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Katy Brought My Guitar Back Today

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Katy brought my guitar back today. I left it there to play, when I'd stay over. And I remember all those nights Sitting in the fireplace light, And how she loved to hear me play; Katy brought my guitar back today. Katy brought my guitar back today. I've seen it make her cry, over and over. She told me when I wasn't there, And she would wake up feelin' scared, She'd hold it in her arms and be O.K.; Katy brought my guitar back today. We had our stormy times like anybody else; Oh, more than once I broke her heart. And when I couldn't tell her I was sorry by myself; I could tell her with an old guitar. But I'm afraid this time things have gone too far. Katy brought my guitar back today. I guess that means this time it's really over. And as I sit and play it now, The songs all seem so sad, somehow, I wish that I'd of left it in the case Katy brought my guitar back today. And I remember all those nights Sitting in the fireplace light, And how she loved to hear me play; Katy brought my guitar back today.

He's So Gay

FRANK ZAPPA "Thing-Fish"
Frank Zappa (guitar, synclavier) Steve Vai (guitar) Ray White (guitar, vocals) Tommy Mars (keyboards) Chuck Wild (piano) Arthur Barrow (bass) Scott Thunes (bass) Jay Anderson (string bass) Ed Mann (percussion) Chad Wackerman (drums) Ike Willis (vocals) Terry Bozzio (vocals) Dale Bozzio (vocals) Napoleon Murphy Brock (vocals) Bob Harris (vocals) Johnny Guitar Watson (vocals) ENSEMBLE: (singing) He's so gay He's so gay He's very very gay He's so gay He's so gay And he likes to be that way With his keys all on the right He's into rubber every night He's so gay He's so gay He's ALMOST EVERYONE TODAY He's okay He's okay He's got a role he wants to play He's okay He's okay He's just a cowboy for a day Of course, his evening's not complete Without some meat in the seat; Let's skate away Down Santa Monica today Maybe he wants a little spanking Maybe he'll eat a little chain Maybe his lover should be thanking him For the way he makes it sprinkle Into drops of GOLDEN RAIN He's so gay He's so gay He rules the city in a way You could say You could say It's sorta different today All the taffeta and chintz And every Leather Boy's a PRINCE Hey hey hey! Please don't look the other way You could be just like him TOMORROW! Maybe you'll get a chance To borrow (Borrow) His bouquet And maybe later...MAYBE LATER We'll ALL BE GAY-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y! DO YOU REALLY WANNA HURT ME?

I'm No Russian

JIMMY BUFFETT "Songs From St. Somewhere"
I'm no Russian Not even Prussian Doorman at the yacht club Was my one claim to fame Some say I'm nervy Hell, I'm from Jersey This chasin' money Can do things to your brain How does a shore boy like me Wind up out on the Black Sea Dropped out of Harvard Then joined the Coast Guard Manned a faithful 50 On a boat in Gitmo Did my duty But missed the boo-tay I heard that St. Barth Was the place I should go How could a coastie like me Sail off into infamy I couldn't surf or sing or play the guitar All I ever did was steal an oligarch's car My million dollar joy ride was not the perfect crime And those bad boys from Little Odessa Don't believe in wasting time A Lamborghini Elemento Ain't your average island car “park it close” the driver told me Sounding like some kind of czar With a bucket of Cristal And devil weed inside I thought it would be crazy Not to take a ride Flying through Gustavia Passing Mini Mokes Gendarmes at the roundabout Didn't get the joke Speeding down the hill Like a Dassault Mirage Parked it on the runway And headed for la plage Bar on fire Din of desire Dancing on a table She was waving me in Her name was Kira She knew no fear-a Then introduced me to Her vampirish friends I'd never seen such a girl Was she from some future world? Over thousand dollar vodka and kilos of caviar I told them how I'd commandeered the oligarch's car They were laughing, speaking Russian and getting over served When Kira looked at me and said “Could you take us round some curves?” A chick drone strike Is a lethal attack You never see it comin' And you can't fight back They feel entitled to all access From clubs to army camp-as If you don't believe it Ask those generals down in Tampa The KGB and coppers Soon joined in the chase Spectators lined the roads Like a grand prix race Dropped the girls at Ti St. Barth To get them out of the commotion Then I missed the curve at Toiny And drove into the ocean Underwater My world is sinking Will I wind up like Pussy Riot That's what I'm thinking? Feeling foolish My fate's a mystery Don't want polonium Rolled up in my sushi Oh baby Jesus come through I am in need of rescue Now we can't leave this white boy Drowning in the dark What the hell was he thinkin'? You don't fuck around with sharks Turns out the lovely Kira Held a most important tool It was her daddy's Lamborghini And she saved that crazy fool No he couldn't surf or sing or play the guitar They made an artificial reef out of the oligarch's car It was Kira lovely Kira who got him off the hook Then they took her yacht to Istanbul Just to take a look No, I couldn't surf or sing or play the guitar All I ever did was steal an oligarch's car My million dollar joy ride, was not the perfect crime but I'm not dead, still have my head This margarita needs more lime

