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All Songs and Lyrics © 1996-2007 by J. Kregg Barentine/Emerald Ave. Music All
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These lyrics may not be reprinted in any form without the express written consent
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Click on any link below to jump to that song.) Big Top - Business End Of The Barrel - Checkbook Daddy-O - Happy, Happy BirthdayI Got U - It's What You Need - I've Been A Bad, Bad, Christmas Boy - Let's Play Some Ball
Limbo - Roswell - Sam The Clam - Santa Swings - Too Pooped To Pop - Vaminos, Los Gatos
"Big Top" [Back To Index]
Big Top! Big Top!
Underneath the Big Top, here come the clowns,
Everybody goes when the show comes to town.
Hurry, don’t be late to get a good seat,
Come and see the world’s most defying feats.
There’s no net, you can bet, underneath the high wire,
And far down below a man eats red-hot fire.
Big Top! Big Top!
You wanna go? You cant say no, and I’m here to steal the show,
You know that Big Top’s here to rock your world.
People hold their breath as the trainer plays with death
Inside the cage where the lions roar.
And to the side there could be what you really want to see
Attention, ladies and gents, I’m about to make my entrance.
Big Top! Big Top!
I’m your Big Top woman, I’m your dancing freak,
I’m your Big Top woman, come on and free your mind to speak,
I’m your Big Top woman, when its my time around,
Sisters and brothers, the clowns don’t frown.
Underneath the Big Top, here come the clowns,
Everybody goes when the show comes to town.
Hurry don’t be late to get a good seat,
Come and see the world’s most…
I’m your Big Top woman, I’m your dancing freak
I’m your Big Top woman, you cant avert your eyes to peek,
I’m your Big Top woman, just like Sir Newton found,
Honey, gravity holds things down.
I’m your Big Top woman, I’m your dancing freak
I’m your Big Top woman, you’ll all recover in about a week,
I’m your Big Top woman, has the cat got your tongue?
And this gig ain’t over ‘til Big Top Lady has sung.
And I’m done.
"The Business End Of The Barrel"
[Back To Index]We’re gonna wash you clean, we’re gonna rub it out,
If you don’t take that train, your gonna do without,
Traverse Arizona, come feel the heat,
But the heat I pack will make you sweat a bead,
Don’t look now ‘cause I’m on your lead at,
The business end of the barrel,
The business end of the line,
No time to load before the end of the road,
Your at the business end of time.
You want profits? I’ll deal the deck.
A deep pocket? But don’t stick out your neck.
A hope to retire and a hot blond to kiss,
Don’t be fooled, this is no militia,
Don’t look back, I’m not gonna miss you at ,
The business end of the barrel,
The business end of the line,
No time to load before the end of the road,
Your at the business end of time.
A wiser man might find he’s got nothing to leave behind
Feel free there, chump, live high, dig in, I’ll light the torch, let the games begin.
Buddy, do you have a clue how long you’ll cruise Park Avenue
Believe me, Holmes, what now must be will strike you elementary
Lock,
Lock, load-
Lock & load,
I’m lockin’ & a loadin’ and I’m rockin’ and a rollin’ at
the
The business end of the barrel,
The business end of the line,
No time to load before the end of the road,
Your at the business end of time.
Remember while you take a sip there’s many a slip from cup to lip
The sun will rise as a sure bet, but just as sure, the sun will set…
At the business, you’re at the business,
You want some business? I got your business!
You’re at the Business!
"Checkbook Daddy-O"
[Back To Index] I look back to the day we met, there was nothing too good for my gal,Look, Mack, there’s no shame in the fact sometimes you’ve got to throw in the towell,
I bought jewelry, gowns and the finest things, Paul Mitchell to style your hair,
Limousines and a credit line that extends to the French Riviera.
Just what it takes to find affection your direction in an instant leaves a man in the cold,
I’m having a heart attack, I’m a check book daddy-0.
You broke the bank-(you broke the bank),
I waste the dough- (he wastes the dough),
I’m having a heart attack, I’m a check book daddy-0.
Hands down your the queen of the town, the connoisseur of all luxury,
No noun defines the kind of a clown that I lately have come to be,
I’ve spent every dime (short of robbery) on designer shoes and expensive hats,
Massage therapy, liposuction fat reduction, and a breast enlargement bill that left me
flat.
The creditors are gonna get me and they let me know they’re gonna throw myself in
jail, oh no,
I’m having a heart attack, I’m a check book daddy-0.
