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Who's Your Baby Boo?
02:45
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WHO’S YOUR BABY BOO?
Eight in the morning, ready or not
Waking and baking and breakfast
I hold her close as the pot hits the spot
We sit and stare at the sunlight
Glowing on each floating speck of dust as it beams in the window
She puts on a record, I feed the cats
Singing along with the music
Winter is waning, we’ll be alright
Holding her tight, fucking high as a kite
Who’s your baby boo?
I wanna hear it straight from you.
Let me know - tell me you love me so.
Who’s your lucky beau?
Will he stand up and say hello?
Baby, who, Baby Boo?
Feeling all my woes and worries bubble like champagne
As they fizzle and let go of me at last,
Throwing out the future and the past.
Who’s your baby boo?
I wanna hear it straight from you.
Let me know - tell me you love me so.
Who’s your lucky beau?
Will he stand up and say hello?
Baby, who, Baby Boo?
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SHE’S GOT ANIMAL CRACKERS
(She's got) animal crackers
(She's got) talking tattoos
(She's got) alien pleasures
(She's got) edible shoes
She's got a houseboat in the harbor of my heart, she got she got
(She's got) underpaid interns
(She's got) the back bay blues
She's got a hotline to the KGB,
Friends in the dept. of the treasury,
Be that as it may,
She don't got one kind word to say.
(She's got) Practical values
(She's got) delicate hands
(She's got) funky umbrellas
(She's got) mammary glands
She's got a country place outside of New Rochelle, she got she got
(She's got) Pointy incisors
(She's got) Japanese fans
She's got the Mayor lapping at her toes,
How she does it, why she does it no one knows.
Be that as it may,
She don't got one kind word to say.
Sitting on her shoulder is an angel with a harp,
No matter where she looks she looks so sharp.
She's got a copy of ‘The Fountainhead’
Dangling from a disco ball above her bed.
Be that as it may,
She don't got one kind word to say.
Sitting on her shoulder is a devil in a cape,
Wondering how she stays in such great shape.
(She's got) affable banter
(She's got) venison stew
(She's got) terrible secrets
(She's got) hullabaloo
She's got a piece of General Mills that pays the bills, she got she got,
(She's got) classical training
She's got business to do
She's got a Smith and Wesson .45,
The B-side is her favorite, it was laid down live.
Be that as it may,
She don't got one kind word to say.
She got, she got...
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PEOPLE LIKE ME NEED PEOPLE LIKE YOU
The way you stand by what you’ve said,
The way you seldom lose your head,
The way you always make your bed,
And make your mark,
The way you calmly draw the line,
With a hand much steadier than mine,
Somehow you find a way to shine,
When all is dark.
People like me need people like you.
To understand them the way they do.
I couldn’t say why but it seem to be true.
People like me need
People like me need
People like you.
The way I always bite the bait,
Pile too much on my plate,
Show up high an hour late,
What can I do?
The way I twist up in a knot,
I feel all cold and I act all hot,
A stubborn kid who can’t be taught,
It’s like you knew,
That people like me need people like you.
To understand them the way they do.
Couldn’t tell ya why but it seem to be true.
People like me need
People like me need
“Lover please don’t cry, lover please don’t cry
Lover please don’t cry, I’m by your side.”
People like me need people like you.
People who forgive the way you do.
Recently I’ve been thinking this through
People like me need
People like me need
People like you.
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4. |
For the Win
02:28
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FOR THE WIN
People gather round!
We’ve travelled to your town
To show you how we found Salvation!
For the win, For the win When the medicine kicks in.
You are gold, You are gold, When the medicine takes hold.
(Does it work every single time?)
I don’t know, I don’t know
(Could it work on a friend of mine? Maybe I’d better get in line!)
Who will be the first?
Who needs help the worst?
Authentic unrehearsed Salvation!
For the win, For the win When the medicine kicks in.
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5. |
Capital Two
02:30
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CAPITAL TWO
Up in the barn
Out in the hay
Up on the hill
Down by the bay
Everyone’s up
So much dancing to do
(Butterfly baby with the one blue shoe)
Everyone drop down!
Capital Two
Out in the park
Over in Queens
Up in the Bronx
Down in the teens
Everyone’s hip
So much dreaming to do
(Bakersfield baby with the red canoe)
Everyone drop down!
Capital Two
Have you had your fill of pop psychology?
Are you disenchanted with technology?
Does somebody owe you an apology?
Well follow me. Just follow me.
Under the stars
Over the moon
Off of the grid
Up the lagoon
Everyones good
So much Doo-bidee-doo
(Bad Beetle Bailey with the high IQ)
Everyone drop down!