May Be A Price To Pay

THE ALAN PARSONS PROJECT "The Turn Of A Friendly Card"
Something's wrong in this House today While the Master was riding the Servants decided to play Something's wrong in this House today Something's been going on there may be a price to pay. There's evil brewing, getting out of control And I'm helpless I can't put it right Something unrighteous is possessing my soul And it's cold in the heat of the night Something's wrong in this House today While the Sorcerer slept the Apprentice decided to play While the Master was hiding the Servants decided to play Might be too much Sun or too much of something in the Air Whatever's happening nobody else is aware There's evil brewing, getting out of control And I'm helpless I can't put it right Something unrighteous is possessing my soul And it's cold in the heat of the night Something's wrong in this House today Something's been going on there may be a price to pay.

My Cat

JACK OFF JILL "Sexless Demons And Scars"
Cool cat Good cat Pussy cat When I see him walking Makes no sense to me My cat is everywhere We watch him on TV My cat is amazing He can play the guitar He may not be an actor But he's a pussy superstar My cat Cool cat My cat is everywhere Sees what he can see He may not be an actor He acts atrociously My cat is amazing He can play the guitar He may not be an actor But he's a pussy superstar My cat isn't crazy He's everything to me My cat burns the bible And he thinks it's so funny He isn't very good He isn't very smart He may not be Picasso But he is a work of art Hates me as much as I hate you My cat Cool cat Good cat Pussy cat When I see him walking Makes no sense to me My cat is everywhere We watch him on TV My cat is amazing He can play the guitar He may not be an actor But he's a pussy superstar My cat isn't crazy He's everything to me My cat burns the bible And he thinks it's so funny He isn't very good He isn't very smart He may not be Picasso But he is a work of art My cat is handsome He can play the guitar He can break my arm in seven places He can eat a whole watermelon My cat my cat

The Weather Is Here, Wish You Were Beautiful

JIMMY BUFFETT "Coconut Telegraph"
He worked hard all year just wanted a few weeks alone But his old lady's into modeling, She can't stay away from the phone Besides she bitches about the mosquitoes She says 'Down there there is nothing to do' Her goddamn phone never stops ringing He'll try the service in a day maybe two Well, he's on his third drink before the wheels of the plane leave the ground Making points with the stewardess climbing over Long Island Sound She's also spending some time on the island Too much city madness gives her the blues They make a date to go dancing and dining Seems neither has that much to lose The weather is here I wish you were beautiful My thoughts aren't too clear but don't run away My girlfriend's a bore, my job is too dutiful Hell, nobody's perfect would you like to play I feel together today Well now that was just the start of a well-deserved over due binge Meanwhile back in the city certain people are starting to cringe His lawyers are calling his parents His girlfriend doesn't know what to think His partners are studying their options He's just singing and ordering drinks The weather is here I wish you were beautiful The skies are too clear life's easy today The beer is too cold, the daiquiri's too fruitful There's no place like home when it's this far away I don't care what they say He's going back to New York pack it up and let everyone know It was something that he should have done such a long time ago Still time to start a new life in the palm trees Billy Clyde wasn't insane And it doesn't work out there'll never be any doubt That the pleasure was worth all the pain The weather is here I wish you were beautiful The skies are too clear, life is easy today The beer is too cold, the daiquiri's too fruitful There's no place like home when it's this far away I need time for to play Time for to play

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