You broke the bank-(you broke the bank),
I waste the dough- (he wastes the dough),
I’m having a heart attack, I’m a check book daddy-0.
Non-stop on the way to the top you’re burning holes in my pocket bill
You don’t drop like you say when you shop unless you’re dropping coins in a cash
drawer till.
Its so confusing when you’re using and abusing my affection on the get from the go,
I’m having a heart attack, I’m a check book daddy-0.
You broke the bank-(you broke the bank),
I waste the dough- (he wastes the dough),
I’m having a heart attack, I’m a check book daddy-0.
It’s one for the money-(one for the money),
Two for the dough-(spend the dough),
Baby makes three?-(Oh no!)
I’m a Checkbook-Daddy-O.
"Happy, Happy Birthday"
[Back To Index] Another year has come and gone,Put on a smile and not a frown,
If all the world were here today,
There’s one thing we would say…
Happy, happy, birthday!
Happy, happy, birthday!
Happy, happy, birthday!
It comes from me to you
Happy, happy, birthday!
Now its time to party,
Happy, Happy.. We really mean it!
Happy,
Happy Birthday,
To you.
"I Got U"
[Back To Index]I aint got no clothes to wear
I aint got no dime to spare
I aint got no food to eat
I aint got no shoes on my feet
I aint got no case to plead
I aint got no dog to feed
I aint got no pitch to sell
I aint got no wishing well
But what I got is all I need
(Chorus)
I got you and you got me
I got you and we got we
I got you, so snuggle up to me
It aint particularly hard to see,
I got you and you got me
I aint got no swimmin hole
I aint got no fishin pole
I aint got no shoppin spree
I aint got no college degree
I aint got no silver spoon
I aint got no mystic rune
I aint got no Yogi Bear
I aint got no pretty hair
But what I got is all I need
And when we hug we’re like cuddle bugs
Swingin’ from a cuddle bug tree
And with a wink and nod we’re two peas in a pod
Everything I want is right here with me,
Chorus (2X)
"It's What You Need"
[Back To Index] Its not what you want, its what you needIts not what you want, its what you need
A more open book cannot anybody find to read.
Just one kiss, baby, acquiesce
My malaise is you in that dress
Notoriously, you send this "Private Dick" on a lead
That rolls right back to the very same man to plead,
Its not what you want, its what you need
Its not what you want, its what you need
A more open book cannot anybody find to read.
Safe passage taunts me through your realm
A femme fatale awaits me at the helm
This valiant knight will take you for a ride on his stead
With nobles and an entourage of servants to accomplish the deed.
Its not what you want, its what you need
Its not what you want, its what you need
A more open book cannot anybody find to read.
"I’ve Been A Bad, Bad, Christmas Boy"
[Back To Index]I’ve been a bad, bad, Christmas boy
I wont receive one good toy,
I’m so depressed, I think I’m gonna cry , not one dry eye,
I’ve been a bad, bad, Christmas boy.
Oh,.. When I was just a youngster, age of five
I took a lizard and a pocket knife,
Hid in my suit coat, I arrived at Church and commenced to search- (what did you search?):
...In front of me was a lady in black, whose buttons on her back I carefully cut with my
trusty Swiss army knife, Carefully, I gave Mr. Lizard a new lace home, when, to my dismay,
as the woman leaped up, it wasn’t just my plot that was exposed (you were bad!) I
know…
I’ve been a bad, bad, Christmas boy
I wont receive one good toy,
I’m so depressed, I think I’m gonna cry , not one dry eye,
I’ve been a bad, bad, Christmas boy.
Not much had changed as I had gained in years
I took a summer job down by the pier
I noticed all the porta-johns I spied were occupied, so… (so what?):
...So I stepped behind the pier, certain no-one was near, well, when you gotta go you gotta go, that’s my motto, but tell that to the cop who cuffed me and stuck me in the joint. I was framed, defamed, and now they’ll add a black mark to my name (you are bad!)
I’ve been a bad, bad, Christmas boy
I wont receive one good toy,
I do believe that I have been deprived, I think I’m gonna cry,
I’ve been a bad, bad, Christmas boy.
So learn this lesson or you’ll have this fate,
A broken heart if you procrastinate
So please excuse me while I say goodbye, to be good I’ll try…
...Hey, baby, come on over here and sit on Santa’s lap. What do you want for Christmas? - "Hey, you’re not Santa…" (you are bad) I know!
