In a line at the cafe
I overheard the waitress say
"These cats is broke, I knows 'em
"Throw 'em out the doors and close 'em
Spirits sagging, funds are low
This occupation has got to go
Up pulls a limo, up goes a thrill
The suits are picking up the bill!
Its allright for them to tag along
Its just one bill they’re tacking on
Buisness suits to the rescue
So nice doing buisness with you
You will really ape and clown when you realize the dough they’re shelling out
For this deal!
The suits are picking up the bill
I cannot see from where Im standing
My friends have passed out on a landing
Guess one too many has left us high and dry
I’ll be feeling down til the suits get back in town
~Squirrel Nut Zippers
The Suits are Picking Up the Bill
Son:
Mother, do you think they’ll drop the bomb?
Mother, do you think they’ll like this song?
Mother, do you think they’ll try to break my balls?
Ooooowaa mother, should I build a wall?
Mother, should I run for president?
Mother, should I trust the government?
Mother, will they put me in the firing line?
Ooooowaa is it just a waste of time?
Mother:
Hush, my baby. baby, don’t you cry.
Momma’s gonna make all of your nightmares come true.
Momma’s gonna put all of her fears into you.
Momma’s gonna keep you right here under her wing.
She won’t let you fly, but she might let you sing.
Momma’s gonna keep baby cozy and warm.
Oooo babe.
Oooo babe.
Ooo babe, of course momma’s gonna help build a wall.
Son:
Mother, do you think she’s good enough,
For me?
Mother, do you think she’s dangerous,
To me?
Mother will she tear your little boy apart?
Ooooowaa mother, will she break my heart?
Mother:
Hush, my baby. baby, don’t you cry.
Momma’s gonna check out all your girlfriends for you.
Momma won’t let anyone dirty get through.
Momma’s gonna wait up until you get in.
Momma will always find out where you’ve been.
Momma’s gonna keep baby healthy and clean.
Oooo babe.
Oooo babe.
Ooo babe, you’ll always be baby to me.
There’s colors on the street
Red, white and blue
People shufflin’ their feet
People sleepin’ in their shoes
But there’s a warnin’ sign on the road ahead
There’s a lot of people sayin’ we’d be better off dead
Don’t feel like Satan, but I am to them
So I try to forget it, any way I can.
Keep on rockin’ in the free world,
Keep on rockin’ in the free world
Keep on rockin’ in the free world,
Keep on rockin’ in the free world.
I see a woman in the night
With a baby in her hand
Under an old street light
Near a garbage can
Now she puts the kid away, and she’s gone to get a hit
She hates her life, and what she’s done to it
There’s one more kid that will never go to school
Never get to fall in love, never get to be cool.
Keep on rockin’ in the free world,
Keep on rockin’ in the free world
Keep on rockin’ in the free world,
Keep on rockin’ in the free world.
We got a thousand points of light
For the homeless man
We got a kinder, gentler,
Machine gun hand
We got department stores and toilet paper
Got styrofoam boxes for the ozone layer
Got a man of the people, says keep hope alive
Got fuel to burn, got roads to drive.
Keep on rockin’ in the free world,
Keep on rockin’ in the free world
Keep on rockin’ in the free world,
Keep on rockin’ in the free world.
When I was small I believed in santa claus
Though I knew it was my dad
And I would hang up my stocking at christmas
Open my presents and I’d be glad
But the last time I played father christmas
I stood outside a department store
A gang of kids came over and mugged me
And knocked my reindeer to the floor
They said:
Father christmas, give us some money
Don’t mess around with those silly toys.
We’ll beat you up if you don’t hand it over
We want your bread so don’t make us annoyed
Give all the toys to the little rich boys
Don’t give my brother a steve austin outfit
Don’t give my sister a cuddly toy
We don’t want a jigsaw or monopoly money
We only want the real mccoy
Father christmas, give us some money
We’ll beat you up if you make us annoyed
Father christmas, give us some money
Don’t mess around with those silly toys
But give my daddy a job ’cause he needs one
He’s got lots of mouths to feed
But if you’ve got one, I’ll have a machine gun
So I can scare all the kids down the street
Father christmas, give us some money
We got no time for your silly toys
We’ll beat you up if you don’t hand it over
Give all the toys to the little rich boys
Have yourself a merry merry christmas
Have yourself a good time
But remember the kids who got nothin’
While you’re drinkin’ down your wine
Father christmas, give us some money
We got no time for your silly toys
We’ll beat you up if you don’t hand it over
We want your bread, so don’t make us annoyed
Give all the toys to the little rich boys -Davies
Said Tommy the Cat as he reeled back to clear whatever foreign matter may have nestled its way into his mighty throat.
Many a fat alley rat had met its demise while staring point blank down the cavernous barrel of this awesome prowling machine.
Truly a wonder of nature this urban predator.
Tommy the cat had many a story to tell,
But it was a rare occasion such as this that he did.
"She came slidin’ down the alleyway like butter drippin’ off a hot biscuit.
The aroma, the mean scent, was enough to arouse suspicion in even the oldest of Tigers that hung around the hot spot in those days.
The sight was beyond belief.
Many a head snapped for double - even triple - takes as this vivacious feline made her her way into the delta of the alleyway where the most virile of the young tabbys were known to hang out.
They hung in droves. Such a multitude of masculinity could only be found in one place…
And that was O’malley’s Alley.
The air was thick with cat calls (no pun intended),
But not even a muscle in her neck did twitch as she sauntered up into the heart of the alley.
She knew what she wanted.
She was lookin’ for that stud bull, the he cat.
And that was me.
If you want to know how
to fly high then go now
to the place where all the concubines
Meet and converse with them
Marvel at their pale skin
Wonder how they chew on their pointy
teeth and hair are a beauty
They know it’s their duty
to be countess in their hearts and their minds
that have to whisper
See in them a sister
Look into their eyes and you’ll in
(Chorus)
Transylvanian concubine
You know what flows there like wine
Stay here with us it’s just time
Transylvanian concubine
Sorrow is their master
cackling with laughter
Now, he’s having just one piece of
Cakey is their make up
Catholics try to shake up
all the things that form their lives, but they’re
dead, their sighs, their songs
They know what they do is wrong
Stay here with us it’s just time
Transylvanian concubine
Candelabra’s lighted
Satan has been sighted
Never has there been an evening like
this is what they wanted
always to feel hunted
You can never be too rich or too
thin, the blood has run out
Fangs ruin any cute pout
Morning has come now they’ve flown
What have you learned from what has been shown?
I like this song, it paints a very realistic picture of sacrifice and spiritual striving in a world where… well let’s just be honest - it doesn’t exist in the rap world.
