Pretty Baby

Look around your world Pretty Baby
Is it everything you hoped it'd be
The wrong guy
The wrong situation
The right time to roll to me
Roll to me
And look into your heart Pretty Baby
Is it aching with some aimless need
Is there something wrong and you can't put your finger on it
Right then
Roll to me
And I don't think I have ever seen a soul so in despair
So if you want to talk the night through
Guess who will be there
So don't try to deny Pretty Baby
You've been down so long
You can hardly see
When the engines stall and it won't stop raining
It's the right time to
Roll to me
Roll to me
Roll to me
And I don't think I have ever seen a soul so in despair
So if you want to talk the night through
Guess who will be there
So look around your world Pretty Baby
Is it everything you hoped it'd be
The wrong guy
The wrong situation
The right time to roll to me
The right time to roll to me
The right time to roll to meeee uuuhhhhhh

bout A Train

When I hear that train a-coming from the junction
Troublin' my mind is it's favorite function.
It makes that crying on that old air horn
Middle of the night, I can hear it mourn
The world is a stone hanging in the night
The train's a woman and she leaves behind a light
Love is gone, I mean washed out in the rain
Leaving town and mumbling something 'bout a train
Oh, about a train
My head is full of sky and my boots are full of ocean
And stolen designs for perpetual motion
Love scarred, shattered, tattered, and unfolding
Silent man, he won't tell me what it is
What it is he's holding
The world is a stone hanging in the night
The train's a woman and she leaves behind a light
Love is gone, I mean washed out by the rain
Leaving town and mumbling something 'bout a train
My heart is a stone, and my head is a canyon
Far off lonely home is my only companion
Love is gone, I mean washed out in the rain
Leaving town, mumbling something about a train.

At This Hour

Here he come walking down the street
Got them funky ragged things on his feet
He got half a busted moon in his smile
Now I know hes walked that long and lonely mile

Hes got the waistcoat made of sad, sad, sack
He see a red door and he want to paint it black
Hes got a vote for you now if you dare
To not pretend that hes not there

Yeah, hes coming down on you
Yeah, whatcha you gonna do?
Your the only one walking down the street
Hes the only one that youre likely to meet
At this hour baby,

Youre so used to living in luxury
Greeds made you blind and you just cant see
So many people in the world today
Who wont ever have things their own way

You live protected, respected, inside the law,
Youre sunny-side-up, hes wearing his yolk raw
You say you never took nothing hed refuse,
Hes living off the crap, man, that you cant use

‘bout A Train

When i hear that train a-coming from the junction
Troublin' my mind is it's favorite function.
It makes that crying on that old air horn
Middle of the night, i can hear it mourn

The world is a stone hanging in the night
The train’s a woman and she leaves behind a light
Love is gone, i mean washed out in the rain
Leaving town and mumbling something ‘bout a train
Oh, about a train

My head is full of sky and my boots are full of ocean
And stolen designs for perpetual motion
Love scarred, shattered, tattered, and unfolding
Silent man, he won't tell me what it is
What it is he’s holding

The world is a stone hanging in the night
The train’s a woman and she leaves behind a light
Love is gone, i mean washed out by the rain
Leaving town and mumbling something ‘bout a train

My heart is a stone, and my head is a canyon
Far off lonely home is my only companion
Love is gone, i mean washed out in the rain
Leaving town, mumbling something about a train

Bags Of Dirt

The more things change, the more they stay the same.
And the more it rains, the less I know.
Why do these foreign skies change the way home?
Why do these hotel walls hang their strangeness on my own?

Oh mama, Im gonna roll, with a truckload of hurt.
These wheels have rolled across I dont know how many bags of dirt

Barefoot in the back of the van, toss an arcing empty soda can.
Long ways, long days, waitresses frayed and underpaid we were harried and waylaid.
We arrived that evening and not a moment too soon.
Finding a place it was, you may say, cool.

