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

BACK IN OL' KUWAIT
Say goodbye to the boys, cos they're off to Kuwait
They're never early, they're always late
They want it handede to them on a silver plate
The first thing that you learn is that you gotta take Kuwait
Oil Fires, Oil in yer oily hair
Oil Fires, Oil Fires everywhere
Bad fires backfired right in yer face
Yer cookin' with oil back in ol' Kuwait
Waitin' all night for the Scuds to blow
Just to watch those Patriots go go go!
A million bucks a pop, or so they say
An' they pop off like July the 4th or Guy Fawkes Day
Oil is in my suit and in my water supply
There's so much oil around that I am starting to fry
You think you're pretty slick with your smokin' pipes
But we're here for Kuwait, an' the pickin' is ripe
Liberate! Ol Kuwait! By due date!& Don't be late! etc.

THE BAD ROOM BOYS
his is the room for when your feeling bad,
'Cause the boys are all here an' they're all lookin' sad
Tonight's the night of the big Event
We'll get the boot cos we can't pay the rent
'An this'll be the day - This could be the day that I die - Die!
In this room they do the Monster Mash
Because the Badroom Boys are always short of cash
The latest records by Johnny Cash
Wierd scenes at the Badroom bash
The Badroom boys got a too-bad rep
Tonight's the night that the joint get's wrecked
The culmination of the badroom sect
This is the climax of the whole "bad" scene
We'll leave the cleaning-up to Alateen
The boys in the Bad room aint got the bad room no more.
THE BALLS OF LOVE
I wanna grasp the balls of love an' twist 'em
Until the wails of love breed wisdom (wisdom...wisdom...)
I wanna assail the soul of the tangata whenua
Don't you hate it when you're stuck on a train
In the middle of New York?
I'd sell my soul to a soldier wearing hobnail boots
If he grasped the balls of love
Like a human fly - tell me why oh why
I'm aghast - it's a blast-
Goodness gracious!
Breakin' the balls of love, yeah
Like a mashed- potato, a prima ballerina
Breakin' the balls of love
An' that's all.

BANDA GYPSIES
Wanderin' the world, we are walking clones
Lifesize working models in every respect
We are working models an' we got a job to do
C'mon, man lets do it - one on one, me'n'you
The banda gypsies, drinkin' meths, eating cloves
Foolish, reckless gypsies plighting troths to owt in clothes
Alienating everyone they meet
Telling wild tales about fishes an' loaves
You put the meths in here an' that's all you have to do
My carbon paper's black but I'm feelin' blue
You shoulda oiled my rollers, I'd be done by now
Now my reproduction rate's only 4 per hour!

THE BARKER AND THE STRONGMAN
The Barker stole the diamond that was hidden in the ball
He gave it to the Midget - he really had a gall
The Midget told the Strongman
That like bricks, he was a ton'o (tunner)
Now Charlie's balls are numbered -
He's gotta do a runner
Charlie, Charlie, look out, look out
Strongman wants your balls
Charlie, Charlie, look out, look out
Hide amongst the stalls!
The Barker told the Strongman
"The ice is in the balls"
The Strongman picked poor Charlie up,
It was against the laws
"Which ball is the the diamond in? -
Tell me, Charlie, son
Or else I'll have to scrutineer
Each ball, one by one"

BELLA

All the times I've seen the signs with you, Bella
In the night when nothings bright but you Hell I'd

Swim all the Nile
to see your smile
All through the night (the men all say "aah!")
Bent up like a spoon in a room with Uri Geller
All the signs lead to a place like you
Fate has cast it's fateful spell on you
Bella I love you
If you don't stay the nite
I'll know you've run in fright
I'd give my eye teeth to hold you, my right arm to mould you,
tonite

When you're gone I can't go on, I'm gone, Bella
Thinking of your eyes like golden ponds, Bella
Morning through lunch
I cry like a sponge
Nite after nite leading the blind

