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Hyde's Hill Henhouse
02:57
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HYDE’S HILL HENHOUSE
When I was on the lam, I went to hide out on Hyde’s Hill
Where there’s a dozen hens, a rooster and a cat
A doo wack-a pretty ditty
A doo wack-a pretty ditty
A doo wack-a dingle dangle dum
A doo wack-a dingle dangle dum
The hens I had no beef with, but the rooster seemed to eye me
With suspicion and disdain right off the bat
A doo wack-a pretty ditty
A doo wack-a pretty ditty
A doo wack-a dingle dangle dum
A doo wack-a dingle dangle dum
Holy Hoagie, yummy yogi, sticky stogie, hot pierogi
I thought I ought’a try some meditation so I chose a comfy spot
And I just sat and sat and sat
A doo wack-a pretty ditty
A doo wack-a pretty ditty
A doo wack-a dingle dangle dum
A doo wack-a dingle dangle dum
A doo wack-a dingle dangle dum
That night I had a dream that I was floating out to sea
And I was thinking, “Is it over? Am I dead?”
A doo wack-a polliwoggy
A doo wack-a polliwoggy
A doo wack-a dingle dangle dum
A doo wack-a dingle dangle dum
I woke and found the cat had brought me something it had murdered in the night
A little mouse without a head
A doo wack-a polliwoggy
A doo wack-a polliwoggy
A doo wack-a dingle dangle dum
A doo wack-a dingle dangle dum
Hidey hodey, cute coyote, randy roadie, kinda grody
I went to feed the chickens but the rooster got aggressive
And he kicked and pecked and chased me around the shed
A doo wack-a polliwoggy
A doo wack-a polliwoggy
A doo wack-a dingle dangle dum
A doo wack-a dingle dangle dum
A doo wack-a dingle dangle dum
I knew that I could never win
So I headed right back to turn myself in
Doo wack-a pretty ditty
Doo wack-a pretty ditty
A doo wack-a dingle dangle dum
A doo wack-a dingle dangle dum
A doo wack-a dingle dangle dum
A doo wack-a dingle dangle dum.
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2. |
Making the Most of Space
02:55
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MAKING THE MOST OF SPACE
Alright, I guess I should just address this thing we’re going through
Though I confess it’s a messy thing to do
Maybe my mind simple fails to find what’s right in all that’s wrong
I thought I’d gain some wisdom, but I only gained a song
Something to do with patience
Something to do with pace
Tidying up your place
And making the most of space
Alright it’s time to acknowledge I’m bewildered just like you
And maybe this song is the best that I can do
I feel like I ought’a say something wise but I don’t know what to say
I thought I’d had an insight but I guess it got away
It was Something to do with patience
Something to do with pace
Tidying up your place
And making the most of space
Something about sitting one out
Something I almost get
I just haven’t put my finger on it yet
Something to do with patience
Something to do with pace
Tidying up your place
And making the most of space
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DON’T MENTION JANE TO JIM
Before our buddy Jim arrives, I thought I’d better get this out of the way
Jim’s been through a little snafu and there’s one name in particular not to say.
Don’t mention Jane to Jim.
Jim and Jane have called it quits
Jim’s a bit of a train-wreck,
Near the end of his wits
Mention Jane to Jim, and you might unravel him
So talk about taxation, immigration or inflation
Just don’t mention Jane to Jim.
They’re no longer what they were
And if you should bump into Jane,
Don’t mention Jim to her.
Mention Jane to Jim
And you might unravel him
So talk of economics, plate tectonics, standup comics,
But, for Pete’s sake don’t mention Jane to Jim,
They’re no longer what they were
And you’ll probably never bump into Jane, but if that should occur,
Don’t mention Jim to her
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4. |
Romantic to a Fault
03:01
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ROMANTIC TO A FAULT
Romantic to a fault
Like any other crooner out there who claims to be worth his salt
I’m romantic to a fault,
My ever ready heart,
Can nurture any casual crush until it’s a work of art,
My incorrigible heart,
That’s my way, I’m all about the schmaltz,
The tango and the waltz, it’s in my DNA.
