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

PAPA WAS AN EGG & SPOON (Brannigan/McCabe)

Well, once upon a time you had three legs -
Ya smoked clothes-pegs 'n'
Flipped the bird at the Man in the Moon
Like an egg 'n' spoon!
Yo' daddy hung his hat 'n'
That was that 'n' then he
Packed his sack an' flew to Hackensack
In a hot-air balloon
Like an egg 'n' spoon!
You sent five copies to your mother an' she
Showed 'em to a mugger whose
Brother was stayin alive on
Saturday Night Clive last June
Like an egg 'n' spoon!
On the day that you was born the
Gypsy woman blew a horn
An' a corn-cob blob stuck Bob in the eye, Oh My!
He got so wry he couldn't even try to
Play his bassoon -
Like an egg 'n' spoon!
Well, Pop, your life's in uproar 'n' all the
Pop you applaud is roaring
"Up Yours!" out of tune -
Like an egg 'n' spoon!
Well, ever since the time you were born, You've been pouring
Scorn like it was salt onto an egg 'n' spoon -
Like an egg 'n' spoon!

PAPA'S GOT A BRAN' NEW BANDA
Don't put me in your panda
You're not that gullible - that fish was edible!
Papa's got a bran' new banda -
An' a pair of tape-recs - that's incredible!
You got me on a charge
That is, at bet, trump'd up
Elevated, expanded, large
Elvis - style, pumped-up
You can't make it stick
Not even if you used a glue-gun
The scent-dog's chasing a schtick
He's barking up the wrong blue-gum

PAST, PRESENT, FUTURE...
Baby, don't be so tense, dontcha be afraid
Futures in our hands, we really got it made
The past its gone the present's still around
The futures so bright I gotta turn around

If you think it's grim you oughtta think again
The brothers Grimm would grimace to hear you sayin'
That the grimmest thing you ever saw was this
I tell you I've seen grimmer while out on the piss!

PEACE CHILD
To stop all your fighting and put down your guns
It's the only thing that's worth fighting for
Take out the commies and the JFK's,
And there's a whole other world of right and wrong
Today I saw you on the 13th Floor,
Stepping into the Elevator
Your shoes were so high, I couldn't tell where they stopped
In that Elevator - Why dontcha
Stop, take a look at yerself, tell me what you see,
cos a millionaire's got money an' a beekeeper's got a bee-
gotta be high velocity driver with a-
Hair down to your knees, or below, below
I saw the news an' then I saw the news again
Aint that a shame about Deidre up an' leaving Ken?
But the wars keep goin' on an' on an' on an' on an' on
Peace Child, you're a mother- lovin' peace child
Peace Child, god bless your commie ideals, child
C'mon an' gimme a little peace child before you start a fire

PETER'S WINCE-TIN
Each time he winces, he winces into -
Peter's wince tin
Like a wincing crab, he's got his pincers on -
Peter's wince-tin
Peter's wince-tin's full right now
You'll have to use Churchill's
Further wincings may be placed in
The wince-tin of Julie Burchill
He's got his way, and his wince-tin's full
An' his lover wrote him this lament
"Glad to hear you've finally got what you desire,
I love your wince-tin", that's all she sent
The first time I met him was in West Jamaica
Down in Kingston
He drove a car with no engine at all
Like a rolling Flintstone
He had his wince-tin way back then
And he used it like his daily bread
Where you would normally use a 4-quart jar
He'd use his wince-tin instead
His tin floweth over and he's truly chuffed
He's a regular bundle of joy, it's a fact
And if it wasn't for Pete and his wonderful wince-tin,
He'd still be wincing back in Hackensack

PISTOL IN MY POCKET

Pistol in my pocket, it's a 44A
An' I got plenty of time
My first six - shooter - I bought it today
Bought it at the five and dime
LOVE YOUR SMALL BORE!
Now I've been shootin' off my mouth about my bran' new piece,
An' it's a-high time that I gave some relief
So c'mon an' give it up for the boys in the band
Give it to 'em full in the teeth
LOVE ... YOU ... MORE!
My first shooter, I love my little shooter
An' I'm off now to the target range
An' I'll shoot up all the junkies and-a
Then I'll shoot their monkeys
I'm gonna make the world change
LOVE YOU, SMALL-BORE!

PLAIN AS DAY
Start spreadin' the news, it's true,
I gotta tell you, girl -
It's plain as day!
Like the nose on your face, like a train,
I'd go to Hell, yeah, girl
It's plain as day!
Right from the star, if I gave you my heart
Would you give it right back?
If I told you that I had the deepest feelin' for you darlin'
Would you love me right back?
If I was high on a hilltop and I waved to you from there
Would you see me?
An' if I took along some luncheon an' I said I'd meet you there
Would ya meet me?
If I was seven feet tall, with a big ol' beard,
Would ya date me?
An it I forgot your birthday or Save The Planet Earth Day
Would ya hate me?
If I hit you with my rhythm stick in jest,
Would you say that I had beat you?
An' when you see me on the street, I just love to hear you say
"Pleased to meet you!"
These things are the finest things man has to offer
Tell me more, tell me more, do you like it or do you
Have a better offer
Often times - things aren't what they seem
But this is Ten times the asking price -Seems a fair deal!

THE PLAYBOY MANSION

Everybody says that life's not fair,
well I'm a party to the fact I'm sure
The room's too small to swing a single cat
But I guess that's what they call Amore

I was a-born one mornin' in the drizzlin' rain
an I picked up my guitar an' played
Like a tiny little Elvis or a mini Buddy Holly
Playin' like like there's no today

They called it the playboy Mansion
"Play, Boy! Play it out loud!
If that guitar was a fiddle it'd surely be gold
Some day you're gonna raise a crowd!"

Twenty years later I was raisin' that crowd
In a dugout little club on the shore
With some help from my band, I was makin' it, man
It was the hottest spot you ever saw

Shakin' the East - Shakin' the West -
Layin' licks like crazy rocks
Like a Eastern block sprinter at the start of the race
Can't wait to get out of the startin' blocks!
(the race is on!)

This is the end it's a beautiful place
But the bucks have gotta stop sometime
Tomorrow nite will be the last of an era
Gotta get some peace in my time!

Get outta Grafton - leave Mt Eden
Take a little piece of Epsom!
Storm into Picton on Kiwi Air
Welcome to your home sweet home!

A POWER OF CHORDS
When he played his guitar it was as if the storm had started
I was blown away completely,like the Almighty had farted
He played a power of chords, he was a tower of strength
And to impress his Lord, he'd go to any length!
He ate fudge on a Sunday and had no teethe to prove it
He made alterations, with nowt to approve it
He neither asked for or expected any bye-your-leave
Just a pwer of chords introduced his "Let's Groove It!"
He played a power of chords, it did a power of Good -
That's a powerful Statement from a man of few words!
He had an Almighty Presence with his Almighty chords
An' now they're beating guitars out of their knives and swords!

PUT THE SOUL BACK

Huh! Put the soul back!
Huh! Bring it down, put the soul back!
People know - that's a fact
You take the soul - you gotta put it back!
Live it up! Give it back!
You wanna take the soul out, put it back!
People dance - like Jimmy Brown!
Huh! Hoo! -Get down!
Like Jimmy Dean - the soul is gone!
Huh! Woo! End of song!