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TED NUGENT lyrics - Live At Hammersmith '79

Cat Scratch Fever

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cat scratch fever / ted nugent Well I don't know where they come from but they sure do come I hope they comin' for me And I don't know how they do it but they sure do it good I hope there doin' it for free They give me cat scratch fever Cat scratch fever well the first time that I got it I was just ten years old I got it from some kitty next door an I went to see the doctor and he gave me the cure I think I got it some more They give me cat scratch fever Cat scratch fever I got a bad scratch fever The cat scratch fever It's nothin dangerous I feel no pain I've got the choo-choo train You know you got it when you… you going insane It makes a grown man cry cry …oh won't you make my bed well I make the pussy purr with the stroke of my hand They know they gettin' it from me They know just where to go when they need their lovin man They know I doin' it for free They give me cat scratch fever Cat scratch fever They gotta bad scratch fever The cat scratch fever

To M.g. (Wherever She May Be)

JOHN COUGAR MELLENCAMP "Nothin' Matters And What If It Did"
I was watching a movie the other night on T.V. The actress reminded me of you Her attitude, the way that she smiled She was doin' a part girl, like you used to do I do believe you played it better If it wasn't better, it was just as strong I would've called you up on the telephone that night But somehow girl, it'd been all wrong I heard you married a stranger In a horse and carriage that was covered with gold Well, you wanted to be different and still fit in I wonder if you feel different at all now that you're older Hope you didn't lose that innocent laughter Oh, God I hope time didn't take that away All those junior high nights underneath the front porch light A good Catholic girl during the day Chorus Oh, oh just watching the time grow Old enough to know that these memories can't hurt a thing Oh, oh just watching the time grow If I saw you today, girl I wouldn't even know ya Well I know it wasn't that big of a love affair But boy, it sure seemed like one back then When I parlay the memories into their proper places I can see now we were no more than friends Ooh your kisses sure tasted sweet But I guess any kiss tastes sweet at fifteen I just hope your touch is as warm to your ol' man As it seemed like it was to me Chorus

The Body Of An American

THE POGUES "Pogue Mahone"
(Shane MacGowan) The cadillac stood by the house And the yanks they were within And the tinker boys they hissed advice 'Hot-wire her with a pin' Then we turned and shook as we had a look In the room where the dead men lay So big Jim Dwyer made his last trip To the home where his father's laid But fifteen minutes later We had our first taste of whiskey There was uncles giving lectures On ancient Irish history The men all started telling jokes And the women they got frisky At five o'clock in the evening Every bastard there was piskey Fare thee well going away There's nothing left to say Farewell to New York City boys To Boston and PA He took them out With a well-aimed clout He was often heard to say I'm a free born man of the USA He fought the champ in Pittsburgh And he slashed him to the ground He took on Tiny Tartanella And it only went one round He never had no time for reds For drink or dice or whores And he never threw a fight Unless the fight was right So they sent him to the war Fare the well gone away There's nothing left to say With a slainte Joe and Erin go My love's in Amerikay The calling of the rosary Spanish wine from far away I'm a free born man of the USA This morning on the harbour When I said goodbye to you I remember how I swore That I'd come back to you one day And as the sunset came to meet The evening on the hill I told you I'd always love you I always did and I always will Fare thee well gone away There's nothing left to say 'cept to say adieu To your eyes as blue As the water in the bay And to big Jim Dwyer The man of wire Who was often heard to say I'm a free born man of the USA

I.o.u.