So rarely does my head intervene and order my heart to halt
I’m forever in a daze, a sentimental haze
Romantic to a fault.
I know that I should rein it in. I know I ought’a cut it out.
Oh but when I’m falling, I know I’ve found my calling, of that I have no doubt.
It’s all I understand, it’s all I really want
It’s all I’m good at doing, when it comes to wooing,
I’m sort of a savant.
Tra la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la
It’s absurd, the poetry I write is juvenile and trite
But I mean every word
Supply me with a sky full of stars and somebody to exalt,
I dish out TLC, to a ridiculous degree,
Romantic to a fault.
Romantic to a fault.
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5. |
My Own Monster
02:37
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MY OWN MONSTER
I met many a lonesome ghost, going “oooh”.
But it’s my own monster that scares me most, going “oooh”.
No one else can see it, but it’s real, I guarantee it
And it follows me no matter what I do, going “oooh”.
I met many a ghastly ghoul, going “oooh”.
But I always managed to keep my cool, going (whistling)
Nothing else delivers all the shudders and the shivers
Not the shining nor the turning of the screw, going “oooh”.
It’s been with me chronically since puberty, I think.
My mother called an exorcist, my father called a shrink.
I thought I could escape it, so I flew to Kathmandu,
But even as we landed, I heard “Oooh”.
Been bamboozled, crushed and cursed, going “oooh”.
But it’s my own monster that scares me worst, going “oooh”.
It hinders and it haunts me and it teases me and taunts me
I confront it but the bastard won’t say boo.
Only “Oooh”
“Oooh”
“Oooh”.
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I SHOULD BE SOMEONE’S BOYFRIEND
I’m so pretty and so witty, I should be someone’s boyfriend
I’m rough and tumble, shy and humble, I should be someone’s boyfriend
I fought a wild boar and I won
I dragged him home and grilled him up well done.
Face it ladies, I’m the one. I should be someone’s boyfriend
Look at those boyfriends grazing, it’s amazing watching them in the wild
With their puffed up plumage, every time I see one, I wonder what it would be like to be one.
I’ve got flair and still got hair, I should be someone’s boyfriend
I never lie, I’m friends with Cher, I should be someone’s boyfriend
I know the ABCs in reverse. You could do better but you have done worse.
I’ll steal your heart and hold your purse.
I should be someone’s boyfriend, I should be someone’s boyfriend.
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7. |
In a Way
02:52
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IN A WAY
Did I ever get what I needed?
In a way I did, in a way.
Did I get out unscathed like she did?
In a way, perhaps, in a way.
It’s funny how life can do that,
How life can put you through that,
And then leave you right back where you started
Just a bit more broken hearted.
Did I ever learn what I should’ve?
I suppose I did, I suppose.
Did I give it all that I could have?
Who knows if I did, who knows?
Did I feel the love light dying?
Well it’s difficult to convey
You could say I did, in a way.
It’s funny how life can do that,
How life can put you through that,
And then leave you right back where you started
Just a bit more broken hearted.
Did I ever learn what I should’ve?
I suppose I did, I suppose.
Did I give it all that I could have?
Who knows if I did, who knows?
Did I feel the love light dying?
Well it’s difficult to convey
You could say I did, in a way.
You could say I did, in a way.
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8. |
Put on a Tie
01:57
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PUT ON A TIE
When the world humiliates and tortures you, here’s what you do:
Put on a tie.
When you get your heart demolished don’t delay. Right away,
Put on a tie
When you wind up stranded in a sticky spot,
All you have to do is tie a windsor knot
When you’re beginning to crack up, and you’re under attack,
And you don’t have a shoulder to cry on,
What’s the holdup? Get that tie on!
When life is giving you heck, quick, get a tie round your neck,
You won’t feel better,
But you’ll be wearing a tie.
