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

Rap for "STREET'S AN ASYLUM..."
The devil he's a-known for his Anti-christ opinions
An' a-no-one knows the reaches of his empires and dominions
Hold-fire on the put-downs and the insults, etc
Cos the Devil keeps a count and he'll haunt you 4 eva
Just hol on a minute, baby, hol dit there
Couldn't find a partner; used a wooden chair
Gimme a slap for all the crap an' put me on the map
Aint no game, the same name wins again - it's a devil's rap
Now if you talk to a fire, you're likely to perspire
But you'll have to do more if you wanna get on The Wire
Not talkin' gigs, or kicks, or politics
Just doin' gigs won't get you that trick
No, the way that I see it, you gotta do more than that
I mean, you can chat, or you can skat; as a matter of fact
I mean base your opinions on the undisputed fact
That that is that, an' I mean just that

Rap for "SUE ME"

Now there's all kinda people in this world
And one little thing that I have learned
Is to take it on a case by case basis
An' if there's a case to face, you gotta face it
There's no use in bein a bad sport of sorts;
If you've been put down, you gotta take 'em to Court
My years on the bench taught me what to do
If you're in the right, it's the right time to sue
Just walk in the door and say "How do you do -
My name is Steve an' I'm here to sue you
I've an out of court settlement for you to sign
Or I'll see you in court at aquarter to nine
Stand and deliver by half past two
Cos I'm the judge and the jury, you can call me Sue.

RETURN TO BRIGHTON

I'm back, I'm back after all these years,
I'm on the road again in flagrant style
With my band in tow, I've got a hard road to hoe
The hardest act to follow I know

No-one knows more than me about two-bit suits,
I'm your man when it comes down to class.
My guitar is my blackboard, it's a jungle out there
And I'm scrapin' my fingernails bare

Back to Brighton he came, with a full-fledged group
On the Pier they would perform like pro's
The poets on one side, the writers on the other
On the Pier they would perform, like, prose.

Get down little Dawgie, you're hurtin' my leg
When you scrape it with such strident sweeps
It really irks me, y'know to know you don't really know
That your long brown coat really reeks!

REVOLVER BOATMEN
Stalingrad - built on Volgar bluffs -
An' nobody knows where to look!
Everybody's Volvos run on vulgar fuel
Boy, those things can sure cook!
Punting like an Avonsider - Ra! Ra! Ra!
Boating like an Aucklander -Ha! Ha! Ha!
What do all the punters say, when they get in
If I show you my revolver will you take me for a spin?
Na-na-na-na-na-na- the boatmen sing
Na-na-na-na-na - kinda has a nice ring
Wish me Bon voyage as I step on board
Cos I won't be home for months, I won't be paying no board!

RINGO STARR, SUPERSTAR

JOHN, PAUL, GEORGE
JOHN, PAUL, GEORGE
All the fame for
JOHN, PAUL & GEORGE (not Ringo)
RINGO STARR
SUPERSTAR
Baby you can
Drive my car
R.I.N.G.O., R.I.N.G.O.,
R.I.N.G.O., Ringo is his name-oh
Two Beato girls go round the outside
Paul McCartney's really snide
Those Beatos act like little kings
How old's Ringo? - Count his rings!
Georgie Boy is heading East
Yogi's got him on a leash
John an' Yoko's legs got bowed
When they did it in the road
We love you, yeah yeah yeah...etc.

