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
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THE JACK OF TRADES
Bought my Tijuana Bible from the 5 & Dime
The dude as a cigar-store Indian!
Boy, he could dance, just like Mr BoJangles
Man, he was Fred & Gingerin'!
With his Studebaker stutter and Cadillac Mambo
an' feet like a hot-plate chicken
Guitar strapped on like Little Black Sambo -
Damn he was Keith & Mickin'!
Smokin' cigars like Colonel Tom Parker
Doin' the Fatty Arbuckle thing
Singin' his heart out like Willie Mae Thornton
Christ he was Simon & Garfunklin'!
Guillotine an' an old Omnichord
Looping, as if from a toxin
Playin' guitar on a-just one chord -
Shoot, he was Bathgate & Knoxin'!
The only dance-card I ever needed-
Filled by the Jack of Trades!
The only advice I ever heeded
Given by Jacko, in spades!
JOHNNY IS A ROCKER
Johnny is a Rocker from the Chuck Berry School
Leather pants and bell-guitar, he aint no fool
Sometimes he gets raunchy and he lets down his hair
An' he plays his guitar like it was made of air
Johnny likes the Stooges and the MC5
He thinks Iggy is the best singer alive
Johnny likes Lou Reed and Johnny likes the Ramones
Johnny likes E.T., an' Johnny likes to phone home
Johnny liked the Damned back in '78
And he chopped off his ear with a broken plate
He's never early - he's always late
First thing you learn is that you've always gotta wait
Johnny got some money, bought an ol' piano
An' now you oughtta see him go go go
He spent a Hard Day's Night sleepin' like a log
An' now you he's learnt to play "I Wanna Be Your Dog"
THIS JOKER AT THE GLUEPOT
This Joker at the Gluepot - he didn't give a toss
Slam-danced at the Slammer - Toss-danced at the Toss
Emptied his bowels at the Empire, to him it was a game
But they got shitty at the city - 'twas a crying shame.
At the Dog & Trumpet, they said "Take your Dog &
Trump it!"
At DeBretts de whiskey got de better of him
Really got their wind up at the Windsor with his wind-games
An' the whingers at the Windsor said "Get rid of him!"
Went back to the Gluepot, 'cos that name really stuck
(By this time he was feeling really hoarse)
Said "I'm feeling pasty and I so wanna spew -
I'm feeling really knackered like a dog's dinner do!"