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

S.O.S. (THE SAD OLD SONG)

All the boys and all the girls have gone
Now it's time to play the sad old song
Like we played last year in Eton's shade
When you left to cross the Everglade
Tomorrow is another day
There'll be a silver lining
Loneliness will blow away
The sun will then be shining
Holy Father, Immortal God, Creator of St. Christoper
The Divine, Hear My Prayer tonite as I
Talk humbly, live from the Chapel of Love
Tear out my heart if I tell a lie
I lit the fire in the Schoolhouse
I painted the monkey on the rock
I stole the can of Coke from the fridge
I wanna learn how to rock
In the end the sad old song remains
From the ashes come the sad refrains
Violins and fourteen sets of trains
Playing that lonely song, it slowly wanes.

THE SALVAGE OF THE WHISTLING MAREE (Brannigan/McCabe)
Seagulls peck at scrapsplaying craps
'Twas some big operation -
The Whistling Maree - she's there for the takin'
A life on the oceaan waves
Necessity'll make us thieves
Shouldnt'a shot that albatross full o' holes
Steady on! Roll up yer sleeves!
Storm breakin' at sea!
Ship Ahoy! All hands on deck!
Swab those decks! Tote that barge!
Lift - that - bale!
Here she comes - Man overboard!
My God - the captain's still alive!
Quick - call the National Enquirer!
Mayday! Mayday!
Captain Lives Through Ship Drama!
Full steam ahead Mr. Boson!
And don't spare the horses!
Don't shoot till you see the whites of their eyes!

SATAN DOLL
Wanna Satan Doll - Son o' Santa
With ants in his pants like a supercharged anteater
Horns and a tail and a ruddy complexion
Add a pair of eyebrows: that's evil perfection!
Turn the heat up five hundred degrees!
That's the way, turn that doll into cheese!
Bye bye, Satan-doll, bye bye Blackbird
Charr'd and charr'd-like, braised is the word
Satan doll, goodnight, who's laughing now?
You're in Hell Tonite with your maker
An' all the beings in creation
Cannot get you out of that station!

SAVING THE WORLD

Today we're all here to say
Clean up or we'll fade away
Saving the world from ourselves

Ozone's getting really low
What will happen no-one really knows
Saving the world from ourselves

Everybody try to help
Everybody, it's a cry for help

Have you seen the factory
Pour waste right into the sea
Help save the world from ourselves

Take some time to stop and think
Next time you get yourself a drink
It's up to us, no-one else

THE SEAL OF APPROVAL
You're gawdy as hell, but I'll give you the seal
It's the seal of approval, it has that appeal
You'd better be prepared, you better know it's for real
For it that devil had his way, you'd never get that seal
But if you don't go after it with angelic zeal
You'd be branded just as naughty 'cos yer souls there to steal
You wouldn't be so cocky if you thought that he'd squeal
You're oh-so-cock-branded growing nose-to-the wheel
Got the Olden-Timer in a lift and I feel
That it's just right and proper that Les Miserables
Should take off as urchins, accustomed to deals
Involving some thuggery, theft that's concealed

SEAN, I'M ONLY DANCING
Sean I'm only dancing, won't you get up off the floor
I've seen you drinkin' here all night, don't wanna see no more
If you don't stop beguiling an' a-whilin' way the eve
The barman's gonna break your nose an' then ask you to leave.
Sean, I'm only drinkin', I'm not after a night out
Get down off the table, Sean, an' knock back one more Stout
When Seamus an' the boys come in an' see you in this state
They'll never wanna drink with you, they've not come for a date
Sean, I'm only talkin', I'm not after an affair
Your glass is nearly empty now, the shine's off your red hair
Your eyes are lookin' glassy an' you know it's nearly dawn
You'd love to be a lassie, but I'm only dancin', Sean

SERVANT TO THE BEAT
Servant to the rhythm - Servant to the beat
Butler to the oscillation
Subject to the rota
Flunky to the pulsation
Valet to the revolution
(Viva the revolution!)
Busboy to the alternation
Skullery-maid to the motion
Cup-bearer to the bout
Gyp - to the succesion
Henchman to the routine
Attendant to the rotation
Dance with me! Your humble servant
Awaits the pulsing mamba
Hot Potatoe! Dance w/me
Viva! Aye Carumba!

SHAKESPEARE'S HEAD - TAILS I GO!

