Do You Feel It?
Magnet
Howard Johnson’s Got His Ho-Jo Workin’
Huggin’ Bug
Mare, Take Me Home
Don’t Knock At My Door
Valse Hot
Get A Grip
Sitting In The Park
Take This Hurt Off Me
RC Cola And A Moon Pie
Time And Place
I Love Lucy
Ain’t It All Right
Brothers
First Sounds
Misterioso
Get A Grip (Take 1)
Boys In The City (Trio Version, Take 1 - Incomplete)
Boys In The City (Trio Version, Take 2)
Blues Stay Away From Me
Do you feel it?
(Do you feel it?)
Yeah
Feels real good
(Do you feel it?)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Come on, baby
(Do you feel it?)
We gotta know, yeah, yeah
Do you feel it? Woooo!
Mama, do you feel it?
(Do you feel it?)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Come on
Do you feel it fellas?
(Do you feel it?)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ooo yeah
(Do you feel it?)
We gotta know, yeah
Come on, come on, come on, come on babe
(Do you feel it?)
Do you, do you, do you, do you feel it?
Do you feel it?
Mama, do you feel it
(Do you feel it?)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
All right
Woooo
Hello everybody
And everybody out there too
Here’s somethin’ from our "Scraps" album
I’m like a magnet
You’re like a piece of wood
Can’t get together
Don’t make me feel so good
I’m like a convict
You’re like the FBI
I ask for breakfast
You bring a piece of pie
I know it’s useless to say
How it used to be
Why do you treat me this way
If you could only see
You’re like a magnet
I’m like a piece of steel
The way you break my will
I’m like a rowboat
You’re like the Queen Mary
I play a tango
You play a symphony
When we have a problem or two
Can’t you see I’m tryin’
When I see you smilin’ like that
Makes me change my mind
You’re like a magnet
I’m like a piece of steel
The way you break my will
All right
Thank you
Howard Johnson’s got his ho-jo workin’
Ho-jo workin’ on me
He’s got his hands in my pocket and his hot is cold
I’m so hungry and I’m on the road
I want a grilled cheese and a order of fries
Got to drink water or I won’t get by
I just want to see you on your own
How we ever gonna tell you
Howard Johnson’s got his ho-jo workin’
Ho-jo workin’ on me
Check my gas, it’s on the empty line
Fillin’ up, I go waste some time
Rest of my family’s got to get their fill
I can’t do it with a five-dollar bill
I just want to see you on your own
How we ever gonna tell you
Howard Johnson’s got his ho-jo workin’
Ho-jo workin’ on me, yeah
I just want to see you on your own
Not the boy who plays the tuba
Howard Johnson’s got his ho-jo workin’
Ho-jo workin’ on me
Howard Johnson’s got his ho-jo workin’
Ho-jo workin’ on me
Ho-jo workin’
Ho-jo workin’
Ho-jo workin’ out on me
Thank you so much
I-I like to hug
I-I’m just a, uh-oh, huggin’ bug
Come on Lucy, let’s get sprucy
Let’s make some love
I-I-I, I like to hug
Baby, you fit snug
Come on honey, let’s get funny buh-zo
Zuzz-uzz-uzz-so make some love
Baby, you look good to me
We could start a little huggin’ spree
Life can be a sweet paradise
Come on honey and treat me nice
I-I-I, I like to hug
Oh sizz-a, I’m just a a-huggin’ bug
Come on Lucy, let’s get sprucy buh-zo
Zuzz-uzz-uzz-so make some love
Waaaaah, baby you-you-you-you look good to me
Let’s start, let’s start, let’s start a little huggin’ spree
Life can be a sweet pretty paradise
Come on honey, treat me nice
Woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo I like to hug
I-I’m just a a-huggin’ bug
Oh come on honey, let’s get funny boi-ya
Zuzz-uzz-uzz-so make some love
Let’s make some love
Thank you
Come on Al, let’s sing one
We’ll bring Al on to sing something
All of my life
I used the earth as a pillow and the sky as a blanket of blue
Ya know that I own
Is the shirt on my back and the blanket and the saddle of hue(?)