All day through I think of you and Ma, Bella
Mucho Grande Bel Amore, uh huh?
Fate has cast a fateful fate on me
Bella, you're the key

[Alternative lines to last verse]
I can't stand to think of all the times Bella
I have missed the tide and drift away

THE BIG DRIVE
Driver, please take me to a good place to weep
Driver, take me to the end of Lonely Street
Cos I've tried an' I've tried but I just can't get no relief
An I'm cryin' like Pania, like Pania of the Reef
Het driver, jus' take me somewhere that I can get low
I tried getting high, but I cried before I could blow
Now the sun's comin' up just wanna go where it's dark
Driver, please drive me down to Asbury Park
Driver, take me down to Strawberry Fields
Cos McArthur park's melted and Penny Lane's owned by John Peel
All that green icing, food for the birds an' the bees
An' I'm beggin' you, driver, to take me there, I'm on my knees
Hey driver, take me once more round the block
You're drivin' me wild, but I love you - like a rock
When I get round the block I'll go back to the top of the slide
Back to Heartbreak Hotel, Thats Amore, my Ticket To Ride.

MY BIG MOTORBIKE
Baby when I met you you were just a tike
I remember baby, you were really cute
I burst in through yopur back door on my big motorbike
An' I really like the way you wore your birthday suit
I'm so sorry, baby, if I gave you a fright
When I burst in through your backdoor on my big Motorbike
Caught you by the Fruitbowl, you were takin' a bite
An' baby, you can ride it if you really like
You heard I had a big one from your sister Sue
I used to ride it every night with her 'til half past two
I gave her a ride, now I'll give you one too
We can ride it all night, I'll make you ooh ooh ooh
BO DIDDLEY (LICK THE TEARS)
Play that song Bo Diddley, go go go
John B. Goode, Bo Diddley, whoa whoa whoa
A-Bomb blew up yesteryear -
Mom an' daddy still in tears
Play, Bo Diddley, through your mother's tears
We-ell, Levi Stubbs; wish you were here
Kev & Marvin were all there
Heavenly chorus singin' like Hell
Jimi on the gat like a wishin' well
Playin' the song while Bo Diddley licks the tears.
BONY & SON
Bony & Son, they're on their high high horse
And the piggy in the middle never stops for a pause
Riding the range without regard for the laws
There's a piggy in the saddle getting saddle sores
Cover those sores with a wrapping of gauze
Let the air get right in, dontcha block off those pores
Let's ride, ride, ride through the spooky moors
An let your horsey play divorcee an' get on all fours
Saddle sores are worsening, what is the cause?
Could it be the saddle rubbing with great force?
Looks as if you've really been through the great wars
And roughening up the saddle has caused you remorse
Bend down, horsey, you're an out & out loss
An' some doggie's gonna love you as his main main course
If you had a beard and suit I'd call you Santa Claus
If you're stuck inside the coffin, signal me in morse.

BOTT OF THE WORLD
We're on the Bott of the World, the Elt Tob of the world
Is screaming, screaming, screaming!
I opened my eyes, saw a fly on my nose
I must be dreaming, dreaming, dreaming!
I'm in conference, Can't be disturbed
But I'm incog - incognito!
It's happy days to my bad-weather friends, cos
I had to apply my veto
Wor-torn country all covered in moss
Red moss and green moss and blue
We're on top of the world, the Elt Tob of the world
Stops screaming to congratulate you

(Down with the ol') BULLIN' BUSH
Bollocks! Bollocks! Down with Reaganspeak!
Bown with the ol' Bullin' Bush!
Up! Up! Up with Carl Saganspeak -
Down with the ol' bullin' Bush!
Give it yer all, yer sacred-oath all
Give it the ol' pull'n'push -
Hurrah! Hurrah! The bad guys yell "Enough!"
Get down with the ol' bullin' Bush!
Well ol' Moses interpreted all the Godspeak
He nearly fell down on his tush
But would his people listen? Nosiree Bob
They said "Down with the ol' Burnin' Bush!"
Bush! Bush!