I’ve been a bad, bad, Christmas boy
I wont receive one good toy,
I’m so depressed I think I’m gonna cry, not one dry eye,
I’ve been a bad, bad, Christmas boy.
"Let's Play Some Ball!"
[Back To Index]"It’s the bottom of the ninth inning, the home team up to bat with two outs and down by three runs with bases loaded . An awesome weight of responsibility rests solely upon batter-up, "Mike the Spike" Hannahan, already with two strikes. The fate of this underdog team awaits this final act of desperation while every man , woman, child and beast holds its breath. And here comes the windup…."
Take me out to the ball game, let’s hit the highway, I’ve got the itch,
‘Cause I know this place where time stands still in the windup of a starting pitch
Give me a hot dog, give me a peanut bag, give me some popcorn and a Coke with that,
Tell the big, bad, boss to hold my calls How ‘bout a day off, let’s play some
ball!
Let’s play ball! (Let’s play some ball!)
Let’s play ball! (Let’s play some ball!)
Hey’ ya’ll! (Let’s play some ball!)
Don’t you stall when you make that call,
Hey there, Ump, let’s play some ball!
Come rain come shine I’ll be standing in line just as long as the ball is fair,
You gotta make those plays while you’re stealing a base and if you’re fielding
dont be catching air,
Give me a baseball, give me a glove that fits, give me a right field, left field seat to
sit
Give it your all to whack it over the wall Swing that bat, let’s play some ball!
Let’s play ball! (Let’s play some ball!)
Let’s play ball! (Let’s play some ball!)
He’ ya’ll! (Let’s play some ball!)
Don’t you stall when you make that call,
Hey there, Ump, let’s play some ball!
All the world’s in love with The small white ball with red stitch
Come on, let’s root for the home team,Slide to the plate and dig that ditch!
(Solos)
Let’s play ball! (Let’s play some ball!)
Let’s play ball! (Let’s play some ball!)
He’ ya’ll! (Let’s play some ball!)
Don’t you stall when you make that call,
Hey there, Ump, let’s play some ball!
Hey, Mickey! (Let’s play some ball!)
Hey, Willie! (Let’s play some ball!)
Hey, Joe and Babe! (Let’s play some ball!)
I’m a true blue fan through the end of it all,
Hey there, world, (Let’s play some ball!)
"And he hits it out of the ball park!"
"Limbo"
[Back To Index]Every day I go to work to pay the rent and all the bills,
Up in the morning they break my back, tomorrow I gone, I’m cut
back.
Limbo, Limbo, me job is in limbo,
Limbo, Limbo, everybody do the limbo!
I talk on the phone to my lover true, that is what I do
She say she love me but I think she lie, she goin’ with another
guy.
Limbo, Limbo, me love is in limbo,
Limbo, Limbo, everybody do the limbo!
Limbo, Limbo, me love is in limbo,
Limbo, Limbo, everybody do the limbo!
How low can you go? How low can you go?
How low can you go? How low does it go?
I like to run, I like to exercise, I thinkin’ that is wise,
But as I run a vicious dog do come and bite me on the bum (and the
limb-o),
Limbo, Limbo, me life was in limbo,
Limbo, Limbo, everybody do the limbo!
I thinkin’ as I look up at the stars, I wonder who we are,
And though I’m pretty sure I think I know, well…
Hmmm…what do you think? Here we go!
Limbo, Limbo, this life is in limbo.
Limbo, Limbo, everybody do the limbo!
Limbo, Limbo, this life is in limbo.
Limbo, Limbo, everybody do the limbo!
"Take things step by step…" I say, "don’t
let life get you down."
"Roswell" [Back To Index]
Roswell, that’s the town that I come from,
There’s nothing like New Mexico in the searing desert sun.
Roswell, you’ve heard the name amidst sneers and stares,
But, friend, go mock someone else because, listen, I was there.
I heard a noise, I saw a flash at the northern part of my land,
So with a shotgun and box of shells I thought I’d make my stand.
Out amidst the fiery blaze and some kind of craft debris,
Walked out three men (if you’d call them that), this, they said to me,
Take me to your leader, take us to the man with the plan,
Take us to the bloke who all the folk claim parties like the Rat Pack,
And swings like Glenn Miller can. They said,
Bood-lee-ah, We came to swing!
Bood-lee-ah, We came to swing!
Bood-lee-ah, We came to swing!