Mare, take me home
Mare, take me home
Mare, take me home
Mare, take me home
And I spent some time in jail
But my face turned pale and my health was a-startin’ to fail
So the sheriff let me go
But then the townspeople caught me and they run me outta town on a rail
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Mare, take me home
Mare, take me home
Mare, take me home
Mare, take me home
Mare, carry me
Take me right down to the place where I want to be
‘Cause my home’s where I should go
And I never want to travel that godforsaken trail no more
Oh, nah, nah
Mare, take me home
Mare, take me home
Mare, take me home (oh, just as fast as ya can now)
Mare, take me home
Oh, yah, yah, yah, yah
Mare, take me home
Mare, take me home
Thank you
Thank you
Don’t knock at my door
And don’t you call me on the phone
‘Cause you told me before
That you don’t need me anymore
Well, I found myself a lover
And though she might be strange
She’s gonna love me ‘til the end
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Stop hangin’ around
The boy you lost has now been found
You’re just wastin’ your time, ahh
And I know for sure you’re wastin’ mine
But before you walk away
I’ve got one thing to say
Well, I knew I’d get to you someday
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Well, I got tired of old-time memories
I got tired of feelin’ pain
Well, I had enough and now I want somebody
‘Cause I need me somebody
So don’t knock at my door
And don’t you call me on the phone
‘Cause you told me before
That you don’t need me anymore
But before you walk away
I’ve got one thing to say
Well, I knew I’d get to you someday
Instrumental
Al Anderson is about to start this song
Called "Get A Grip"
Oweey
Are you hip to the big lip
Are you ready for the jive
Don’t you think it’s about time
Time for you to arrive
Can you take another big tip
Are you ready for the meat
Won’t you come on baby now get a grip
Are you ready for the beat
Are you ready to tremble
To the sound of the ever mounting trash
Can you, you listen to the cymbal
The one that’s ready to crash
And have you heard about the bad one
With the special move in your hips
Can you, you listen to the back talk
Come on, come on baby, get your grip
Is there something you’re missing
Did we uncover your stash
Or are you allowed to listen
To this dirty, nasty trash
Come on, get it to biglien (?)
Won’t you come on and listen to the jive
Now really, we think it’s about time
We think it’s about time
The time, all time, the time
Are you hip to the big lip
Are you ready for the jive
Come on baby now get a grip
Come on baby come alive
Are you hip to the big lip
Are you ready for the jive
Come on baby now get your grip
Come on baby come alive
That’s from our "Scraps" album on Kama Sutra
Ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo
Ooo-ooo-yeah
Sitting in the park
Waiting for you
Yes I'm sitting right here
Waiting for you my dear
Wondering if you're ever gonna show up
I don't know you're gonna show
My darling I got to go
But nevertheless I say, well I keep on waiting
Sitting in the park
Waiting for you
Sitting here on the bench
With my back against the fence
Wondering if I have any sense
Something tells me I'm a fool
That makes you treat me so cruel
But nevertheless I say, oh I keep on waiting
Sitting in the park
Waiting for you
Why, oh why, oh why, oh my
I gotta know why
Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me why
Oh I gotta, I gotta know why
Woh woh woh why
Sitting here in the park
Waiting for you
Sitting in the park (I’m not gonna sit here in the dark)
Waiting for you
Sitting in the park
Waiting for you
Sitting in the park
Waiting for you
Come back and take this hurt off me
Baby, come back and take this hurt off me
’Cause I’m too young to be in misery, now
Baby, come back and take this hurt off me
I’ve been waiting at the bus station
’Cause that’s where you left me standing
I got my clothes in a twenty-five cents locker
I’ll be here ‘til the Greyhound brings you back again
Come back and take this hurt off me
Baby, come back and take this hurt off me
’Cause I’m too young to be in misery, now
Baby, come back and take this hurt off me
I knocked on my mother’s door
She said "Son, walk on in
Ah, you don’t have to say a mumbling word"
She knows your baby left you again, that’s right
Come back and take this hurt off me
Baby, come back and take this hurt off me
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
What kind of love could this be, now?
Baby, baby, baby
I don’t know what you’ve got
Well it’s just - that’s it’s - got me
(It’s comin’, it’s comin’, it’s comin’, it’s comin’, it’s comin’)
I went to see the doctor
He did all he could
But there was nothin’ he could do for me
You’re the only one that could, that’s right
Come back and take this hurt off me
Baby, come back and take this hurt off me
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
What kind of love could this be, now?
Baby, baby, baby
I don’t know what you’ve got
Well it’s just - that’s it’s - got me
(It’s comin’, it’s comin’, it’s comin’, it’s comin’, it’s comin’)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
This tune’s called "RC Cola And A Moon Pie"
I don’t want no cornbread
And I can do without peas and spice
I don’t want no carrot
And no real life pizza slice
You know the thing’s gonna be all right
A RC Cola and a Moon Pie
I don’t want no chili
And I can do without beans and rice
I don’t want no spare ribs
And no pig’s meats in disguise
You know the thing’s gonna be all right
A RC Cola and a Moon Pie
It’s all right
Don’t you know it’s all right
It’s all right
Sometimes I eat grilled cheese
And sometimes I eat fries
Sometimes I drink water
But then I might have to think twice
Woh-oh-oh
I don’t want no taters
No gravy on the top
I don’t want no salad
Or none of that other stuff
You know the one thing I want in my life
It’s all right
A RC Cola and a Moon Pie
It’s all right
Don’t you know it’s all right
It’s all right
It’s all right
Don’t you know it’s all right
It’s all right
With a RC Cola and a Moon Pie
Come on, Donn
Well, the time and place
Time and place
Time and place
We’ll make love
The right time and place
We’ll have a whole lots of fun
Making love to each other
Oh yeah
Well, you can bring whiskey
Why I’ll try and get some gin
Yes we’ll get real crazy
In the head
The right time and place
We’ll have a whole lots of fun
Talkin’ trash to each other
Oh yeah
Well, time and place
Time and place
Time and place
We’ll have love
The right time and place
We’ll have a whole lots of fun
Talkin’ trash to each other
Oh yeah
Well, if you can’t give me money
Well, I’ll have to settle for honey
‘Cause baby, why I can’t make love to you
On the credit
Why not?
