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

DACRON

Can I have some dacron on the bye & bye
I'm lookin' for some action and my oh my
There's plenty in my corner with ny dog & cat
And Ella an' Bo are doin' Diddley skat
Can I have some dacron and some knitting yarn
What's the hell in asking, hell, what is the harm?
Meet you on the corner round 7 or 8
Cos I got a loose connection on my Diddley skate
Gimme some dacron
I want my dacron
Oh for some dacron
Don't give me flak' Ron (Oh, Ron!)
Can I have some dacron please, I'm beggin' you, mister
I only wanna use it for a pillow for your sister
She's had such awful nightmares on the feather one you gave her
And a genuine blue dacron one would be her Saviour
Can I have some dacron, cos I wanna watch "Neighbours"
And the chair that I am using's like a sack of potatoes
Many many eyes and the dirt all over
Dirtier than Martina Navritalova
Oh, Ron, I know you couldn't have a wooden heart
And if you did I know you'd get a purple heart
You took the flak, Ron; they shot you in the back,
And now all I can do is pass you the dak

DESPERATELY SEEKING STOOIE (Brannigan/McCabe)
Stooie Kawowski beats the skies, There's an absence of all of him
He aint here but we can't stay sad for too long - he's just like a dad
Brought us up on cardboard wine - Bought us all radios an' paid all our fines
Bailed us outta jail when we robbed the bank
Went to get Stojanovic outta the tank!
Mr. K will be back soon - We will then be over the moon!
Back from all the Wellington gloom
Playin' those drums to fill out our tune
Nothin' like a rhythm to make us complete
Really get a dizzy spell without that beat!
Gonna get our jollies, yeah, get our kicks
Any o' you wallies wanna use his sticks?
... well alrite - I'll give it a try - but I'm no Kawowski!(cut to lame drum solo)
THE DEVIL WENT DOWN TO WOODSTOCK
Well the Devil went down to Woodstock
He heard Jimi was playin' there
He was a mean guitar-player
But he couldn't refuse a dare
Jimi had challenged him to it
And there was no turning back
Y'gotta feel sympathy for him
That Devil all dressed in black
The Devil he had a pick-finger
That was clawed and as nimble as hell
He could play up the scale in a second
And down the fretboard like a well
Jimi's poor hands they were swollen
But those beautiful licks still ensued
The Devil, his ego was flattened
He had to give Jimi his due
The Devil got up on that stage
But like Les Miserables he had lost
And he knew it the instant he started
That he'd screwed up his replay of Faust
His precursive Faustian sunset
Drew a conclusive blank for a start
And the visions of grandeur he once had
Seem'd now as a cry from the heart
The power he'd sought was elusive
It had shown him the door, ousted him
He'd been beaten, he'd lost, 'twas a nuisance
A nuisance which irked into him
He handed the reigns onto Jimi
An' Jimi he rode that wild beast
He knew he was bad as the next guy
And a tear sprang to mind in his grief

THE DEVIL'S AVOCADO
You've got a bean to wind -
You got an axe to grind
You're the Devil's Avocado
And you're feeling fine
You can drive my car to the grocery store
You're the Devil's Avocado and you're quite a bore!
You put a glass onion through the vegetable blender
You're the Devbil's Avocado and you're on a bender
You like Dean Martin, Maradonna, Santini
You're the Devil's Avocado and you relish Martini!

(THESE) DIAMONDS ARE FOR EVA
When Churchill's wife asked Hitler if the diamonds were for her
Hitler answered rudely, "Never!"
When she said, "That's a Shame!", he replied right back:
"These diamonds are for Eva!"

DICK'S RIFF
Feelin' like a dog eatin' meat from a saucer
Dick's in the bank with the girl next door
Playin' his riff like his favourite appliance
Baby shoutin' "Dick!" she can't stand it no more
When - when he does that thing - they call it Dick's riff -
They call it Dick's riff - they call it Dick's riff
Spookin' out the guys with his scary noises
Workin' on his riff like a man possessed
A pow-wow-wow with the portamento
The riff is ready, now get undressed!
Carries his riff-book with him -
Writn' down all the hooks
Carries a riff like magic -
Gettin' those dirty looks
Well, feelin' like a riff is in the throes of emergin'
So on till my Aunty sang Oo-ee-ee
Playin' his riff, singin' like a wildman
Woo-woo-woo an' a-hee-hee-hee!

DO BE CRUEL
Do be cruel, oh do be, do be cruel
To a heart that's good for you!
Do be cruel, oh do be, do be cruel
I've got no end of trust, an' I'm countin' on you
To be cruel, oh do be, do be cruel
I'll sanction a lot, I've signed all the release forms
An if the right one don't get me then the left one will
I'll even let you tread on my corns
Do be cruel, oh do be, do be cruel
Trample those ivorys - Pound that eardrum
Do be cruel, oh do be, do be cruel
Or I'm gonna have a tantrum

DOES GREENWICH MEAN TIME?
In the village, the sleepy little hamlet
Where the cool wind stops on a dime
You'll find yourself asking the time-honoured question -
Does Greenwich really mean time?
Time's an aside when it's all that you've got, but
Putting that aside for the time
All the time in China's worth the time investigating
You hear that all the time
Greenwich means time if you live there -
It's what the place is all about
If you get to the village say I sent you
They'll give you time, let there be no doubt!
For tonite is the right time for time for certain
I tell you, your timing's impeccable!
You'll be back for seconds, I betcha -
You know, it's really quite likeable!