Bood-lee-ah, We came to swing!
I must admit, the way they looked it took some getting used to,
I took the three to catch a train, the Chattanooga Choo Choo.
Now I’m not a gambling man by any means and I rarely look at the stars,
But if I had to bet my life today, I’d say they came from Mars.
From Tennessee we hopped a track that led us to the hub,
That took us straight to Harlem town beside the Cotton Club.
I took them to a clothing shop to get some brand new threads,
And up they walked straight to the joint, and this is what they said,
Take me to your leader, take us to the man with the plan,
Take us to the bloke who all the folk claim parties like the Duke
And swings like Cab Calloway can. They said,
Bood-lee-ah, We came to swing!
Bood-lee-ah, We came to swing!
Bood-lee-ah, We came to swing!
Bood-lee-ah, We came to swing! Everybody sing!
[horn soli section]
Roswell, a "one horse town", my grandad used to say,
I don’t think he’d be quite accurate if he’d seen us there that day,
Take me to your leader, take us to the man with the plan,
Take us to the bloke who all the folk claim parties like Sinatra
And swings like Louis Prima can. They said,
Bood-lee-ah, We came to swing!
Bood-lee-ah, We came to swing!
Bood-lee-ah, We came to swing!
Bood-lee-ah, We came to swing!
"Sam The Clam"
[Back To Index]Sam The Clam, famed throughout the land,
Kickin’ back at the beach lying in the sand
Can you dig it? …Can you dig it?
Sam The Clam says, "That’s what I am",
"I wouldn’t want to perpetrate a scam."
Can you dig it? …Can you dig it?
"But before you decide where the blame is put,
I’m gonna dance around and tap my foot."
Go, Sam! Sam the Clam! Go, Sam! Sam the Clam!
Sam The Clam, sings in a band
Writes songs about the sea and has a lot of fans,
Can you dig it? …Said can you dig it?
Sam the Clam, he’s a ladies man
Bikinis hoppin’ at Sam’s command
Can you dig it? …Said can you dig it?
But before he’s gone and his song is sung,
He’ll serenade you in his native tongue.
Go, Sam! Sam the Clam! Go, Sam! Sam the Clam!
Sam the Clam, give the man a hand
And the crowd goes wild as he takes the stand,
Can you dig it? Can you dig it?
But before he’s done and the lights go out
He’s gonna make you all sing and shout.
Say yeah, yeah, oh yeah!
He’s coming down like a hurricane
Go, Sam! Sam the Clam! Go, Sam! Sam the Clam!
"Santa Swings"
[Back To Index] Workin’ elves never stoppin (never stoppin’)While the man is hoppin’ (the man is hoppin’)
In his nice red zoot suit (red zoot suit)
And his Christmas boots (Christmas boots)
Double checking all things (checking all things)
Hey, cats, dont you know Santa swings?
Santa swings, (he’s flyin’ high),
Oh, you’d better not pout, (and you’d better not cry)
Santa swings, he’ll be cuttin’ a rug,
Now watch all the reindeer jitterbug!
Candy cane makers (candy cane makers)
And all the holiday bakers (holiday bakers)
Workin’ ‘round the clock (round the clock)
Helpin’ Santa to rock (Santa to rock)
All the presents he’ll be bringin’
Hey kids, dont you know Santa’s swingin’!
[Chorus]
All the toys sing- Hey (Hey)
Ho ho ho (ho ho ho)
Zayd an dooby dot (zay an dooby dot)
Dabuday (dabuday)
Ay ay ay ay (ay ay ay ay)
Zoot n zabadu zot (zoot n zabadu zot)
Wooten doy de doy de do (wooten doy de doy de do)
Ohhhh! (ohhhh!)
Santa swings, (he’s flyin’ high),
Oh, you’d better not pout, (and you’d better not cry)
Santa swings, down the chimney feet first
And right back up before I sing the last verse!
Clutter on the rooftop (clutter on the rooftop)
Ain’t nothin’ but a hoof hop (nothin’ but a hoof hop)
Elves fingers are snappin’ (elves fingers are snappin’)
And the toys, they are a clappin’ (toys, they are a clappin’)
Merry Christmas to all and the joy that it brings,
Hey, world, dont you know Santa swings?
[Chorus]
Santa swings, he’s flyin’ high
You’d better not pout and you’d better not cry
Santa swings, saying as he takes flight,
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"
Good night.