Be it a necktie or a bow tie,
Any tie’s better than no tie,
A four in hand or a Pratt knot,
A cravat or an ascot,
A short one or one long enough to trip on,
You could even just clip on a clip on.
When you’re beginning to crack up, and you’re under attack,
And you don’t have a shoulder to cry on,
What’s the holdup? Get that tie on!
When life is giving you heck, quick, get a tie round your neck,
You won’t feel better, I’m not gonna lie,
But you’ll be wearing a tie.
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DOES IT HAVE TO HURT SO MUCH
Does it have to hurt so much? Does it have to sting?
Can you fall in love without suffering?
All these poets prattle on, but to their credit
When it comes to love’s lament they seem to get it
If it doesn’t break your heart, is that love at all?
Everyone who falls in love has to fall
If I could speak to Cupid I would ask him
Does it have to hurt so much, this love?
If it doesn’t break your heart, is that love at all?
Everyone who falls in love has to fall
If I could speak to Cupid I would ask him
Does it have to hurt so much, this love?
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10. |
I Keep it to Myself
02:00
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I KEEP IT TO MYSELF
When I work and when I play, when I try and when I toil,
When I simmer and I boil, I keep it to myself.
When I thrive and when I thrill, when I shudder with sensation,
I make no proclamation, I keep it to myself.
When I’m in despair, when I’m in defeat
I buckle down and button up, I’m too discreet to tweet.
When the Gods give me a break, when the Gods give me a breakdown
A shakeup or a shakedown, I keep it to myself
When I have resolve and when I have regret,
I might write a song but that’s the most you’ll ever get.
I have closed the window shades, I have closed the exhibition,
Now I’m on a secret mission, I keep it to myself. I keep it to myself.
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11. |
Cancel All My Plans
02:42
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CANCEL ALL MY PLANS
I’ve got a meeting at eleven, I’ve got a lunch at half past one,
I’ve got to split by 5:07. I’ve got some errands I should run.
Then I got my yoga class, six on the dot, I should be out ‘bout 7:04.
But I’d really rather cancel all my plans and lie with you a little bit more
I would really like to cancel all my plans and lie with you a little bit more
Last night we danced ‘til we were dizzy, last night we rolled some Cali Kush,
Today’s agenda’s awful busy, and I could use a little push.
If I had my druthers we’d be here all day and our feet would hardly touch the floor,
I would really like to cancel all my plans and lie with you a little bit more
I would really like to cancel all my plans and lie with you a little bit more
How can I behave in a regular way with my heart performing fancy flips
Going through the motions of a regular day daydreaming of your tender lips
Gotta get into my suit, slip into shoes, like I done so many times before
But I’d really rather cancel all my plans and lie with you a little bit more
I would really like to cancel all my plans and lie with you a little bit more
I would really like to cancel all my plans and lie with you a little bit more.
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I HEAR GOOD THINGS ABOUT NAPLES
Mi bambina, mi bella bambina, what a bella bambina you are,
The Mediterranean waters are beckoning us from afar,
If I sold my guitar and saved up some,
Maybe by this time next year,
You and I could be in Italy, in Italy, in Italy,
Naples is nice, I hear.
I hear good things about Naples. Let’s go to Naples at once.
Apparently there’s something in the air there,
I’m not kidding, I’ve been looking into airfare.
Picture us strolling in Napoli, passing piazzas quite happily,
If it’s all that they say, we might even stay
I hear good things about Naples,
Andiamo! Andiamo! I caught part of a travel show.
Andiamo! Andiamo! Now I suddenly have to go.
Let’s see Vesuvius and old Pompeii, the Amalfi coast for a getaway,
If it’s all that they say, we might even stay,
I hear good things about beautiful Naples,
I hear good things about Naples.
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Ben Patton Burlington, Vermont
Ben Patton is a songwriter, singer, multi-instrumentalist and producer from Vermont, USA.
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