Shakespeare's Head - tails I go!
Shakespeare's Head - tails I go!
Shakespeare's Head - tails I go!
Goodness Gracious, whaddya know!
Windsor Castle, full of assholes!
Windsor Castle, full of assholes!
Windsor Castle, full of assholes!
Goodness Gracious, give 'em rissoles!
Dominoes, strike a pose!
Dominoes, strike a pose!
Dominoes, strike a pose!
Goodness Gracious, touch your toes!
Charlie Grays, well spare me days!
Charlie Grays, well spare me days!
Charlie Grays, well spare me days!
Watch out sister, Purple Haze!
Aotea Centre, well bust my suspenders!
Aotea Centre, well bust my suspenders!
Aotea Centre, well bust my suspenders!
I'm going home to watch Eastenders.

THE SHING MACHINE (BRANNIGAN/McCABE)

The shing machine - the shing machine
The wa-wa- wa-wa-shing machine
Put another dime in the shing machine
Sit down, listen to my shing machine
Count your blessings with my ching machine
My I-I-I-I-Ching machine
Shanks an' his pony had a mean machine,
They put a bee in his bonnet, the sting machine
In the boot was a cohort with a string machine
He had a broken shoulder in a sling machine
The shing machine - the shing machine
The cra-cra-cra-cra-shing machine
They aired out his crib with a gun-machine
And the dude in the boot needs a lung-machine
He never did make it to 16 Racine
c/o Little Bob E. Hawkins / Dr e. Machine
The Fame machine - the Shame machine
Look around, Hey Presto, it's the same machine
Put you through the wringer till you're high & dry
An you're a real dead ringer fro Lady Di
The Fairy-Tale Princess who will never be queen
She shoulda learnt her do's and don'ts from the shing machine.

BACKING VOX FOR SHING MACHINE

Hear people talkin' - a thousand people talkin'
The whole world's talkin' bout the shing machine
Why don'tcha listen - its time you learnt yer lesson
Everybody's preachin' bout the shing machine

They take their diamonds - their 40 carat diamonds
The kids are going ga-ga for the shing machine
All the little piggies - they've thrown away their ciggies
An they've trade in their peace-pipes on a shing machine...

S**T HOT(Brannigan/McCabe)
Well wake me up before ya stop - a S**T-pop!
Go to sleep - go to the shop - a S**T-pop
I don't knowand I don't care - a S**T-pop
S**T-pop flyin' thru the Auckland air! a S**T-pop
S.H.I.T.P.O.P.
S.H.I.T.P.-
That's alright wif me!
It's the kinda thing you can sink your teeth in - a S**T-pop
We been rumblin' scrapping an' beefing
Down Tobacco Road, they put the phones on hold for a S**T-pop
Poppin our S**T, that's oh-so-bold
An' that's alright wif me - S.H.I.T.P.!
Sitpop burnin' up the streets like a heatwave
Enemas burstin' in the heat - like a heatwave
Grab yo' ass - it can't be beat - like a heatwave
Vomit up a gallon fulla L&P - like a heatwave

THE S**T-POP BOYS (Brannigan/McCabe)
S**T-Pop boys, we play music to dance to - Y'have to
Wouldn't it be nice to be havin' a glass or two - I'd like to
Down at the Rovers or down at your local - we'll be there!
Lay down the law, then lay down the vocals - what a pair
S**T - Pop boys - we're the S**T-Pop boy-oys
We're the S**T-Pop bo-o-o-o-oys - the S**T-Pop Boys!
We aint the butchers 'n' we aint the bakers - we work nights
Undercover whippersnappers, not undertakers - we shirk lights!
Phone up the landlord, tell him the rent's due - about time!
Dress like a lady 'n' piss on a gent's shoe - A Sick crime!
Ventin' frustration, crossin' the street, sure - a Mobster
Scarlet crustacean, combin' the seashore - a lobster
Up in the sky, like the battle of Hastings - the Luftwaffe
In depth search of the Frisco bike scene - a lotta rockers
It was twenty years ago today Sgt. S**Tpop told the band to play
But you haven't heaard the end of it - because they're guaranteed to pop a S**T!
Oh Yeah - the S**T pop boys.....etc.

THE S**T-POP KID
He played at the party, was an instant hit
Played his guitar like he was poppin' a S**T
He had to haave grapes - could eat nowt but grapes!
An' he played like playin' it of the apes
He's the S**T-pop kid, he plays by his own rules
Six strings an' an amp are his only tools
When he straps on that guitar for his solo bit
Everybody in the house goes "Pop that S**T!"
When the kids popped the man I had to shut the place down
It's no place to pop S**T when S.P.K. aint around
Cos he looked after his own an' no-one go too much S**T
An' now evryone jus' wants be the new S**T Pop Kid
I could go on for hours but now my time is done -
The message here is simple - Don't pop S**T in the sun
I wouldn't wanna be a fan when the temperature's high
Because when S**T gets hot, be sure that S**T's gonna fly!