"Too Pooped To Pop"
[Back To Index] If you knew what I knew down your jaw would drop,But you’re drop dead down on your pillow, You’re too pooped to pop.
I’m in my ride doin’ ninety-five, zoomin’ by a cop
He wont catch my rod in the land of nod, he’s too pooped to...
To pop…to pop… to pop, to pop.
Popatupa popatupa popatupop pop, you’re too pooped to pop,
Popatupa popatupa popatupop pop, he’s too pooped to pop.
A hive of bees swings from the trees, harvesting that honey crop,
So go smoke their home and take the honeycomb, they’ll be too pooped to pop.
There’s this girl down at club, man, that girl can hop,
But her decline means the floor is mine cause she’s too pooped to...
To pop…to pop… to pop, to pop.
Popatupa popatupa popatupop pop, they’re too pooped to pop,
Popatupa popatupa popatupop pop, she’s too pooped to pop.
Too pooped to pop too pooped doobadabuday (dabuday!)
Too pooped to pop too pooped doobazabuzay (zabuzay!)
Too pooped to pop too pooped doobazabadooway (zabadooway!)
Too pooped to pop too pooped to pop, to pop to pop, Hey!
I’m at the show with a girl I know, she wants popcorn buttered on top
But the concession man isn’t at the stand, he’s too pooped to pop.
I’m at my barber, Stan, I said, "Man, can you cut my mop?"
He put down his scissors to drain his lizard, he’s too pooped to…
To pop…to pop… to pop, to pop.
Popatupa popatupa popatupop pop, you’re too pooped to pop,
Popatupa popatupa popatupop pop, you’re too pooped to pop.
If you knew what I knew down your jaw would drop,
But you’re drop dead down on your pillow, You’re too pooped to pop.
We’re out of juice and sleep induced so now this song will stop,
Because were too tired to play anymore, we’re too pooped to...
Popatupa popatupa popatupop pop, we’re too pooped to pop,
Popatupa popatupa popatupop pop, we’re too pooped to pop.
Go! Go! Go! (no! no! no!) Go! Go! Go!
Go! Go! Go! (no! no! no!) Go! Go! Go!
Popatupa popatupa popatupa popatupa popatupa popatupa popatupa popatupa
Popatupa popatupa popatupa popatupa You’re too pooped to pop!
"Vaminos, Los Gatos"
[Back To Index] At the border on the southern side, I found a jump swingin’ place to hideUndoubtedly you’ll use your dancing shoes for other things besides a shuffle blues
Do you detect a slight sarcastic tone to this embellishment I call my own
If only then I knew what I now know I’d stay at home without a place to go
Vamanos los gatos, forget your swingin’, jump, jive and wail,
Vamanos los gatos, or you’ll be swingin’ in a Mexican jail.
I never knew I’d need a place to hide until the government tried to tan my hyde
Is it really a crime to wash all the dollar bills that need some cleaning, by gosh?
I’m just a man, by damned, and a man who needs some of the luxuries from the Man, by
damned!
It’s an unfortunate twist to have to reveal what I no longer can conceal.
Vaminos los gatos, forget your swingin’, jump, jive and wail,
Vaminos los gatos, or you’ll be swingin’ in a Mexican jail. Set sail.
You see, I’m the leader a swing band and our presence is in big demand,
Between our fans and the I.R.S., we’re running to a place that you’ll have to
guess (I confess),
At first the band was well received by more senoritas than you can conceive,
And up ‘til now the band was living fat before authority caught wind of that.
Vaminos los gatos, forget your swingin’, jump, jive and wail,
Vaminos los gatos, or you’ll be swingin’ in a Mexican jail.
Hey, you swing cats, you’d better chase the horizon, la policia is out to getcha!
I dont know what’s worse, sharing a cell with Ramon or never swinging again,
babies…
Now we live in fear of Pancho Villa, begging beans on rancid corn tortillas,
This is my last Taquito order, I’m gonna miss that country south of the border,
Now we’re stowed away upon a ship, headed for someplace here they’ll find us
hip,
I hear the Phillipines are kinda nice, just steer away from places made of ice.
Vaminos los gatos, forget your swingin’, jump, jive and wail,
Vaminos los gatos, or you’ll be swingin’ in a Mexican jail.
Vaminos los gatos, forget your swingin’, jump, jive and wail,
Vaminos los gatos, or you’ll be swingin’ in a Mexican, with hands around our
necks again,
Swingin’ in a Mexican jail!