| Album: Get Your Wings (March, 1974) Tracks: 1. Same Old Song and Dance 2. Lord of the Thighs 3. Spaced 4. Woman of the World 5. S.O.S. (Too Bad) 6. Train Kept A Rollin' 7. Seasons of Wither 8. Pandora's Box |
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| for Get Your Wings |
| Same Old Song and Dance Get yourself a cooler, lay yourself low Coincidental murder, with nothing to show With the judge, constipation will go to his head And his wife's aggravation, you're soon enough dead It's the same old story, same old song and dance, my friend It's the same old story, same old song and dance, my friend Gotcha with the cocaine they found with your gun No smoothy faced lawyer to getcha undone Say love ain't the same on the south side of town You could look, but you ain't gonna find it around It's the same old story, same old song and dance, my friend It's the same old story, same old story Same old song and dance Fate comes a-knockin', doors start lockin' Your old time connection, change your direction Ain't gonna change it, can't rearrange it Can't stand the pain when it's all the same to you, my friend When you're low down and dirty, from walkin' the street With your old hurdy gurdy, no one to meet Say love ain't the same, on the south side of town You could look, but you ain't gonna find it around It's the same old story, same old song and dance, my friend It's the same old story, same old story, Same old song and dance Lord of the Thighs Down to who knows who, just to socialize I'm waiting for my girls, when you call my eyes. You got no way to make a man honey, You got to understand. I'm your man, child. Lord of the Thighs. Well, well, Lordie my God, What do we got here? She's flashin' cross the floor, Make it perfectly clear. You're the bait and you're the hook, Someone 'bound to take a look. I'm your man, child. Lord of the Thighs. You must have come here to find it, You've got that look in your eyes. Although you really don't mind it - I am the Lord of your Thighs. You must have come here to find it baby, You've got the look in your eyes. Although you really don't mind it - I am the Lord of your Thighs. Spaced (Perry/Tyler, 4:21) Spaced in time, child of mine Doin' twenty years on the way Fire and steel, earth unreal Find another planet to stay Papa died, ma survived Tellin' me about her ordeal And the soul she could not feel Cause they made her so unreal Lightnin' years disappears Twenty million years on my brain Synthesize, overrides Tryin' to keep from goin' insane And my soul I cannot feel cause they made me so unreal Spaced enough to know I feel there's nothing out there Spaced enough to know I feel I really don't care Spaced enough to feel I'm really losin' my mind And I'm never goin' back I lost the track No one even knows I'm alive Spaced without a trace Waitin' for the word to arrive I'm the last man to survive Woman of the World (Solomon/Tyler, 5:49) Well she's a woman of the world and God she knows it She'll turn my head every time she shows it Yeah nothin' you can do nothin' you can say No way you can try to change her way She might be gone tomorrow Honey say what you gotta say Lordy lordy lordy lordy what a woman... how ya feelin' You know I tried I tried I tried so hard to please her She'd give me a look if I beg to tease her Yeah...there's nothin' you can say, nothin' you can do No way you can try to coochie coo She might be gone tomorrow oh lordy what you gonna do Now I tried with an open hand and a heart of sorrow Hoped that everything would be alright alright alright Don't save too much lovin' for tomorrow Get out all your lovin' here tonight Night night night night night night night night night night night night And I tried with an open hand and a heart of sorrow Hoped that everything would be alright alright alright alright Don't save too much lovin' for tomorrow Get out all your lovin' here tonight She got big eyed cats she got coats of sable She sits forty four at her dinner table Yeah there's nothin' you can do nothin' you can say No way you can try to change her way She might be gone tomorrow oh throwin' it all away S.O.S. (Too Bad) (Tyler, 2:51) Stagecoach lady, hourglass body Makin' things glow in the night Well, she would if she could And she'd be good if she would