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FRANK ZAPPA lyrics - Chunga's Revenge

Road Ladies

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Frank Zappa (guitar, vocals) Ian Underwood (rhythm guitar) Jeff Simmons (bass, vocals) George Duke (organ) Aynsley Dunbar (drums) The Phlorescent Leech and Eddie (vocals) Don't it ever get lonesome? yeah! sure gets lonesome Don't it ever get sad when you go out on the road? oh, there was one time in Minneapolis.. when I thought I had the clap for sure Don't it ever get lonesome? whoa-ho! lonesome ain't the word Don't it ever get sad when you go out on a thirty day tour? You got nothing but groupies and promotors to love you and a pile of laundry by the hotel door. Don't it ever get lonesome? Don't it ever give a young man the blues? Don't it ever get lonesome? Don't it ever make a young man wanna go back home? When the P.A. system eats it, And the band plays some of the most terriblest shit you've ever known. Don't you ever miss your house in the country and your hot little mamma too? Don't you ever miss your house in the country and your hot little mamma too? Don't you better get a shot from the doctor for what the Road Ladies do to you. I know someday I will never, I'll never go out on the road again. I know someday I will never, I ain't gonna roam the country side. No more. I'm gonna hang up them ol' holiday inns and heal my knees up, from when I was doin' it on the floor See me doing it! See me doing on the floor Don't you ever miss your house in the country and your hot little mamma too? Don't you ever miss your house in the country and your hot little mamma too? Don't you better get a shot from the doctor for what the Road Ladies do to you.

One For The Road

HOUSE OF PAIN "House Of Pain"
Huh! Check it out! Everybody in the house, check it out! The House Of Pain is in full effect Call me the corn fed, peckerwood, redneck cracker White bread, shit kickin' Irish beat jacker Comin' with the style of a Celtic rebel Those who ain't on my level call me the blue eyed devil But that's just because they don't know what I know And that's just because they can't flow like I flow I rip shit, dip shit, so what you gotta say Why you wanna play, I fuck you up with no delay And knock your motherfucking fronts out Smoke my philly blunts out, my buddha never runs out I turn the little scunts out And I got the hookers callin' me pops Once their cherry pops, Everlast gets all the props I'm hittin' skins from here to Copenhagen I bed the wenches cause you know I'm a pagan The House Of Pain, that's the name of my crew You don't like it, tough luck, what the fuck you gonna do Nothin', you ain't sayin' nothin' You need to start puffin' and relax Or you'll wind up gettin' taxed For your money, for your jewels, for your car, for your ho My crew, they start trippin' while I'm rippin' up the show Chorus Mickey Mouse, you know he's in the house I said Mickey Mouse, you know he's in the house One for the road, this is one for the road For my man Matt Champy, this is one for the road Tura lura lura, tura lura lie Tura lura lura, that's an Irish lullaby No need to act fly, you'll be sayin' nighty-night The place you're in is right if you're lookin' for a fight Step up, your blood, I spill it Put on the beat, I kill it I'll burn ya like some bacon that's been fryin' in my skillet Move over Sizzlean, my favorite color's green But I'll beat ya black and blue, cause I'm always with my crew Chorus (x2)

Dust Down A Country Road

JOHN HIATT "Walk On"
Could not get to sleep It was on my wedding night I was tangled in the sheets And I was dreaming of a light Pouring from her window Coming up through the floor Lifting up the darkness Crashing through my kitchen door Down to that old oak table I went to take a look And my whole life flashed before me Just like a story book She used to make me breakfast Or sit around and talk Have another cup of coffee Or maybe take a little walk CHORUS: Dust down a country road Blowing int he wind Behind an old truck load Up before the rooster crowed There's an old dog staring At the dust down a country road And that truck is going somewhere I just can't be sure When tomorrow's just the day After all that's gone before And I always thought of leaving I never could stay too long Now her memory's catching up And our sweet dreams are all gone CHORUS If I had a bullet I'd put it in this gun And I'd catch that old dog napping And I'd shoot him before he runs Cause he ain't much good for nothin' Except staring at the dust Lord I wonder what he's looking at Sneaking up on us CHORUS

