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El Kabong
02:57
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Are there players always playing with your head?
What sweet meandering might lead you into bed?
Some kind of records must be kept
Among the players and the ladies they have slept.
I have always wondered why these liars don't do time
For killing things like love and trust
Or just for making good girls cry.
Are there players always playing with your mind?
What makes them players?
Well there's more than just one kind.
Their sympathies should be abhorred.
They'll tell you anything
Until you have been scored.
I'd like to take my old, cracked guitar
And act like El Kabong
And hammer out sweet justice,
Whacking each dumb players dong.
Take that for doing wrong
From El Kabong.
It seems like Georgie Porgie's gone insane.
He's lighting fires now
And he thinks that it's a game.
He cannot nurture what's within.
All that he wants is your extraordinary skin.
You would be mistaken if you thought I didn't too,
But honestly, there are better ways
To get your message through.
Take that,
Because it's true.
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2. |
Oh Mistress Mine
02:42
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Oh mistress mine
Where are you going?
Stay and hear
Your true love is coming.
He can sing both high and low.
Trip no further
Pretty sweet thing.
Journeys end
In lovers meeting
Every wise mans' son
Just knows.
What is love?
It is not hereafter.
Present mirth has present laughter.
What's to come
Is still unsure.
But, in delay
There lies no plenty.
Come on kiss me
Sweet and twenty.
Youth is a stuff that
Will not endure.
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3. |
Tilling Up Your Farm
04:13
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I turn them over
And I grind them into bits.
This hole I'm digging in
Is a whole nother trip.
When it's wide enough
Believe I'll slip a seed in it.
That's what keeps me tilling
Up your farm.
The days are torture
But the yield is sweet.
I believe, in time,
That I might enjoy the heat.
The heat I get from
Tilling up your farm.
It's like there are
Eight black beauties
Pulling hard
Upon my yoke.
It's all that I can do
To keep all that ground broke.
Beasts plod freely
Nearly everywhere I go.
When you see me
I think it's fair that you should know-
That's what keeps me
Tilling up your farm.
The days are torture
But the yield is sweet.
I believe, in time,
That I might
Enjoy the heat.
Enjoy the heat.
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4. |
Straight Shooter
03:19
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The finest thing
That you will ever do
Will be to love someone
And have that someone
Love you too.
Otherwise
We're leading
Uncompleted lives.
A veil of Maya
Surrounds the hypnotized
Who believe there's a reason
They should go it alone.
That's like
Leaving out the seasoning
And boiling the bone.
Every day some lunatic
Could up and
Leave you alone.
That's not what I would do
I believe that's been outgrown.
That's not what I would do.
I would take you home.
Take you home.
We've been through that
And I always knew
Should it come to this
It comes right down
To me and you.
Do you love someone?
Will you let someone love you?
I do. I do. I do. Yes, I do.
And I'm a real
Straight shooter
When it comes around to you.
The finest thing
That you will ever do
Will be to love someone
And have that someone
Love you too.
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5. |
Follow Through
02:26
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Ideas are grand and great
But, baby ain't it funny
How few get off the slate
And make a man some money.
Follow through. Follow.
If you've
Got no follow through
Your ideas are air
And you get nowhere.
I met a girl
In Conneaut
Whose beauty was alarming.
I gave her flowers and perfume.
She thought the gesture charming.
If you've got your
Follow through
You can go all night
And get off
When it's right.
Get off with you now.
Every situation has
Its ups and downs about it.
If it's clear
What you should do
There ain't no need
To shout it.
Follow through. Follow through.
If you've
Got your follow through,
Go go go all night.
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6. |
Had Ma'am
03:26
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I want it so bad.
I'm sorry, it's sad,
But there's
Not much more
To my world than you
Who must be had.
You must be had Ma'am.
I must have you.
How can I
get it through to you?
I guess the best way
Is give it all to you.
I'm like this
Half man;
Half me, half you.
You must be had ma'am.
I must have you.
If there's anything
I've held true,
It's embodiment
Is you.