THE S**TPOPPAS c/w THE TALKER(Brannigan/McCabe)
The boys pop S**T in my hometown
They sit around poppin' till closedown
Pop pop pop those S**Ts go pop pop pop
Girls don't wanna go near them
They know they aren't welcome
The girls eat grits but the boys pop S**Ts pop S**Ts
We sing S**T pop for elation
Don't pop S**Ts with relations
We'll sing S**T pop till our dying days
Gilt-edged badges of merit
All the S**T popped for credit
Pop pop pop those S**Ts go pop pop pop
We're the tops, we're the hot S**T poppers
But lookout for the coppersStop in your tread
or the copper'll fillya fulla lead
Talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin'
Just a second while I catch my breath winda
Openin' my mouth like openin' a window
Talkin' bout a word, yeah - talkin' bout a sentence
Talkin' bout a prison - talkin' life sentence
Talkin' talkin' talkin' - talkin' like a TV
Never stop a-talkin' - gotta talk about me
Talk-a-talk-a-talkin' like a big milk-cow!

SINGIN' WITH THE LARK
Hangin' round the horse waiting for it to kark
Down with the landlord - up with the lark
Selling off the pet-mince down int the park
Up with the alarm-clock - singin' with the lark
Scarpering like coppers - longin' for the night
Standing in the shadows - keeping outta sight
Keepin' outta harm's way - switchin' off the light
Take proceedings easy - no need to be uptight!
Selling A.C., quality guaranteed
Control at all points - control that sorry deed
Grass is for sheep - consolidate that feed
Dob in the middleman and graze the ones that need

SITTIN' THINKIN'
Sittin' an' starin' at the wide-open spaces
The smiles on the lips - the sneers on the faces
The parents with their chidren, puttin' them through their paces
The guys drivin' into all the last parkin' spaces
If you knew the world you'd know what a face is
If you ruled the world it would be one of the bad places
If you drank all the beer, you'd throw up on the carpet
I'd steal your boots an' jacket an' I'd steer the ship to starboard
Yo' mama lives in Memphis, your daddy lives in Kent
You keep your clothes in piles; you keep your hair unkempt
You want to drive a sports-car - you'll die in the attempt

I'M 16 AGAIN
I'm 16 again - I'm on my bike again
Ready to rark up the fight again
I'm determined, but uncertain
Which is the next way to turn
I'm 16 again - on the road again
Nothing but the Woman's Day to keep me company
I'm down, man, didn't paint on this frown
Watch my funeral pyre startin' to burn
16 again - on a bender again
Tomorrow will tell me if I've gone too far
Continually doing what I want
Aah, that's the way to the bar

64 YEARS (AN' NO FIGHTS!)

It's been 24 years I've been locked up tight
I can't even turn out my own bally light
24 years without a bath or a shower
24 years without seeing a flower
24 years an' I aint had a single fight
Lookin' out my window, all I see is bars
Ironic, thinkin' of the time I spent in bars
But that one little time when I went too far
Punched that guy in the throat, finished him in my car
I got 30 more years to go, without a fight
Well every day I get my wake-up call
And then I take my chalk and put another line on the wall
My 6 X 4 cell takes on a Zebra Park theme
It's like someone's gone and built a stick insect museum
I'm in for 54 years an' I can't even get a fight
Well the Prison used to have its own boxing team
I knocked their blocks off first night, sent them into a dream
And instead of saying, "Well done, come and have some beers"
The warden went and gave me another 10 years
So I'm in 64 years an' I'll never get another fight.

A SLICE OF HISTORY
Sure as Elvis hails from Memphis
An' Buddy Holly hailed from Lubbock
Sure as Prince hails from Minneapolis
I'd love to go to sleep in a hammock!
As Socrates once said, in his last words to Plato,
In tones like a wise Albert Tatlock
"C'mon, chop up that lemon and give me a slice -
I'd like a twist in my Hemlock!"
I finished my alterations today
To a play some bard wrote, a real ham's plot -
Poor Yorrick's skull now sings "Roll Out The Barrel" -
A surprising new twist in my "Hamlet"
His directness charmed open-mouthed birds from the trees
His frankness was, frankly, disarming
"We're taking the Alamo (Remember the Alamo?)
In the name of Euan Huzarmi!

