SoTD: Tim McGraw- Refried Dreams

Last Monday mornin’ you left with no warnin’
I started goin’ insane
Well I headed South out of Del Rio, Texas
With a hell of a load on my brain
I kept on goin’ without even knowin’
How much your love really means
Now I’m messed up in Mexico
Livin’ on refried dreams

I’m down here in Mexico
Sick as a dog
My head is poundin’ in this border town fog
Down to my last dime and comin’ apart at the seams
I’m messed up in Mexico
Livin’ on refried dreams

This picture ain’t pretty
I’m ragged and dirty
And wonderin’ what I’m doin’ here
Shootin’ tequila
Wantin’ to kill ya
And wishin’ to God you were near

So full of your memory
But feelin’ so empty
I’ve run out of my self-esteem
Now I’m messed up in Mexico
Livin’ on refried dreams

I’m down here in Mexico
Sick as a dog
My head is poundin’ in this border town fog
Down to my last dime and comin’ apart at the seams
I’m messed up in Mexico
Livin’ on refried dreams

I’m down here in Mexico
Sick as a dog
My head is poundin’ in this border town fog
Down to my last dime and comin’ apart at the seams
I’m messed up in Mexico
Livin’ on refried dreams

Oh, I’m messed up in Mexico
Livin’ on refried dreams

Artist: Tim McGraw
Album: Not A Moment Too Soon
Release Date: 1994

SoTD: Marcy Playground – Sex And Candy

Hangin’ round downtown by myself
And I had so much time
To sit and think about myself
And then there she was
Like double cherry pie
Yeah there she was
Like disco super fly

I smell sex and candy here
Who’s that lounging in my chair
Who’s that casting devious stares
In my direction
Mama this surely is a dream

Hangin’ round downtown by myself
And I had too much caffeine
And I was thinkin’ ’bout myself
And then there she was
In platform double suede
Yeah there she was
Like disco lemonade

I smell sex and candy here
Who’s that lounging in my chair
Who’s that casting devious stares
In my direction
Mama this surely is a dream
Mama this surely is a dream

I smell sex and candy here
Who’s that lounging in my chair
Who’s that casting devious stares
In my direction

Mama this surely is a dream
Mama this surely is a dream
Yeah mama this must be my dream

Artist: Marcy Playground
Album: Marcy’s Playground
Release Date: 1997

SoTD: The Desert Rose Band – She Don’t Love Nobody

From my humble point of view
She don’t love nobody
Nothing borrowed nothing new
She don’t love nobody
Behind those green eyes I detect
She don’t love nobody
A heart no kiss could resurrect
She don’t love nobody

All her life she’s been told to hang on tight
There’s a man who’d make her his wife
But she’s not interested in anything mamma says?

She throws passion to the wind
She don’t love nobody
She don’t give out but she don’t give in
She don’t love nobody
And if I could I’d make her mine
She don’t love nobody
And she would never walk that line
She don’t love nobody

All my life I’ve been told to hang on tight
There’s a girl who’d be my wife
But I’m not interested in anything mama says

I want the girl who does not need
She don’t love nobody
She the one my heart receives
She don’t love nobody

She don’t love nobody
She don’t love nobody
She don’t love nobody
She don’t love nobody
She don’t love nobody
She don’t love nobody

Artist; The Desert Rose Band
Album: Running
Release Date: 1988

SoTD: Boston – More Than A Feeling

I looked out this morning and the sun was gone
Turned on some music to start my day
I lost myself in a familiar song
I closed my eyes and I slipped away

It’s more than a feeling (more than a feeling)
When I hear that old song they used to play (more than a feeling)
I begin dreaming (more than a feeling)
’till I see Marianne walk away
I see my Marianne walkin’ away

So many people have come and gone
Their faces fade as the years go by
Yet I still recall as I wander on
as clear as the sun in the summer sky

It’s more than a feeling (more than a feeling)
When I hear that old song they used to play (more than a feeling)
I begin dreaming (more than a feeling)
’till I see Marianne walk away
I see my Marianne walkin’ away

When I’m tired and thinking cold
I hide in my music, forget the day
and dream of a girl I used to know
I closed my eyes and she slipped away
She slipped away

It’s more than a feeling (more than a feeling)
When I hear that old song they used to play (more than a feeling)
I begin dreaming (more than a feeling)
’till I see Marianne walk away

Artist: Boston
Album: Boston
Release Date: 1976

SoTD: Cracker – Low

Sometimes I wanna take you down.
Sometimes I wanna get you low.
I brush your hair back from your eyes.
I take you down, let the river flow.

Sometimes I go and walk the street
Behind the green sheet of glass.
A million miles below their feet
A million miles, a million miles!

I’ll be with you girl
Like being low
Hey-hey-hey like being stoned
I’ll be with you girl
Like being low
Hey-hey-hey like being stoned.

A million poppies gonna make me sleep.
But just one rose it knows your name
The fruit is rusting on the vine
The fruit is calling from the trees…

Hey! Don’t you wanna go down
Like some junkie cosmonaut?
A million miles below their feet
A million miles, a million miles!

I’ll be with you girl
Like being low
Hey-hey-hey like being stoned
I’ll be with you girl
Like being low
Hey-hey-hey like being stoned.

