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

A VALET'S BANQUET
At the Orthodontic Bar'n'Grill
With the Spruce Queen, Ol' Mother Goose
An' a guitar lick that could kiss the sky
An' an attitude saying "Vamoose!"
A steak an' a beer an' red red wine
The Sondheim Special, eat-in
It's song-time, all in 3/4 time
At the Ortho' as the band begins
He played it left-hand in the BarMitzvah band
As beer'n'steak kosher boys will
It's a Valet's Banquet for all who would have it
Peace beer love an' goodwill

VIOLENCE & HALF-UNCLES
When I get a buck or when I get more
I stow it in the Sleek Bott Cheque/bott account
Night after nite when the bridge is out
Even when I'm out for the count
There's uncles here and uncles there
I meet new uncles everywhere
There's no need to stop and stare
When I meet an uncle on the stair
He dared not try and beat me up
Like I knew that he really wanted to
He didn't have the self-confidence
That violent drunk half-uncles do

WAITIN' FOR MY PHOTOS (AT THE PHOTOMAT)

I'm waitin' for my photos at the photomat
An' look who's walkin' down the street
It's the guy who took my wallet an' my cigarettes
To a pulp that guy I'd like to beat
But I'm just leanion' on this lampost just
A-mindin' my own business
Like a regular Joe Bloggs or stiff
And a-waitin' for my photos at the photomat-
Whistlin' my favourite riff
Now here he comes, that fool again,
He's really askin' for it
But today I'm gonna keep my head
Because theres plenty lots of other folks who
Hate his guts much more than me
An' by tonite he's gonna be dead
He's done some wrong, he's lost his mana,
Lost all respect,
He's a loser so there is no diff;
An' I'm just waitin' for my photos at the photomat
Whistlin' my favourite riff.

THE WASTER
I am the waster, I use up space
I use chemicals an' plastic, I got time to waste
I spill beer down drains, I wanna cry an' I do
I'll waste all that I see, I've wasted better than you
I'm the waster , you can do what you may do
I'm the waster, an' I'll wa-aste you!
Give me five thousand dollars, by sundown 'twill be gone
Give me hee-haw shoes, I'll be barefoot by dawn
Because my wasting feats are second only to one
He's that one in a million, that Son-of-a-gun
Mr Ever-So-Wasteful, Mr. Bounteous Waste
Sir Waste-a-lot himself, Monsieur Beaucoup Waste
You may know him as Satan, you may know him as god
An' when the piggies see him comin' they all sing "He's a Mod"
But I'm the Waster - an' you can do what you do
But when push comes to shove, I'm gonna wa-aste you!

WE GOT THIS CAT (ORGY ARRANGED)
Orgy arranged, it's no David Lange
I will put you inside and you will feel like All Saints
We is where it's at, an' where it's at is scat
An' when it comes to guitar, y'know we got this cat
He is Dragan Stojanovic, he's sure arranged
An' he'll level to ground anything within range
He'll say Nitey-nite to one who don't treat him well
An' he plays a guitar like it's a thing that is swell
He came up from the gutter, built himself to a king
Only wanted to talk, then play round, nothing change
Had no chance to get out, cos' athe little bird sing
Now he says, "Real cheap, mister, have your orgy arranged"

WHAM-BAM-GLAM-BAM

Well I crammed with the band
For the glam bam wham bam
An' I told you before I don't
Wham-bam downtown
On the stage it's a rage
It's a crammed glam band jam
An' I'd thank you if you'd go back to
Wham-bam 'Nam, Ma'am
Wham Bam Glam Bam
Look out for me
Wham Bam Glam Bam
Can't you see
It's outrageous!
It's outta sight!
Look out!
Tonite!

WHAT COULD I SAY
I tell you somethin' for nothing, girl,
You really changed my point of view
I closed my eyes, I was half asleep,
But I awoke when I met you
I couldn't hear you - You said "I dare you"
What did you say?
I said I'd care for you - I'd cut my hair for you -
What could I say?
You're always hangin' round the clubs,
An' I could tell you were a lonely
When I saw you standing there,
I wanna tell you you're my only
But on the dancefloor - I found the answer
What did you say?
I said, so meekly, "You're kinda freaky"
What could I say?
Oh I cry for you - I could die for you
All the night for you - I would wait for you
Filled with mo' desire - where there's smoke there's fire -
It's now or never - tonite could last forever

WHAT THE KATHMANDU
When me'n'the dog-man go into town
We do whatever the cat man do
What in the world does a didgeridoo
If a didgeridoo-dah went through
Well I went through the ceiling
When I went through the books
We'd been through this before,
You know you got the looks!
There's only so far you can go with your lot
If it goes to your head you'll be going to pot
But down Kathmandu, where two feet is two short
The dream, and the site, the whole thing is kaput

WHEN MARY CROSSED THE FUR-SEAL
When Mary crossed the fur-seal
The Paddlefish switched sides and turned state's evidence -
That Mary was a killer, a ruthless, bloody killer
And all of her injuries were divine providence
When Mary crossed the fur-seal
The paddy-wagon roared like a troop -(oop-oop!)
Mary cried; The party died.
The State Troopers walked away with the soup
When Mary crossed the fur-seal
The eskimos built igloo picket fences
Walruses in bulletproof vests proclaimed
"I am here, why dontcha come to your senses?!"
When Mary crossed the fur-seal
The prosecution let matters rest
"We'll settle outta court - we know you can be bought
Here's a cool million, let's put that to the test
When Mary crossed the fur-seal
They knew they could do better than that
They said stuff your cool million right up yer ass
Because yer lawyers are bluffing, that's what!"
When Mary crossed the fur-seal
She won the injunction and court-costs
Damages and costs incurred etc.
And some statements she's gonna have embossed

WHERE GIANTS ROAM
These mortal vessels, alone
Lead me to the land where Giants roam
Where ogres take out their wrath
And eager beavers dam a lot
And in the moments in between
They tend to lend a hand
To others in need
Who need a helping hand
Oh-o-whoa, whoa whoa...
Who needs it most - the giants do
When your thirty feet tall you need a lot of love
When you've lived in the lands where giants roam
You learn about the difference between peace and love
Oh-o-whoa, whoa whoa...

WHIPPING BOY
A situation's vacant in the Kitchen of Hell
An' cooking's something I enjoy
An' I'll melt the butter an' I'll beat the eggs,
But I'll never be nobody's whipping boy!
I've sent off my C.V., just hope I hear back soon
If I'll be taken at my word like a Troy
I'll do the dishes and I'll even stoop to washing the floor,
But I'll never be nobody's Whipping Boy!
So I'll be starting at 9, I've started packin' my bags,
That kitchen isn't a place for the coy
Cause you're on call dawn to dusk, an' I don't mind it a bit,
But I aint never gonna be the Devil's Whippin' Boy, NO! NO!

WHITE WATER RAFT TO NOWHERE
All the way up the Pleasant River
At the head is a TB bach there
Of course it's now a Holiday Camp
But a minister once said his Prayers there...
On the footpath - the pleasant North Valley way
Met a man - his instructions were to show me the way
We're here on this magic ride
Here to be shown
Onto the whitewater slide, Oh how we've grown
On the border of nowhere, Goin' fast
Nobody knows where we will end up
On this whitewater raft
Wanting, wanting that fever - To get it bad
Want it to last froever - Oh don't be sad