A SLOW DAY (No, not Faye Dunaway)
It was a slow day, a slow day
A day-glow icon of Faye Dunaway
It was a local Holiday -
It was a be-on-the-lookout-for-a runaway!
Was in a hotel room
It was like Graceland and the runaway walked into the room
I didn't know her
And yet somehow she had enterd with the nerve to presume
Frauweidermein Oblovnovski
Gobolingovitch Bukokovski
Faye Dunaway hobbled onski
Bott in hand and quoting Tolstoy
Down in the basement
She lied an' said she didn't know quite what my question meant
She didn't pay rent
But when she walked into the room she looked real intent

SOBER IS A JUDGE

Clarence B. Sober is a circuit judge -
He runs a close-knit Court
He deals with people you or I would not like to meet;
Sober is a judge, of sorts
Dare to challenge him on a point of order ruling
& further court costs will be paid
Rulings on Democracy, Death Row and Divorce -
Sober's got 'em in Spades
Barry Gary Brown was a difficult case,
Took some candy from a baby
Sober took a long, hard look and took a recess
To consult with ex-Damned drummer, Rat Scabies
Drank some whiskey, smoked some pot and guzzled some beer
Until his decision was clear
The baby was jailed for a term of nine months
So says Clarence B. Sober, Hear hear!
Sober is a judge, Sober is a judge
Sober is a goddammed judge

SONS OF A FORTUNE

Sons of a fortune-
Tell me where's the swim-pool
Good Luck - a Horseshoe!
Tell me I'm a dim fool
Sons of a fortune
Give me what you owe me
Young guns - half portions
No no no no not me
Circus is in town
Take me to the parrot rink
I'll throw glass monkey
Onions shine through black ink
I throw pink floss
Floss is candy-floss pink
3 balls in clowns mouth
Could not hold more I think
Full of clowns balls
Kick up a stink
Clown wants all his balls back
Clown could swallow kitchen sink!

SORRY SENSEI
I'm so sorry Sensei, left your Dojo in a huff -
I've gone so you can sigh -
So long, goodbye - Arivederci
So sorry Sensei - Things turned so sour
Everything is half- pie and dour
I'll say Sayonara to your Dojo
It's goodbye just so you know that I ain't fooling
I could teach you all you need to know,
But now I know you're not a one for schooling - a hooey!
I've packed my bags now Sensei
If your Dojo goes, who knows -
Maybe Zen will get you -
Who knows?

SPILLAGE
It's a sin, it's a wildebeeste's ball-bag
Out of control, like a wild orangutang
A word is absurd if it's too oft - heard
It comes around like a rebound boomerang
Sting like a bee - float like a dove
The Dow-Jones coming down from above
Lower than low, lookin' slow an' absurd
Watch out for that spillage, it looks like bean curd
For I know that it's bean, but I don't know where it's been
For all I know it's been siphoned like gasoline
It could have been p-p-processed by human or beast
It might have been beans once but it's bean-being has ceased.

STIFLER
Staunch stench makes an eery sight
Should you confront it in broad daylight
Something ventured, something impinging
Cut the vindictiveness, stop that whinging
Stifler - you're muffling me, baby
Stifler - you're a real hard lady
Stifler - keep away from my nose
Cos you made a bad connexion, evereybody knows!
Something awesome something outtasite
Something cooler than the coolest website
Somethin's goin' down I don't know what
Somethin's chillin', baby somethin's hot!
Stifler, you're a real cool cat
Dincha mother tell you that you can't do that
Hit the brakes before you hit the skids
Or you'll be crushed-up like a crushin' mushin' bug-eyed cat!

STINKFORCE STAR #99
The doctrine of Acts and Omissions
Deems spacetravel out of the question
And as for going boldly where no man has
Gone before, surely you're jestin'!
Stinkforce Star (Ninety niner! Ninety-nine!)
Gonna get to you some day
Me, I'm on a multiple light-year journey
So I'd thank you to get out of my way
I'm on a quest, I confess, and it's simply the best
To be on target to the stars, and particularly that one
Cos it's the star that drew my baby to her awful demise
If you aint got a starship, go out an' get one
An I'll take you through this wondrous maze called the skies
Stinkforce Star (Ninety-niner! Ninety-niner!)
I'll reach you in countless years
Help me on my multiple light-year journey
Suck me in, like a real man's tears!