RINGO'S REVOX
He'turn the beat around from the inside
As if it were some kinda voodoo
Hed push round the beat
He neber beat round the bush
Got a little revox in a little wee box
He's gonna use it to his advantage
An if his little arms can't play a note in tune
Well that's no disadvantage

RITCHIE FROM VENUS (VENUS FLIGHT RAP)(Brannigan/McCabe)
Clean like a dream machine! Green like a box o' beans!
Sono io Augustine - Good to see ya Ritchie, where have you been?
Venus man, hey, where were you - I been hangin' out here since '52
Took a shortcut to Pluto an' stopped at Mars
But when I saw Uranus, I said "Bless My Stars"
He levitated up - Concentrated vegetables in a cup!
Asked him for a lemon an' he said "Yup!"
Squeezed it an' a stirred it till it all shook up!
A hymn hymn hymn - my favourite melody
I'm in love, yeah - so don't leave me be, huh!
I need love, love, I need L.U.V.
Or I'll fall to pieces an' I'll cease to be
Crashed in his U.F.O. - Climbed out an' said "Hello -
Voulez-vous un gros gateau?"
I was on a diet so I said "No No No! -
I couldn't take the cake this time
Not even if it was made with lime
I could not, would, in a tree -
I could not, would not, Ritchie V!"

ROCK ISLAND

Stranded in this wasteland - guitar in my hand
All alone there except for my band
Wish I could stay forever but that's not to be
A pirate radio-ship has come to rescue me-e-e
Your shining sun -Your desert sand
Oh my Rock Island
Shining sun - Glistening sand
Oh My, Rock Island
The Pirates said they came in the name of the Law
Said John Peel had sent them with orders to take me on board;
Said they had a contract for me an' free drinks for the band
But I'm lonelier now than I was before an' I'm pining for Rock Island
With your rocks in the middle an' your rocks on the Shore
An' the rocks from the Ocean washin' right up to my door
Tell me what did I do to be driven from this land
Take me back to Rock Island ...
Rock Island - Rock island why have you forsaken me
You've given me up - did you think you were settin' me free?
The Rocks in my heart - an' all the rocks in my head
Told me that's the place to be, Won't you let me come back please -
Oh my Rock Island -Take me back home
To my Rock Island - You're mine to roam
Oh my Rock island, baby - I've come back home, baby
To my Rock Island, baby -Mine all to roam (forever-and-a-day)

ROCK THE VAN!

If the van's a-rockin'
Well dontcha dontcha bother to knock
Just bowl on in the backdoor
An we'll rock around the clock
Cos it's a rockin' good way to meet somebody,
Walkin' up to their door
An' then wham-bam, thank you ma'am, nice cuppa tea
An I won't see you no more (no more)
Well ol' Tom Dooley used to rock
Now he's swingin' on a rope
He used to be a rollin' stone, y'know
Now he's rollin' down the slope
I gave Tom Dooley what-for
What for, I don't remember why
But when Tom Dooley's wife came knockin'
I said "Have a little slice of pie"

ROCK'N'ROLL ROMANCE

She's my girl, a-yeah, she's my girl,
An' she keeps me satisfied
She's my doll, my little rag-time doll,
She's my honey in the place of pride
On my motorbike, she's on my motorbike
An' she can ride it till the sun don't shine
But when the sun goes down, she'll take a walk across town
Because she's mine, yeah, she's mine, all mine
Yeah, six o'clock, she'll take the nine - 0 - nine
An' she'll meet me at the 5 & dime
We'll have a drink an' then at 6:15
I'm gonna show that girl a real good time
We're gonna shake the shake,
We're gonna rock the rock,
An then we're really gonna start to dance
Then we'll toast the toast, an' then we'll drink a little toast
To our Rock'n'Roll romance

ROCKY CREEK(Brannigan/McCabe)

Rocky Creek, you're in my heart,
By George, you're always on my mind
We're heading into Jackson, Highway '73
To have a pint of Jackson Brown and unwind
Rocky Creek, roll on, roll on
Boy George used to live here
That's his car, ma called 'eely mon'
Where he punched his liver
Rocky Creek, they,ve made your bare banks lusher
Taken your red rocks to their fate
Down in Jackson town they,ve got a second-hand crusher
It's a Red Rock '88
Rocky Creek, the van's starting to creak
We,ve got to make it up to Kumara Junction
An' with a little bit of luck we'll have enough gas left
To take us to tomorrow's Function.