These sketches of an infinite architecture are ink and unconfirmed conjecture
A dream glimpse of the puppeteers knuckle a fragment of a fraction of a gesture

Oh mama, Im gonna roll, with a truckload of hurt.
These wheels have rolled across I dont know how many bags of dirt

Beasts In The Woods

Let me illuminate my interpretation
Which I will try to serve with an illustration
All the beasts in the woods
Bare their fangs and peddle goods

Let us take the diagram, examine it in detail
Some channels they are wholesale, some are retail
You need only attach the tags
To make merchandise of your rags

Blessings and plagues descend upon the land
Where are the gods to protect us?
Think I see a shining hand

Let us take the masses and use them as our model
The rich and poor in their mansions and their hovels
Will we have the option to thrive?
Will there be a door to survive?

Big Fat Funky Booty

My babys nice, shes so polite.
She says please? when she ask me
Stay the night
Shes around the house, she love me so.
She pickin up a little bit of my
Rising, rising dough.
Good lordy god, my gosh all mighty,
Her booty fine, and its trimmed so tidy,
Horseradish, mama, just a smidge,
Spend a whole lotta time peekin into
Her big old kitchen fridge.

Gotta love it, its my duty
She gotta big fat funky booty,
Not above it, makes me moody
Whole mess of big fat funky booty

Waoh! sweet sugar plum
Im crippled, blind, a little deaf and dumb.
Its wonderful, could I get a little more?
cause its about as wide as my big old garage door.
Were in bed and its late at night, she put her
Arms around me and she hold me tight
But I say, no baby, no baby, no,
But I sure could use a bit of your funky booty though.?

Bigger I Laugh, The Harder I Cry

Oh I know you're only
Heavy with your gold
You drag your feet so slowly
Like you hate to go
The more I walk on eggshells
The more I step on nails
I got a million plans
But each one fails
I'd rather you treat me like I treat you (I treat you)
Than me treat you the way you tend to do
Because I love the way you like me
I'd like you to love me so
I can see your heart
Is hunting for a place to go
The more I learn to hover
The less I learn to fly
The bigger I laugh
The harder I cry
I'd rather you treat me like I treat you (I treat you)
Than me treat you the way you tend to do
The bigger I laugh
The harder I cry...
Oh I know you're lonely
Your picture tells me so
You drag your feet so slowly
Like you hate, hate to go
The more I learn to live
The more I'd hate to die
The bigger I laugh
The harder I cry
I'd rather you treat me like I treat you (I treat you)
Than me treat you the way you tend to do
The bigger I laugh
The harder I cry...

Biscuit Head

Hey now eddie all covered in confetti
Cmon over here and gimme some of your spaghetti

Hey now ed you big biscuit head
Stop cracking your toes and get your pig out my bed

Hey now mack with your head in a crack
Your body in a bag and your flamingo in a sack

Hey now chester you big baby bester
Who cuts your clothes the butcher or the jester?

Biscuit head why you have a biscuit head
Biscuit head a noteworthy biscuit head

Hey now mabel why you looking for a label
I hope that uou dont get eaten in the fable

Hey now nellie with an anchor on your belly
Shall I compare peanut butter to your jelly

Hey now fellow rocker youre such a good talker
Cant chew gum and rockefeller from your locker

Hey now bill did you get your fill
Cmon up the stairs come up and sign your will

Biscuit head you got a double decker biscuit head
Its got you all laid up in bed

Breakfast In Bed

Yeah my baby, shes so fine
She give my scrambled eggs with a glass of wine
She give me breakfast in bed
Yeah mama, breakfast in bed
She give me juice and tea and a pat on the head
Breakfast in bed

Now my baby, youd like her too
She give me the paper when Im blue
She give me breakfast in bed
Yeah mama, breakfast in bed
She give me toast at tea and a pat on the head
Breakfast in bed

Yeah my baby, shes so fine
I dont need no exit signs
She give me breakfast in bed
Yeah mama, breakfast in bed
She give me toast for tea and a pat on the head
Breakfast in bed

Shes my baby, shes the most
She always butters my toast
She give me breakfast in bed
Breakfast in bed
I get my juice, toast and a pat on the head
Breakfast in bed

Screen my eyes, its too sunny
She give me easy over with my yolks runny
She give me breakfast in bed
Oh, breakfast in bed
I get my juice, toast and a pat on the head
Breakfast in bed

Toast for tea and a pat on the head
Breakfast in bed
She give me toast for tea and a pat on the head
Breakfast in bed
Cha - cha - cha