STOOL PITCHIN'
A bottle or two of my favourite vice
C'mere an' I'll give you some a piece of advice
Never take an enema when drinkin' all night
Because the results aren't too nice
When I took my last enema and went to the bar
I thought it would be cooler than cool
But now more than before the bar's not fit for a dog,
You gotta step through all that stinkin' bar stool
But one good thing came out of this embarrassing state
Something worthy of a Dennis Conner
Every single year on the Fourth of July
They hold a stool-pitchin' contest in my honour
There's not a lot left now, but if you scour that bar
And look under the beermats, perhaps
An in the famous backroom where the good ole boys
Still play crap games with real craps!

STREETS AN ASYLUM, Y'KNOW WHAT I'M SAYIN'?

You'd better be careful,
Better wear some gloves when you
Shake hands with the Devil tonite
It don't matter what anyone else say
It's gonna be a helluva nite
Shake it with the spring crowd,
Treat them nice
Leave the Autumn crowd to all kids of vice
Watch who you talk to up the top of that street
Could be a git in disguise!
Lookin' like Madonna or a tired old tramp
You just can't see through that guise
Who knows who's in? Who knows who's not?
Who knows when an-a who knows what?
From the bottom step, you can't fall any further
And a case of this is what we've got
Fight the fight of the all kinds of cancer
They've put them in the Eastern Wing
With the lepers and the AIDSers and the
Other no-hopers - you know the bell I ring?
The Arena is for junkies who must kill themselves
To get a little block of China White
An in the other corner Dave Dobbyn keeps singin'
Be Mine, Be Mine Tonite.

SUE ME

Grey skies won't go -
So baby you know
The weather's so gloomy
I knew I had it all
The day yopu had the gall
To give your heart to me
Then you went away, now you've come back home
while you were gone, I wrote you this poem, so sue me
There's no turnin' back -
My bags are all packed
I'm leavin', so sue me

Tomorrow I heard
There's a big silver bird
That's leavin' for Tulsa
I'll be on that plane -
cos' you drive me insane -
I gotta get rid of that ulcer
You left me once, now I'm leavin' too -
Your lawyer said you're gonna sue -
so sue me.
You took my heart, you took my soul
And flushed it down the toiletbowl,
so sue me.

SUICIDAL TRIVIAL PURSUIT
Let's play Suicidal Trivial Pursuit
C'mon, get yer goggles, yer hat and yer suit
Your concrete galoshes that you'll wear to the bridge
With that noose around yer neck y'know you look kinda cute
Put that flaming tyre on top of the noose
An' then you'll feel real loose like a long-necked goose
Oh baby that's what I like
And then so long, Sayonara, you're on your bike
"How long would it take to drown in fourteen feet of water?"
"Two minutes, unless you're given mouth to mouth by your daughter?"

SUNFLOWER DELIGHT
Sunflower delight -
The bees are getting horny - how corny!
Pluck up your courage, pluck off a leaf
Why would you - how could you?
Ashes to ashes, dust to dirt
Sun did the dirty an' it really hurt
A wire signed by Albert Goldman
Wierd scenes inside the goldmine
Firebird in the heart of a Fire sale
Seal it with a kiss for me (Your fur's seared)
Sunflower in box
I'll say it wrecked 'em
Blenheim to Picton
Lecithin and Pectin
Come on, let's dance
Cos my seeds, I've mixed 'em
Of circumstance
Don't make me a victim
Gigantum Helianthus
Get yer seeds away from my antlers

SUPER, MAN!
Whom do you think you are coddling, Magot Kidder?
Ogling ol' Clark Kent's buns -
He is the man, he is super at his trade
He is the journalist from whom the headline's made
He's super, fly, check him out, brother
An alright guy all round
Just keep him away from that Kryptonite
There's hell-to-pay when he comes round!
There's trouble in Little China
And there's only one man who can help
C'mon get outta that phone-booth!
Give me enough rope!

THE SURFACE OF THE YARN

The surface of the yarn is a wonderful place
For getting a cheap cheap laugh
You really made a gaffe when you scratched the surface
You really really made a gaffe

SYRUP O' FIGS
Delectable - You make me so regular
Yer a regular party-leveller
Make me watery, burny and ornery
You make me flighty - who needs an enema?
Syrup of figs, you go right through me
You get me inside, I'm on fire
I can't bear to go through being stuck again
Like a fibreless bird on a wire
You're sensational, deflational, all kinds of -ational
's irrational how good you make me feel
You're like a dose of salts and a breath of fresh air
Rolled into one, that's quite a deal!