find you at the end of the night Find you at the end of the night He likes Old Style, the cerveza fria At the tavern down by the park He'll be OK, but unless you're local Don't go walkin' there after dark I'll be waiting for you, you'll be makin' a scene I'll be happy to find you at the end of the night Help you find your way out, then we'll get you clean I'll be happy to find you at the end of the night You're my blood and my father I'm just here to give you some help Find you at the end of the night We made our way back through the park Just me and you and the dog I felt the warm, brown Seurat night Pour over us 'til it was Rembrandt dark I'll be waiting for you, you'll be makin' a scene I'll be happy to find you at the end of the night Help you find your way out, then we'll get you clean I'll be happy to find you at the end of the night Find you at the end of the night Find you at the end of the night Find you at the end of the night |
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from Cherry Poppin' Daddies - Soul Caddy (1999)
I was taught to always be nice so I open doors on impulse
Always make room on the sidewalk though I notice no one else does They just plow through knocking you down With a smug look on their faces So I stay home writing my songs in my fantasy oasis Would it be out of line To spend the rest of my life in my head? While I'm running my thumb all along on a razor's edge? Getting warm in the tub while I'm watching the clouds Of the blood I spread But I never said What I wanted to say What I wanted to say What I wanted to say What I wanted to say Was DROP DEAD. I'm a loner, like or not. A Marat. Inside I'm lonely Purified my masochism in a bleeding ceremony Light a candle, open my hand, and I'll end retaliations From the dog pack cowardice here in the gauchest of the nations Would it be too benign To spend the rest of my time in my head? Am I hurting myself to remember? Like Orson's sled? I've been waiting so long for the words to this song I bet I bleed to death But I never said What I wanted to say What I wanted to say What I wanted to say What I wanted to say Was DROP DEAD. Now I hope that magically I will emerge back into life Even though I'm vanishing now in a hemlock bath of wine Become a hero swinging my sword in a bloody ancient world And leave the life here ruined by guilt where they need to thin the herd DROP DEAD. Was what I wanted to say What I wanted to say Was DROP DEAD. What I wanted to say What I wanted to say Was DROP DEAD. What I wanted to say What I wanted to say What I wanted to say... |
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from Cherry Poppin' Daddies - Soul Caddy (1999)
Uncle Ray is gone, a relative they couldn't find
Finally free of his insanity, they covered him with lime In a ditch outside the old junkyard on 17 Well that crazy drunk I swear he was a gentleman to me So take him far far away Take him far far away Out past all discussions, far from what they said Take him far far away Take him far far away 'Cuz we're sort of related Here lies Uncle Ray Dry rough skin, his hands, a working man, like bark from trees He'd come to the back door of my familiy's house For coffee and something to eat Pushed a shopping cart all filled with junk and empty cans He came home from the war to find his wife Now loved another man So take him far far away Take him far far away Out past all discussions, far from what they said Take him far far away Take him far far away 'Cuz we're sort of related Here lies Uncle Ray In this photograph we're hand in hand in deep white snow Ray was 65 and nearly blind, and I was 4 or so All the neighbors used to laugh and throw snowballs at him Now I live alone and when it snows I try not to think of them So take him far far away Take him far far away Out past all discussions, far from what they said Take him far far away Take him far far away 'Cuz we're sort of related 'Cuz we're sort of related 'Cuz we're sort of related Here lies Uncle Ray Here lies Uncle Ray... |
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from Cherry Poppin' Daddies - Soul Caddy (1999)
I hate myself
We'll have that in common Although I've gotten most everything I wanted Hope is still a flicker in the dark Somewhere in the distance, a mysterious spark If we never meet That would be the saddest thing I know. There's got to be somebody out there Someone who burns like a flame It's a beautiful night by the fountain But I'm all alone I don't know your name [Dewey solos] This is to you, if you're out there My love, you seem to be detained I don't deserve you, but it's too cruel That you're not here with me Flickering... the saddest thing... I know |
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