Stevie McCabe words

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X IS FOR XYLOPHONE
X is for xylophone, and xenon, and Xanadu
And xenophobia, if you must be pedantic
To ponder, philosophically, on semantic philanthropy
This "X" fullah's full of crazy antics!
If you cross him he won't be cross,
He's a real double-crosser
Check him out, though, cos he'll cross you in a flash
You can slash 'im, you can burn 'im - you can criss-cross him with kisses
An' if he signs a cheque with an "X", make it cash.
Oh, make it cash, yeah yeah cos he'll cross it in a flash
He's the expert, he's the pro - he's your ex!
In Xanadu the clouds are whiter -
Everything appears much brighter
When you see it through the eyes of "x"

(HE'S A) YARDBIRD
Don't give him an inch, cos he'll take a mile,
He's a yardbird
Tell him play it soft an' he'll play it hard
What a yardbird
Standin' close, don't get too close
If you see him you're already dead
Don't go to the city, if you go to the city
The pigs will fill you full of lead
In the dark and dirty streets
Where the yardbird tread
All the little piggies, the Helter Skelter piggies
In a litter, all dead
What a waste, what a goddam waste
The yardbird's taken his prey, so pray
Pray like Aretha Franklin,
Go ahead, Make my day.

YOU'RE ALWAYS FORGETTING

You're always forgetting there's someone you love
An' if you never remember - then how can it be love
Your baby left you standing there
You say it like you just don't care
Someone's gone an' you're to blame
Things will never be the same
Go an' get her, on yer bike
Tell her not to run and hike
Tell her that you want her back
Grab her bag and say unpack
She's gone, she's gone, go get her now
Don't wait for her just like a cow
To come on home, because she can't
She thinks she bores you, like a chant!
Tell her that is not the case;
Tell her she can call you Ace
Let her know that she was missed
Give her a gigantic kiss

YOU TOOK THAT AWAY FROM ME
When you pulled out your gun and said "Take this, sucker"
I lost all the respect I ever had for you
An' hen you shot me in the foot with that .303 sucker
I really started feeling some resentment, too
Could it be any worse, well in actual fact
I'd forgotten you attacking me with the axe
But when you hit me with the hammer, I said "That's a real bummer!
I'm leavin' this flat, I'm telling you flat!
That you've taken all my feeling - I am numb all over
You took that away from me
Even though I get sensations like I still had legs -
You took a lot away from me!

YOU'VE KILLED HIM!
It was the lowest way to foul him
To strangle and abuse him
Lift him up and drop him down
Spit him out an' chew him -
Make him play in traffic till his luck runs out
Take him to a crowded pub and yell "It's his shout!"
He may have gone, but his pictures have not
The still truth is still ever-flowin'
Shoulda known better than to ask about the weather
'Cos he always used to say "It's snowing!"

YOUR BOYFRIEND'S BACK (Brannigan/McCabe)
Get off the couch - your boyfriend's back
Where'd I drop that pouch - your boyfriend's back
Look at all that hair - your boyfriend's back
Gave us quite a scare - your boyfriend's back
Ooh, eee, Yourboyfriend's back; back in the U.S.S.R.
Back in his girlfriend's arms again - backin' up his lorry cos
B-Baby he can't drive my car!
He'd be off his trolley! Your boyfriend's back
An' you'd feel like a wally! Your boyfriend's back
Your boyfriend's back's getting kinda tubby
From a scoop fulla chips an' a six-pack
But there's no need to worry
'Cos it's a good tubby back - a good tubby back!

YOUR TOMBOY CRIMES

Your Tomboy Crimes (i never meant to be a bore)
They follow you round like a tail
Your Tomboy Crimes (temptation passed me out the door)
They've got you pinned down like a nail
Your Tomboy Crimes (i punched the bailiff in the throat)
Gonna mean the death of you
Your Tomboy Crimes (i filled his trousers full of stoats)
Gonna get you in a stew
Well you done a lot of dirty deeds
You done a lotta wrong an'
The best place for you is in a
Jail in Hong Kong
Where the rats are big as dogs
An' the dogs are like mules
An' the mules could drag a mountain
An' there are no rules except...
Your Tomboy Crimes (they'll sink you lower than a sub)
Will make you sorry as hell
Your Tomboy Crimes (they'll drive you straight into a pub)
Will make you wish you had a wishing well, wishing well
Your Tomboy Crimes (they'll call you Charlie, call you Joe)
Will drive you round the bend
Your Tomboy Crimes (they'll call you Dick, they'll call you Mo)
Will drive you to an early end, early end.

ZION STEAMROLLER (BRANNIGAN/McCABE)
A steamroller ride through the city streets
A hatful of stool an' then it's back to the fruit an' meats
We were out walking - we couldn't see a thing
Something was behind us - Coulda been anything, but it was...
The rag-and-bones man, singin' "Any old iron"
The Ravi Shankar fan singing "Oh Mount Zion"
Well it's been a long time, A long, long time
Since I saw a rag and bone man quoting the Quraan
Back in '52 it was - I was doin' time
The Preacher, he was there and quoth:
"Hast Thou any old Iron?"