Stevie McCabe words

A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U VW X Y Z

THE ACE FACE
The Ace face, he wears an ace face
The face he kept in a jar by the door
An' the first thing that you see is his face -
He's on the roam, an' he's up before four
Meanwhile, he's only sleeping while the Taxman chases his share
Tomorrow never knows, you know
I want to tell you, you're already there
She said she said that her bird could sing
Got to get her into my life
A Father wrote sermons that no-one would hear
All the lonely people are rife.
I want to tell you what Doctor Bob says,
For the benefit of Mr Kite
A yellow submarine twice nightkly
I'm only sleeping but I sleep all night.
ALL OF WHAT WE ARE, WE ARE
We are the geese, we are the flock of the eighties
Monday to Fri - you're like a pack of old ladies
I could be brazen, I could tell you "Gerrout"
For once there are dear folks, there are gentle hearts
This conclusion seems to make you dismay'd
Therefore, & henceforth, I conclude you're a farce
Marginally, in response I must say
What you want is a kick up the arse
Nora and me we are one and the same
We're onto the image, like real, just the same
Here, there and everywhere, it all points to Rialto
If you try to climb fences, you'll have to sing alto.
(AM I) SOUR (?)
I am sour - am I sour?
I am sour! How now, brown cow?
You locked me up, with the hens, in the coup
Now I'm thick an' creamy and I'm in the soup
I'm in hot salty water and I've nowhere to swim
If I was any more scared I'd be a chicken Dim Sim
I am all the Chinese food in the world
And you are all the tea in China
When your T-shirt goes down to the Chinese Laundry
The label reads "Made in China"
ANY KINDA THING (YOUR SUPPLIER)
(Alternative words to "Rocks in my Heart")
Any kinda thing you want
You know I can get it for you
And any kinda thing you need
You know that I can get that
Anytime - Anytime at all
You just gotta call
Half past one or half past two
Half past three or half past four
Call me any time at all,
Knock knock on my door
Anytime at all - half past
1 - 2 - 3 - 4
I'll try very hard and I'll give you
My word to do my best to supply you with the
Things that you
Want and you need for your house and your
Car and your cat- a-maran and your
Dog-a-maran an' your
Flotation tank your breathing device and your
Video recorder an' all, because,
After all, I'm the man, an' when it
Comes to that, I am...
Your Supplier -
Of everything you want -
And anything you need...etc.

AT THE WOLFMAN CLUB
I blow the sax at the Wolfman Club
An I ring the last bell when it's time to drink up
I want for nothing - I serve all the beers
But if I get upset, I'm really moved to tears
The futures so quiet, I gotta wear earmuffs
The present's so quiet I can't even hear
I'd rather drive myself crazy than drive with a drink
I'd rather not drive, I'd rather have a beer!
The Wolfman Club is about to close
I'm ringin' my bell like a good boy should
An I'm dimming the lights as I serve my last drink
Time to close up the Wolfman fo good
AULD ACQUAINTANCE
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
I think I would throw up
I'd rather eat a two-pound toad
Than have to grow up
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
I wouldn't be surprised
If old acquaintances came round
And punched you 'twixt the eyes
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
I'll bet you Margaret Murray
Would have a field daay in the aftermath
And get out of there in a hurry!
Should auld acquaintaance be forgot
I hope someone told Quentin
If he should ever be left forlorn
They'd put you in San Quentin
AXEMANTRA No. 10
GOOD KARMA STU & BOB
GOOD LUCK AND GOOD VIBES
SING IT OUT, SING IT PROUD
GO TELL DR. PHIBES!
AXEMEN HAIKU
Bob Stu Steve
Guitar guitar drums
Strumming pounding strumming
Forever
THE AXEMEN, SAVVY
Dunedin to Auckland in a single bound
Those Axemen boys really get around
Freeman's Bay to Dead Cat's Mound -
Anywhere to get that Axemen sound
They travelled North, they guzzled wine
Just to get a corny line
Creamy con will do just fine
'Cos crackin' good ones aint no crime
Bob's guitar is made of Glass
Steve's is Molten Amber
Stuie's drums are Beaten Steel
To improve the timbre
Troopers all, they trod the boards
Wearin' no more than a pair of cords
Funny music, funny lines
Funny that people seem to mind
Glassy eyed, their knees are weak
Too much dancing cheek to cheek
On the road for more than a week
Some of them really reek.