Two Of A Kind, Workin' On A Full House

GARTH BROOKS "No Fences"
Yes, she's my lady luck Hey, I'm her wild card man Together we're buildin' up a real hot hand We live out in the country Hey, she's my little queen of the South Yea, we're two of a kind Workin' on a full house. She wakes me every mornin' With a smile and a kiss Her strong country lovin' is hard to resist She's my easy lovin' woman I'm her hard-workin' man, no doubt Yea, we're two of a kind Workin' on a full house . Yea, a pickup truck is her limousine And her favorite dress is her faded blue jeans She loves me tender when the goin' gets tough Somtimes we fight just so we can make up. Lord I need that little woman Like the crops need the rain She's my honeycomb and I'm her sugar cane We really fit together If you know what I'm talkin' about Yea, we're two of a kind Workin' on a full house. This time I found a keeper, I made up my mind Lord the perfect combination is her heart and mine The sky's the limit, no hill is too steep We're playin' for fun, but we're playin' for keeps. So draw the curtain, honey Turn the lights down low We'll find some country music on the radio I'm yours and you're mine Hey, that's what it's all about Yea, we're two of a kind Workin' on a full house. Lordy, mama, we'll be two of a kind Workin' on a full house.

Country House

BLUR "The Great Escape"
And so the the story begins City dweller, successful fella Thought to himself oops I've got a lot of money I'm caught in a rat race terminally I'm a professional cynic but my heart's not in it I'm paying the price of living life at the limit Caught up in the centuries anxiety It preys on him, he's getting thin He lives in a house, a very big house in the country Watching afternoon repeats and the food he eats in the country He takes all manner of pills and piles up analyst bills in the country It's like an animal farm lot's of rural charm in the country He's got morning glory, life's a different story Everything going jackanory, in touch with his own mortality He's reading balzac, knocking back prozac It's a helping hand that makes you feel wonderfully bland Oh it's the centuries remedy For the faint at heart, a new start He lives in a house, a very big house in the country He's got a fog in his chest so he needs a lot of rest in the country He doesn't drink smoke laugh, takes herbal baths in the country Says she's come to no harm on an animal farm in the country In the country, in the country Blow, blow me out I am so sad, I don't know why Blow, blow me out I am so sad, I don't know why He lives in a house, a very big house in the country Watching afternoon repeats and the food he eats in the country He takes all manner of pills and piles up analyst bills in the country Oh, it's like an animal farm lot's of rural charm in the country He lives in a house, a very big house in the country He's got a fog in his chest so he needs a lot of rest in the country He doesn't drink smoke laugh, takes herbal baths in the country And she's come to no harm on an animal farm in the country

Take Me Home Country Road

ISRAEL KAMAKAWIWO'OLE "Facing Future"
Almost Heaven, West Makaha, high-ridge mountain, crystal-clear blue water. All my friends there hanging on da beach, young and old among them, feel the ocean breeze. Country road, take me home, to the place I belong, West Makaha, Mount Ka'ala. Oh, take me home, oh, country road. I heard a voice, in the morning calm, she calls me, as though to remind me of my Home far away. Driving down the road, I feel the Spirit coming to me, from yesterday, yesterday. All my memories hold Heaven on high, brown-skinned woman, clear blue island sky. Daytime sunshine, oo-ooh so bright, midnight moon a-glowing, stars up in the sky. Country road, take me home, to the place I belong, West Makaha, Mount Ka'ala. Take me home, take me home, country road. I hear a voice, in the morning calm, she's calling, as though to remind me of my Home far away. We driving down the road, I feel the Spirits coming to me, of yesterday, yesterday. Almost Heaven, West Makaha, high ridge mountain, crystal clear blue waters. All my friends there sitting on the beach, young and old among them, eating fish straight from the sea. Country road, take me home, to the place I belong, West Makaha, oh, Mount Ka'ala. Take me home, oh country road. Country road, take me home, oh to the place I belong. West Makaha, Mount Ka'ala, take me home, oh country road. Country road, oh take me home, yes to the place, to the place, I belong, West Makaha, Mount Ka'ala, take me home country road. Country road, take me home, to the place I was born, West Makaha, Mount Ka'ala. Take me home, country road....... Huuhuu. Huuu-tah. Good fo' be back. White san', clean watah. Hô boy, the mountain...feel the makani... whew, what a place.

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