Only tell her lover she'll be out tonight Cause I'm a bad A lonely school boy And I'm a rat And it's too bad Can't get me none of that Salt lake city, salt-lickin' bitties Bogies turn, stinkin' of gin Well my daddy was hard His face was pretty scarred From kickin' ass to playin' poker to win Cause I'm a bad A lonely school boy And I'm a rat And it's too bad Can't get me none of that It's too bad It's too bad Can't get me none of that New sold lady My mama Cady Chivalry was born at her feet Well she should have thought twice When pa showed his dice Imagine put my daddy to sleep Cause I'm a bad A lonely school boy And I'm a rat And it's too bad Can't get me none of that It's too bad Lord, it's too bad I said it's too bad Lord, it's too bad (repeat) Train Kept A Rollin' (Bradshaw/K/M, 5:33) Well, on a train, I met a dame She rather handsome, we kind looked the same She was pretty, from New York City I'm walkin' down that old fair lane, I'm in heat, I'm in love, But I just couldn't tell her so I said, train kept a-rollin' all night long Train kept a-rollin' all night long Train kept a-rollin' all night long Train kept a-rollin' all night long With a "heave!", and a "ho!" But I just couldn't tell her so, no, no, no Well, get along, sweet little woman get along On your way, get along, sweet little woman get along On your way, I'm in heat, I'm in love, But I just couldn't tell her so, no, no, no Well, on a train, I met a dame, She rather handsome, we kind looked the same She was pretty, from New York City I'm walkin' down that old fair lane, I'm in heat, I'm in love, But I just couldn't tell her so I said, train kept a-rollin' all night long Train kept a-rollin' all night long Train kept a-rollin' all night long Train kept a-rollin' all night long With a "heave!", and a "ho!" But I just couldn't tell her so, no, no, no Well, get along, sweet little woman get along On your way, get along, sweet little woman get along On your way, I'm in heat, I'm in love But I just couldn't tell her Well, we made a stop in Albuquerque She must'a thought I was a real cool jerk Got off the train, and put her hands up Lookin' so good I couldn't let her go But I just couldn't tell her so I said, train kept a-rollin' all night long Train kept a-rollin' all night long Train kept a-rollin' all night long Train kept a-rollin' all night long I'm in heat, I'm in love But I just couldn't tell her Seasons of Wither (Tyler, 5:38) Blues hearted lady Sleepy was she Love for the devil Brought her to me Seas of a thousand Drawn to her sin Seasons of wither Holdin' me in Oh, woe is me I feel so badly for you Oh, woe is me I feel so sadly for you in time Time to lose your mind Live on a borrowed time Take the wind right out of your sails Fireflies dance in the heat of Hound dogs that bay at the moon My ship leaves in the midnight Can't say I'll be back too soon They awaken Far, far away Heat of my candle Show me the way Seas of a thousand Drawn to her sin Seasons of wither Holdin' me in Oh, woe is me I feel so badly for you Oh, woe is me I feel so sadly for you in time Time to lose your mind Live on borrowed time Take the wind right out of your sails Pandora's Box (Kramer/Tyler, 5:43) When I'm in heat Someone gets a notion I jump to my feet I hoof it to the ocean We hit a beach Where no one gives a hoot Nobody never ever wears a suit The ladies there They look so proud That's cause they know That they've been so well endowed Now, I ain't much For Fannie's conversation Or care too much About her operation But every time Pandora comes my way I get high Can't explain the sensation To get it on I gotta watch what I say Or I'll catch hell From the women's liberation Chorus: Sweet Pandora God-like aura Smell like a flora Open up your door-a for me Sweet Pandora God-like aura Smell like a flora Open up your door-a for me Sweet Pandora Mama crack a smile for me Just for me, just for me Just for me, just for me Just for me, just for me Just for me Now I ain't what You'd call a city slicker Or claim to fame To be a slitty licker But every time Pandora comes my way I get high Can't explain the sensation To get it on I gotta watch what I say Or I'll catch hell From the women's liberation Return to Top |
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