Jimmy Dean "I.O.U."
Many people look through their wallet or their pocket books and, way down at the bottom, past the credit cards and baby pictures and so on, you usually find a little 'ol piece of dog-eared poetry. I was cleaning out my wallet the other day and ran across a whole bunch of I.O.U's, some of 'em thirty-five years overdue. And you know the funny thing, all these I.O.U's are owed to one person and I kinda felt like that maybe now would be a pretty good time for an accountin'. Mom, I sure hope you're listenin'. Sweet lady, I.O.U. for so many things..... A lot of services, like nightwatchman for instance..... Lyin' awake nights, listenin' for coughs and cries and creakin' floorboards.....hah-hah, and me comin' in too late. Boy, you had the eye of an eagle and the roar of a lion, But you always had a heart as big as a house. I.O.U. for services like, uh, short order cook, chef, baker..... For makin' sirloin out o' hamburger an' turkey out o' tuna fish, And big ol' strappin' boys out of leftovers. I.O.U. for cleanin' services, The daily scrubbing of face and ears....all work done by hand. And for the frequent dustin' of a small boy's pants To try to make sure that you led a spotless life. And for washin' and ironin' that no laundry could ever do. For dryin' the tears of childhood and ironin' out the problems of growin' up. I.O.U. for services as a bodyguard, For protectin' me from the terrors of thunderstorms and nightmares Hah, And too many green apples. And Lord knows, I.O.U. for medical attention, For nursing me through measles, mumps, bruises, Bumps, splinters and spring fever. Oh-oh, let's not forget medical advice....important things like, 'If you keep on scratching that, it'll never get well' or 'If you cross your eyes, they're gonna stick like that'. And probably the most important advice of all, 'Boy, you be sure you got on clean underwear, in case you're in an accident'. And I.O.U. for veterinarian services, For feeding every lost dog that I dragged home at the end of the rope, And for healing the pains of puppy love. And I.O.U. for entertainment..... Entertainment that kept the household goin' through some pretty rough times..... And for wonderful productions at Christmas, the Fourth of July, Birthdays..... And for making make-believe come true..... And you did it all on such a limited budget. I.O.U. for construction work, for building kites and confidence, hopes and dreams an'..... Somehow you made them all touch the sky..... And for cementin' together a family So it would stand the worst kind of shocks and blows..... And for layin' down a good strong foundation to build a life on. I.O.U. for carrier charges..... For carryin' me on your books for the necessities of life That a growin' boy somehow, well, they just gotta have. Things like, hah-hah, a pair of high top boots, With a little pocket on the side for a jack-knife. And one thing, Mom, I'll never forget.... When there were two pieces of pie and three hungry people..... You were always the one who decided, well, I'm not really that hungry anyhow. These are just a few of the things for which payment is long overdue.. The person that I owe 'em to worked very, very cheap.... She managed by simply doin' without a whole lot o' things that she needed herself.... My I.O.U's add up to more than I could ever hope to repay, But you know the nicest thing about it all.... That I know, that she had marked the entire bill 'Paid In Full' For just one kiss and four little words....Mom, I Love You!

Tramp The Dirt Down

ELVIS COSTELLO "Spike"
I saw a newspaper picture from the political campaign A woman was kissing a child, who was obviously in pain She spills with compassion, as that young child's face in her hands she grips Can you imagine all that greed and avarice coming down on that child's lips Well I hope I don't die too soon I pray the Lord my soul to save Oh I'll be a good boy, I'm trying so hard to behave Because there's one thing I know, I'd like to live long enough to savour That's when they finally put you in the ground I'll stand on your grave and tramp the dirt down When England was the whore of the world Margeret was her madam And the future looked as bright and as clear as the black tarmacadam Well I hope that she sleeps well at night, isn't haunted by every tiny detail 'Cos when she held that lovely face in her hands all she thought of was betrayal And now the cynical ones say that it all ends the same in the long run Try telling that to the desperate father who just squeezed the life from his only son And how it's only voices in your head and dreams you never dreamt Try telling him the subtle difference between justice and contempt Try telling me she isn't angry with this pitiful discontent When they flaunt it in your face as you line up for punishment And then expect you to say Thank you straighten up, look proud and pleased Because you've only got the symptoms, you haven't got the whole disease Just like a schoolboy, whose head's like a tin-can filled up with dreams then poured down the drain Try telling that to the boys on both sides, being blown to bits or beaten and maimed Who takes all the glory and none of the shame Well I hope you live long now, I pray the Lord your soul to keep I think I'll be going before we fold our arms and start to weep I never thought for a moment that human life could be so cheap 'Cos when they finally put you in the ground They'll stand there laughing and tramp the dirt down

Texan Love Song

ELTON JOHN "Don't Shoot Me (I'm Only The Piano Player)"
Music by Elton John Available on the album Don't Shoot Me I'm Only The Piano Player I heard from a friend you'd been messing around With a cute little thing I'd been dating uptown Well I don't know if I like that idea much Well you'd better stay clear I might start acting rough You out of town guys sure think you're real keen Think all of us boys are homespun and green But that's wrong my friend so get this through your head We're tough and we're Texan with necks good and red So it's Ki yi yippie yi yi You long hairs are sure gonna die Our American home was clean till you came And kids still respected the president's name And the eagle still flew in the sky Hearts filled with national pride Then you came along with your drug-crazy songs Goddamit you're all gonna die How dare you sit there and drink all our beer Oh it's made for us workers who sweat spit and swear The minds of our daughters are poisoned by you With your communistic politics and them negro blues Well I'm gonna quit talking and take action now Run all of you fairies clean out of this town Oh I'm dog tired of watching you mess up our lives Spending the summertime naturally high

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