American Life


In a town in southernmost Sicily
Lived a family too proud to be poor
In the year that fever took father away
They hastened for American shores
Now a mother and her son are standing in line
It's a cold day on Ellis Isle
And they look to the Statue of Liberty
For the boy we have American Life
Ong is a Laotian refugee
He works in the audio trade
The smoke from flux is filling his lungs
He's earning minimum wage
Spending spare time down on
San Pablo ave
Once a week gets a woman for the night
And he writes home tales of prosperity
For the boy we have American Life
Bob is an unemployed veteran
Born and bred in the South Bronx
He's living off the streets down in east L.A.
Residing in a cardboard box
Now he plays a little quit and he has a small dog
Searching for aluminum cans
And he hold on tight to his dignity
He was born into American Life.

Eleven


I just can't seem to blend
Into society
I have no hope for this dim
Simplicity of law and order
By whose rules I see no rhyme in
the reason
I hold no hope for this holy treason
Of love and so soft
By whose standards
They tell me, they tell me
Who are they, who is they?

Is It Luck?


My socks and shoes always match
Is it Luck?
There's a foot at the end of each of my legs
Is it Luck?
I can play my bass for you
Is it Luck?
Some gals like to kiss my face
Is it Luck? Is it Luck?
There was food inside your mouth today
Is it Luck?
Your barber cuts your hair just so
Is it Luck?
When the taste of sex is on your lips
Is it Luck ? Is it Luck ?

Cyanide works oh so fast
Is it Luck?
Polyester makes you sweat
Is it Luck?
If a graham cracker gets you off
Is it Luck
Love. Love ?
Is it Luck ? Is it Luck ?

TOMMY THE CAT


"I remember as it were a meal ago"

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.

Tommy the Cat is my name and I say unto thee...

"Say baby do you wanna lay down by me"?

Sathington Waltz


"Leave me alone ya salty sea hags..." 

Those Damn Blue Collar Tweekers



I've seen them out at Soco
They're pounding sixteen penny nails
The truckers on the interstate
Have been known to ride the rails
The sweat is beating on the brow
Can't keep these fellas down
'Cause those damned blue-collared tweekers
Are runnin' this here town
I knew a man who hung drywall
He hung it mighty quick
A trip or two to the blue room
Would help him do the trick
His foreman would pat him on the back
Whenever he would come around
'Cause these dammed blue-collar tweekers
Are beloved in this here town

Now the union boys are there
To protect us from all the corporate type
While curious George's drug patrol
Is out here hunting snipe
Now they try to tell me different
But you know I ain't no clown
'Cause those damned blue-collar tweekers
Are the backbone of this town


Now the flame that burns twice as bright
Burns only half as long
My eyes are growing weary
As I finalize this song
So sit back and have a cup o' joe
And watch the wheels go round
'Cause those damned blue-collar tweekers
Have always run this town...

Fish On


Felt a pang late one afternoon
I was fishin' off Muir beach
With Larry LeLonde
Grabbed a tuna salad sandwich
And I started to chew
Pretty soon Ler's yellin

Fish on. Fish on

I was just a little pup
And it was derby day
Was dad and me and Darrell
Out in San Pablo bay
Taco flavored Doritos
And my orange life vest
Dad caught a hundred pound sturgeon
On twenty-pound test
Now he fought that fish for an hour
And a half
Darrell'd say "Jump ya sons a bitch!"
And he grabbed for the gaff
When we got him in the boat
He measured six feet long
I was so danged impressed I had
To write a song called

Fish on


T'was a bright and sunny day
It was me and Todd Huth
Fishin' shark & Stingray
Out of Bohuas Lagoon

Well hey, hey, hey I'll be screwed,
Blued and tatooed
Looks like I got me one of them fish on.

Los Bastardos


Shut up you Bastards!!!!!!!!!!!

Professor Nutbutter's House of Treats


C'mon kiddies gather round.
Who's your foremost friend in town?
From main to maple the name resounds,
Professor Nutbutter.
He's the one, the humble one,
the Barkley County prodigal son.
Here to serve only you,
Professor Nutbutter.
At old Nutbutter's house of treats
from jellied jams to sacks of sweets,
There's creamy and nutritious spreads for all.
Chemist, master of entomology
the professor for a modest fee
Will cure what ails you,
guaranteed Professor Nutbutter.
It's alright, don't fear the worm.
C'mon kiddies don't be shy
be youthful til the day you die.
The man the myth,
the magic of Professor Nutbutter.
He's the one the only one
the Meeklybville prodigal son.
Here to help us with ourselves,
Professor Nutbutter
It's alright to fear the worm.
It's all right to fear the worm.
The worm, the worm is our friend.

Mrs. Blaileen


Mrs. Blaileen - she was a sixth grade teacher
And she controlled the children
By using humiliation.
The target always seemed to be Donny.
He was a bit slower than the others.
When he was quite young
His mother died at the kitchen table
While choking on some food.
The fashion of the day
Was bleach and tied Levi's.
Donny decided to make some,
But he didn't know to rinse them.
So he came to school a reekin'.
Bleach stenched filled the classroom.
Mrs. Blaileen began to chastise.
She made him feel like an asshole
two feet small.
Oh what a lonely boy.
Don and Ronald
They always stuck together
For they were a bit different than the others
And they were as tight as brothers
Then Ronald moved away.
Now Steven
He was year or two younger
And he really thought he was something.
He liked to harass other children
Or anyone he found outnumbered.   
Alone Don walks from fishing.
Steven and his friend they stop him.
They took his hat and they taunt him,
Pimp-slap him with a newspaper.
Don lunged forward with his fish knife
Then ran all the way home weeping.
He gave his knife to his father and
Said "I think I hurt Steve."
Oh what a lonely boy.