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

TALES OF THE LAMPLIGHTER'S ARMS
Tales of the Lamplighter's Arms
I once dreamt I met him in the movies
He was serving popcorn - I was a busboy
Listenin' to the brothers Doobie
He was lookin' kinda glum
I was feelin' kinda glib
But that was on account of
My fetish for the brothers Gibb
Travelled all around the world
From Salt Lake City to Oostend
But I still never met face-to-face
With the famous bothers Osmond
There's no more brothers left -
Ten thousand people all told
Went to see the devilled grave
Of brotherless Lee harvey Oswald

TARANAKI BLIGHT

Taranaki bligh-igh-ight, I see your stars come out at night
Taranaki bligh-igh-ight, I se your crystal clear face in the full moonlight
First star at night - A glass-blowers delight
Cos if you wish upon a star you'll find out who you are tonight
Taranaki bligh-igh-ight, I see Egmont's purple-spangled rim
Taranaki bligh-igh-ight, It fills my purple-spangled heart up -to the brim
Red sky at night - Shepherds squeal with delight
Because the mountain's gonna blow an' we're all gonna go tonight
Taranaki bligh-igh-ight, we rejoice under your thunder tonight
Taranaki bligh-igh-ight, Hot ashes falling in the cool moonlight
Molten lava - mucho palava, Adios Amigos, goodnight
I'd like to teach you Esperanto - in a song

MY TAROT STAR-SUN SIGN

Eye of the big man - he got plenty Soul
Born with the backbone like Kentucky coal
Get on the back foot, You gotta get off mine
My inspiration - my Tarot Star-Sun Sign
Yo' mine oh mine
My Tarot Star-Sun Sign
Sealed and delivered
You are my Sunshine
Feelin' good
You know I'm feelin fine
Like ol' Kentucky coal -
My Tarot Star-Sun Sign
Spider's web got me caught like a fly
Ol' Spider's comin' - I really gotta fly
Ooh, my thrombosis, it really gives megyp
The diagnosis is that I will get the pip
C'mon, pip me - get me ready for the punch
Down by the fruitbowl, you're eating Betty's bunch
Betty's really aggro - you've polished off her lunch
If you didn't want the aggro you shouldnta drunk the punch

TEST SITE CRUISER
I sat outside the Test Site till my body was luminous
Got told of by a Secular Humanist
Stole a missile, an' attempted to fire it
The boss said "Get outta here, you're fired!"
Met him in the morning at the Training camp
Showed up a little later with Atomic Weights
Played him my new tape, he said "Your song is re-vamp'd-
Why don't you try some of these shrivelled dates?"
Tried and got high, dates were so intense
The moral of this tome is clear
When you're stoned on a date an' you're right on the site
You must never show any fear!

THEY'RE DRINKING OUR BEER
They're drinking our beer-
We'll sort out the chaff
They're drinking our beer,
Well, I like a laff
But they're drinking our beer
And if we drank their beer
We'd be out on our ear
So they're out on their ear
Just see hear, I've got
A Bone to leave bare
When we've picked it real clean
We can go get a beer

THRILLER

If you get to Dunedin and I'm not there
Give me a call and tell me and I'll be there
Whatever the weather, whatever you do
Give me a hope in hell an' I will surely come through

'Cos Timaru aint so far an' Oamaru is quite near
An' Mosgiel's spitting distance, throw a stone an' I'll hear!
I'm in a run-down ol' phonebox, I see red! I see red!
Y'see I'm always available, alive or dead

When you hear my voice, does it give you a thrill?
Does it set your spine tingling, does it fit the bill?
Does it send you a shiver, make you feel kinda faint?
Like you've been touched by an Angel, or, at least, by a saint

I'm the thriller, the chiller, your trusty second-biller
Foundation-Block-Layer; Societal Pillar.
Inaugural Member, Original Sinner
Bombastic Bombarder, Straight-home-for-dinner!

A TIME FOR ALL SEASONS
There's a time to reflect an' a time just to play
There's a time to make love, baby, what d'ya say?
A time to make time, as clockmakers will
A time for peace, love, beer, an' goodwill!
This could be the last time you are ever seen alive
In the paddock, lookin' ruffled, with your football at your side
Kickin' the ol' pigeon, like a punter drinkin' beer
You'd bet your life before your wife for merriment, I hear!
There's a time for buildin' bridges an' a time for buildin' love
There's a time you should be pushin' when you only wanna shove
There's a time for evolution and time for time and space
But you'll find that it's all relative, that puts you in your place

THE TOGGLE-SWITCH
I waddled to the toggle switch and turned that sucker on
I chortled as the parson touched the hot-plate I'd turned on
"Fry the sucker! Frazzle him! Bake him to a tee!"
So I turned up the heat another 50 degrees
Toggling is my hobby I'm a toggle enthusiast
Toggles are a doozy in fact they're the dooziest
Have you ever had a hobby? You ain't lived!
Till you've had a real good hobby, be it stamps or sieves!
Now the parson's sweatin' think I'll have some fun
Another 50 degrees, go on, have another one!
Soon he'll be dead meat, And tomorrow, who knows
We could be fighting over who get's the parson's nose!

TOMORROW ALWAYS KNOWS

Tomorrow knows you know
Its another day you don't get paid
Tomorrow I know, sweetheart
The bills all must be paid
It's a tragic way to be
But it must be that way
Because tomorrow knows, my sweetheart
I'll be here come what may

Tomorrow only knows what you know
Maybe just not yet
Tomorrow is another day
Today aint over yet
If perchance you think of me
Tomorrow you may know
that every little rose that blooms
Is pure as whitest snow.

TOO MUCH BEER, TOO LITTLE SLEEP
Well, I bit off too much, & now I'm in too deep
I had so much beer, I couldn't get to sleep
I drank 44 gallons, turned me into a creep
Yes, that's too much beer and not enough sleep
At first I acted like some grey-coloured sleaze
Then I acted up, & soon I started to wheeze
Ended up hurtin' one I loved so deep
I had too much beer, I had too little sleep
Sunday mornin' in the holding cells
Feelin' like I'd wandered through the killing fields
The offiver said: "You're not really asleep"
I'd had too much beer combined with not enough sleep

TOO MUCH DYER, TOO LITTLE SLEEP
Well, sleeps been expensive to the kiwi fields
Dyer is expensive but soon he'll yield
Beer is always flowing, like a stream
Sleep is not forthcoming, like a dream
Sleep is not forthcoming, its like a dream
Well, Dyer played the field like a man possessed
Made a catch you couldn't credit till your sight was assessed
Could've cost a man's career, cost a country's test
But Dyer couldn't do it weekly, couldn't make recompense
No, he couldn't do it weekly, couldn't make recompense

TOP COMBS (ANNOY YA!)
(play backwards)

Top combs annoy ya
Combs annoy ya! Combs annoy ya!
Tug tour, eh, Mick?
Tug tour, eh, Mick?
Top combs, eh, Mick?
Zoobee, Mick! Zoobee, Mick!
Podium cut, ooh! Sodium cut, ooh!
A eel lick, a hog, mia
Rhett's nom, Mama mia!
A eat egg, a nog, mia!

TURN UP THE BASSLINE (PLEASE)
There was music 'twixt my ears
But I never heard the bassline
It brought back all my deepest fears
I've been in therapy every lunchtime
The spells that they weave leave me cold
Fears leave me breathless
Gimme air before I get really old
Please, mister, please, sister, turn up the bassline!
I'm beggin' you mister, take me to the baseline!
I'm on the edge, on the ledge can you give me a break
I'm on the ropes, gimme some hope - I'll ace you at the Ace-line!