‘Cause when you tell me credit
Why I get such a terrible headache
But time makes me better
At the end
Well, time and place
Time and place
Time and place
We’ll make love
The right time and place
We’ll have a whole lots of fun
Talkin’ trash to each other
Oh yeah
Well, time and place
Well, time and place
Time and place
To make love
The right time and place
We’ll have a whole lots of fun
Talkin’ trash to each other
Oh yeah
Thank you
Well, now time and place
Time and place
That’s the time
To make love
The right time and place
We’ll have a whole lots of fun
Talkin’ trash to each other
Oh yeah
Thank ya, thank ya, thank ya, thank ya, thank ya...
Instrumental
Come on everybody wake up to the beat
You and your friends got to get off your seat
Ain’t it all right
Ain’t it all right, yeah
Ain’t it all right
Hoo hoo hoo wee
Callin’ Dr. Howard for a girl named Sue
She’s got the rockin’ pneumonia and the boogie woogie flu
Ain’t it all right
Ain’t it all right, yeah
Ain’t it all right
Hoo hoo hoo wee
Everybody’s jumpin’ to a beat that’s hot
My heart is thumpin’ over somethin’ you got
Do the poopatindiddy, the blangdang too
Wait a minute baby, you ain’t through
Ain’t it all right
Ain’t it all right, yeah
Ain’t it all right
Hoo hoo hoo wee
Ain’t it all right
Ain’t it all right
Ain’t it all right
Ain’t it all right, yeah
Ain’t it all right
Hoo hoo hoo hoo wee
Hoo hoo hoo wee
Ain’t it all right
Ain’t it all right
Ain’t it all right
Ain’t it all right, yeah, yeah
Ain’t it all right
Ooooooo
Before we say goodnight to everybody
We are brothers and it’s written in the book
Why don’t we love one another, stop this fighting too
Join in, sing and dance to a happy, happy tune
And then you’ll find that you don’t have troubles at all
Doo-doo-doo
You got to wake up shouting with a big smile on your face
Put your best foot forward, good will to the human race
Try to love one another, each and every day
And then you’ll find that you don’t have troubles
And then you’ll find that you don’t have troubles
And then you’ll find that you don’t have troubles at all
Doo-doo-doo
Thank you everybody
Bye bye
Instrumental messing around
Instrumental
Are you hip to the big lip
Are you ready for the jive
Come on baby it’s time
Time for you to arrive
Can you take another big tip
Are you ready for the meat
Come on baby now get a grip
Are you ready for the beat
Are you ready to tremble
To the sound of the ever mounting trash
Can you, you listen to the cymbal
The one that’s ready to crash
Have you heard about the bad one
With the special move in your hips
Can you, you listen to the cymbal
Come on, baby, baby now, baby now
Yeah, come on
Is there something you’re missing
Did we uncover your stash
Or are you allowed to listen
To this dirty, nasty trash
Come on, get it to biglien (?)
Won’t you come on and listen to the jive
Now really, I think it’s about time
I think it’s about time
You do all right, yeah
Come on, baby
Come on, baby
Come on, baby
Baby you jive
Won’t you come on, baby, baby
Come alive
After I’ve been away from the subway trains
It’s not the same
And how could I forget the days
With all my friends at home
Well, you could sing a song
‘Bout the country
Or you could sing it on the farm
But don’t forget the boys
In the city
Well, they could sing about New York
Well, I used to sing upon the corner of my block
And we didn’t need no band to get off, yeah
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha...
Pick it up, pick it up
After I’ve been away from the subway trains
It’s not the same
And how could I forget the days
With all my friends at home
You could sing a song
‘Bout the country
Or you could sing it on the farm
But don’t forget the boys
In the city
Well, they could sing about New York
Well, I used to sing upon the corner of my block
And we didn’t need no band to get off
Oh no
Oh no
Umum umum umum
Well, you could sing a song
‘Bout the country
Well, you could sing it on the farm
Don’t forget the boys
In the city
Well, they could sing about New York
Well, they sang about grass on a hill
And they’re drinkin’ their booze from a still
While I sing about the trees and the park
And I’m smokin’ that weed after dark
Well, it wasn’t easy when I think about the rest
But I knew that things would be all right on the corner
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Umum umum umum
Well, you could sing a song
‘Bout the country
Well, you could sing it on the farm
But don’t forget the boys
In the city
Now they could sing about New York
Blues
Stay away from me
Blues
Why don't you let me be
Don't know why
You keep on haunting me
Love
Was never meant for me
True love
Was never meant for me
Seems somehow
We never can agree
Life
Is full of misery
Dreams
Are like a memory
Bringing back
Your love that used to be
Tears
So many I can’t see
Years
Don’t mean a thing to me
Time goes by
And still I can’t be free