DOGHOUSE BASE
Out of the doghouse - into the sin-bin
Out of Borstal - straight into San Quentin!
Out of the frying pan, into the friar
Then onto a mile-high funeral pyre
Flames lick nimbly, flicker bright
How come you never see the light?
The heats intense in this Doghouse Base
Mayday! Read me my rights!
There's only one cure for the stifling heat
It's to get right out of that kitchen
For if you stay much longer it'll be unbearable -
Man that heat's a-bitchin'!
Doghouse Base to Major Tom - she's breakin' up, I can't hold 'er!
Send this message to my wife: "I'll see you when you're much older!"

DON KNOTT'S LANDING

He flew out of New York 14 hours ago
His valuables packed in a sock
His sock in his suitcase and his handbaggage
& Don Knotts' landing at 3 O'Clock
Don Knotts is buying a new verandah
On the other side of town
It's the cutest little landing you ever did see -
& Don Knotts is sanding the sucker down!
Don's chosen "cheese" as the theme for his landing
He's coated it in gouda and brie
There's limberger dripping from the vista-view window
& Don Knotts is handing it over to me!

DON'T PLAY WITH FIRE!
Have you ever had somethin' explode in your face
That makes you think it's the end of the human race
Well just listen to this, it's my latest demo
An' it's going off wholesale, send your mama a memo!
Say, "I'm leaving to join Little Stevie's band
It's a rock'n'roll thing you must understand
I'll be gone for three years, I gotta do what I do -
So good luck, and may your god always comfort you!"
Because you're playin' with fire when you play with L.S.
An' you'll never ever have another home address
Because the sound is so hot you've gotta run from the flames
An' when the fans start to fan them, it's a hell of a mess!
I got fire departments in every state
Offering me discounts at a cut-price rate
Because there's plenty of business when I burn into town
An' things are really hotting up, we're gonna burn the house down
Tonite! Alrite!

DON'T TAKE IT ALL
Roll over, Cardy, tell Kawowski the news
McCabe's in town an' he's singin' the blues!
Actin' so pretty, actin' oh- so- handsome
Don't take it all - let Johnny have some!
Well when you called him pretty, an' you've called him a stud
You've known him since the neighbours used to call him "Bud"
Laughed at him scampering after a crumb, saying:
"Don't take it all - let Johnny have some!"
Colourful language bringin' everyone cheer
Mirth- inspiring patter, to your eyes bring a tear
Loose as an asshole, cos he's tight as a drum, chortling
"Don't take it all, let Johnny have some!"

DON'T TOUCH THE MIRINDAS
Feel like a flake - I drink Mirindas
Drive round the block in my Mafia Staff Car
Get so possessive, gotta savour that taste -
You touch my Mirinda, I breaka you face
Feeling so listless, yessir, I'm no Schindler
What would bring me to life is a case of Mirinda
All that orange-tang taste, all that soda-pop rot
An' that invisible something - is it enzymes or what?
Take me out on a drive, pack the case in the back
The invisible man he's all dressed in black
Set the barbie on high, burn everything to a cinder
But Uh-huh, honey, don't touch the Mirindas!
THE DONNEGAL EXPRESS
From kilkenny to Ulster; from Derry to Belfast
Sweet colleens an' whiskey - that's all in the past
But there's one colleen I can't forget, I try time an' again
She's my Shamrock city darlin' but she'll never dance again
It was 10 O'clock on Friday nite, the band was in full swing
She was sittin' there against the wall, the man began to sing
I wanted just to talk to her an' then i caught her glance
So I downed my glass an' walked right up an' asked her for a dance
Her green eyes shone like Emeralds, there was nothiung that she lacked
She went outside an' danced some more across the railroad track
The donnegal Express was due on Platform 17
Now her platform shoes are all I've left of my Emerald-eyed colleen.
She swept me off my feet last night, my love i must confess
'cos I left my dear departed on The Donnegal Express.

DUST BOWL CITY (HERE WE COME)
Gonna bowl through the dust of the California sand
Through the Arizona desert till we beat the Greyhound
To the border, El Paso an' the Great Plains of Texas
An' then who knows where, somewhere with no taxes!
You can call me on Tuesday to give me diamante
But never ever ever ever do it on Monday
You can call me Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday or Fri,
But don't do it on Monday, cos that's my day to cry -
Remind me to leave the answerphone on all day,
Cos I don't want any calls on M-M-M-Monday.