I don't want
No half man.
I want the whole man
And you.
You must be
Had ma'am.
I must have you.
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7. |
Push Me In The Bushes
02:52
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Push me in the bushes.
Push me right away.
"Push me in the bushes"
Was all she'd ever say.
Inside her shrubbery
She preferred to stay,
Except once,
In Florida,
Where I had to
Push her in the bay.
She just loves the feeling
Of falling that way.
Who am I to say?
Who am I to say?
Push me in the bushes,
Now I'm the only one
To grasp her meaning
You have got to
Grasp her arms
And twirl her
In circles
Until she touches down.
Round and round and round
And round and round and round.
"Push me in the bushes"
Was all she'd say to me.
"Or take me to the ocean
And push me in the sea."
My love has one mild
Eccentricity.
Pushing in the bushes.
Other than that,
She's as normal as me.
Other than that,
She's as normal as me.
I
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8. |
Sparkling Time
02:29
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Look at the lights.
Well, aren't they something?
They shimmy and tango for us
As if they're happy for us.
They know something
That makes them feel like glowing.
Now what could make
A body shine like that?
Now there's something worth knowing.
Something like that.
It's kind of like
Knowing the future
Is actually bright
And that every new day
Can be a delight.
I look in the eyes of my love
And they shine.
Now I believe that
When they sparkle
It's our mirroring eyes
Reflecting in each
One sparkling mind.
I believe in sparkling minds.
I believe it's best
To get ours in line.
I believe we believe
It's sparkling time.
Let's sparkle in time.
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9. |
The Drunken Guns
04:35
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The drunken guns are rolling.
Hide your womans child.
The drunken guns
Fell off the wagon
And their tractor
Pulls for miles.
There's one able bodied seaman
On leave with six thousand bills.
There's a case of beer
for each man here
And there's two
For the landlord of these hills.
When the drunken guns
Are loaded,
Armed and feeling good,
They stumble around
The camping ground
Till they head out
For some hunting
In the woods.
Big buck and spotted white tail
Clear the hell
Out of there
And leave the drunken guns
To shoot the breeze
In the mud
With their guns
And the beer.
Then they tipped
That tractor over
And all the beer cans
Ran dry.
The drunken guns
They got so mad
They started hooting
And a-shooting at the sky.
Then the guns held up
For a big meeting,
And they circled around
To piss.
Well, some feet got wet
But they all agreed
They could shoot their way
Out of this here mess.
Then the guns
They started blazing
Till the ammo
was all gone.
Then they all
passed out
With one last shout,
"Convenient Food Mart
opens up at dawn."
Well, the birds, they got up
The next morning
And wondered
As they all flitted by,
"What strange event
Had come and went
And left these holes
Poked up in the sky?"
The drunken guns are rolling.
Hide your womans child.
The drunken guns
Fell off the wagon
And their tractor pulls
For miles.
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10. |
My Lips Itch
04:33
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My lips itch.
Bitch got me twisting
And shouting out id.
Beer blasting
Did me in.
I wish I didn't
But I did
And my lips itch.
My tongue touched
On a spot
Where love was gone
And there was rot.
I wish I didn't
But I did
And my lips itch.
My prick slipped
In and out.
The going's good
When you can
Get 'em to shout.
But my health has
Since declined
And I'm reminded why
Each time
My lips itch.
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11. |
Worn Out And Torn
04:45
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Worn out and torn.
You dragged it around
And now it's just
No good anymore.
That natural sheen
Is dusty and rusted
And faded and common
And nasty and mean.
What good is this thing?
It's ruined
And your fault
It's altered.
I gave it to you clean.
Now it's
Worn out and torn. Worn out and torn.
With so little care
You could have
Returned it to me
And I would
Still have something
That was there.
But you're too busy
Being free.
Free to keep
Nothing but freedom.
Honey, nothing is free.
And never again
Will I share
That which I cherish
With those
Who don't care
To keep it.
It's worn out and torn.
Keep it.
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