Capital Two
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I FEEL LIKE BREAKING INTO SONG
I just received a letter from my special one
I cannot slow the beating of my heart
The setting sun is putting on it’s pageantry
It’s poetry, a work of art
Lazy horses grazing in a field
Early evening shadows growing long...
Darling, say it’s true
Don’t know what to do,
I feel like breaking into song.
The constable is busy with the boxcar boys
I’m clutching the apothecary’s jar
The diplomat is waiting where he said he’d be
Impatiently, beside his car
Cashing in that favor after all
Let the Saints determine right from wrong.
Lacing up my shoes
Time to light the fuse
I feel like breaking into song.
Give this to the Bishop when he comes
I’ll be miles away before too long
I’ll head South down the Delaware
I got a girl down there.
I feel like breaking into... breaking into...
Wooo!
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PUT IT IN A PAN AND FRY IT
I need some lift to get me high,
I'm not a natural high kinda guy
I need runway if I plan on taking off.
Before I can even begin to turn the tables,
I need jump-jump-jumper cables.
I need more roughage in my diet,
Put it in a pan and fry it.
I need some funk to set me free
I got a funk deficiency
Lay it on me like it’s August in the Bronx.
Before I can even begin to really rock it
I need to get plugged into the socket
It takes heat to start a riot
You got to put it in a pan and fry it.
The birds don't sing when there's no sun in the sky
No the birds don't sing for free and neither do I.
I need some zip to keep me hip
If I don't get me some zip I will flip
I need more coffee in my coffee if you please
I get so nervous when its quiet
I need some noise, I can't deny it
And anyway, how do you know you don't like being on fire until you try it?
You can just put it in a pan, put it in a pan
Put it in a pan, put it in a pan
Put it in a pan , put it in a pan,
put it in a- Put it in a pan and fry it.
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8. |
Why Do I Do
03:00
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WHY DO I DO
Why do I do what I do,
When the power on which I’m depending
Comes and goes, and the message I’m sending
Is faint by the time it’s received?
Why do I do what I do,
When I know it won’t hold up in weather?
I keep stitching this thing back together
And it’s comic how little’s achieved.
You’d be wise to remember the Dodo,
We could all go that way.
I’d advise you to call on the Ancients,
And the Ancients used to say:
Everything turns into dirt
But I’m hoping that when I begin to,
I’ll bring love to the dirt I turn into,
Cuz I’m sure getting nowhere with you.
Oh, why do I do what I do?
In a town far away there’s a chapel,
And an apple tree stands,
And engraved in the bark are initials,
Carved by adolescent hands.
The dreams you don’t dream won’t come true.
And, although those you DO dream won’t either,
In a way I’ve become a believer;
I’m committed to seeing this through.
Oh, why do I do what I do?
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9. |
That Feels Good
02:23
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THAT FEELS GOOD
Alright alright alright alright alright!
That feels good!
That feels good to me.
Alright alright alright alright alright!
That feels good!
That feels good to me.
Dance and sing!
Get up off that thing!
Oh Mama Mama Mama Mama Ma,
Blessed be.
That feels good to me.
Oh lover lover lover lover love,
Loving you makes me feel so free,
That feels good...
(Do ron ron ron ron Do ron ron ron ron Do ron ron ron ron)
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10. |
Blow the Man Down
02:13
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BLOW THE MAN DOWN
(Traditional / Ben Patton)
Come all ye young fellas who follows the sea,
(Yo ho, Blow the man down!)
Now pay some attention and listen to me,
(Gimme some time to blow the man down)
Oh I'm a bad mother fucker, just in from Hong Kong,
(Yo ho, Blow the man down!)
Gimme five dollars, I'll write you a song,
(Gimme some time to blow the man down)
When a Black Ball liner is leaving her dock,
All the boys and the girls on the pier do flock,
I wasted my time,
I wasted my time,
I wasted my prime on the black ball line.
There’s tinkers and tailors, shoemakers and all
(Yo ho, Blow the man down!)
Shipped out for sailors aboard the Black Ball.
(Gimme some time to blow the man down)
When a Black Ball liner is leaving her dock,
All the boys and the girls on the pier do rock,
I wasted my time,
I wasted my time,
I wasted my prime on the black ball line.
(MINGO):
Pay attention to the orders, and follow them all.
(Yo ho, Blow the man down!)
(MICHELLE:)
Cuz kickin’ Jane Rogers commands the black ball.
(Gimme some time to blow the man down)
Bye bye! So long! I’m gone!
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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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