Blue-blue is the sun.
Brown-brown is the sky.
Green-green are her eyes.
A million miles, a million miles….

Hey! Don’t you wanna go down
Like some disgraced cosmonaut?
A million miles below their feet
A million miles, a million miles!

I’ll be with you girl
Like being low
Hey-hey-hey like being stoned
I’ll be with you girl
Like being low
Hey-hey-hey like being stoned.

I’ll be with you girl
Like being low
Hey-hey-hey like being stoned
I’ll be with you girl
Like being low
Hey-hey-hey like being stoned.

I’ll be with you girl
Like being low
Hey-hey-hey like being stoned
I’ll be with you girl
Like being low
Hey-hey-hey like being stoned.

Artist: Cracker
Album: Kerosene Hat
Release Date: 1993

SoTD: Barry Manilow – Copacabana (At The Copa)

Or as I used to call this little ear-worm gem at the height of this song’s popularity back in the late 70’s when it seemed to be playing on EVERY radio station that I’d turn to — Coke And Bananas!

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Her name was Lola, she was a showgirl
With yellow feathers in her hair and a dress cut down to there
She would Meringue and do the Cha-Cha
And while she tried to be a star, Tony always tended bar
Across a crowded floor, they worked from 8 till 4
They were young and they had each other
Who could ask for more?

At the Copa (CO!), Copacabana (Copacabana)
The hottest spot north of Havana (here)
At the Copa (CO!), Copacabana
Music and passion were always the fashion
At the Copa….they fell in love

(Copa Copacabana)

His name was Rico, he wore a diamond
He was escorted to his chair, he saw Lola dancin’ there
And when she finished, he called her over
But Rico went a bit too far, Tony sailed across the bar
And then the punches flew and chairs were smashed in two
There was blood and a single gun shot
But just who shot who?

At the Copa (CO!), Copacabana (Copacabana)
The hottest spot north of Havana (here)
At the Copa (CO!), Copacabana
Music and passion were always the fashion
At the Copa….she lost her love

(Copa. . Copacabana)
(Copa Copacabana) (Copacabana, ahh ahh ahh ahh)
(Ahh ahh ahh ahh Copa Copacabana)
(Talking Havana have a banana)
(Music and passion… always the fash–shun)

Her name is Lola, she was a showgirl
But that was 30 years ago, when they used to have a show
Now it’s a disco, but not for Lola
Still in the dress she used to wear, faded feathers in her hair
She sits there so refined, and drinks herself half-blind
She lost her youth and she lost her Tony
Now she’s lost her mind!

At the Copa (CO!), Copacabana (Copacabana)
The hottest spot north of Havana (here)
At the Copa (CO!), Copacabana
Music and passion were always the fashion
At the Copa….don’t fall in love

(Copa) don’t fall in love
Copacabana
Copacabana..!

Artist: Barry Manilow
Album: Lady In Waiting
Release Date: 1978

SoTD: The Reverend Horton Heat – Eat Steak

Eat steak, eat steak eat a big ol’ steer
Eat steak, eat steak do we have one dear?
Eat beef, eat beef it’s a mighty good food
It’s a grade A meal when I’m in the mood.

Cowpokes’ll come from a near and far
When you throw a few rib-eyes on the fire
Roberto Duran ate two before a fight
‘Cause it gave a lot of mighty men a lot of mighty might

Eat steak, eat steak eat a big ol’ steer
Eat steak, eat steak do we have one dear?
Eat beef, eat beef it’s a mighty good food
It’s a grade A meal when I’m in the mood.

Eat meat, eat meat, filet mignon
Eat meat, eat meat, ear it all day long
Eat a few T-bones till you get your fill
Eat a new York cut, hot off the grill

Eat steak, eat steak eat a big ol’ steer
Eat steak, eat steak do we have one dear?
Eat beef, eat beef it’s a mighty good food
It’s a grade A meal when I’m in the mood.

Eat a cow, eat a cow ’cause it’s good for you
Eat a cow, eat a cow it’s the thing that goes “Mooooo”

Look at all the cows in the slaughterhouse yard
Gotta hit’em in the head, gotta hit’em real hard
First you gotta clean’ em then the butcher cuts’ em up
Throws it on a scale throws an eyeball in a cup

Saw a big Brangus Steer standing right over there
So I rustled up a fire cooked him medium rare
Bar-B-Q’ed his brisket, a roasted his rump
Fed my dog that ol’ Brangus Steer’s hump

Eat steak, eat steak eat a big ol’ steer
Eat steak, eat steak do we have one dear?
Eat beef, eat beef it’s a mighty good food
It’s a grade A meal when I’m in the mood.

Artist: The Reverend Horton Heat
Album: Smoke ‘em If You Got ‘Em
Release Date: 1992

SoTD: The Flirts – Jukebox (Don’t Put Another Dime)

So I saw you in the pizza place
You were with another girl
It was a crime it was such a disgrace
You really shattered my world

Little things remind me of you
Cheap cologne and that damn song too!

Don’t put another dime in the jukebox
I don’t wanna hear that song no more
Don’t put another dime in the jukebox
I don’t wanna hear that song no more

Then I learned the treacherous end
You were with my best friend
Ain’t got no class ain’t got no respect
My broken heart will never mend

Little things remind me of you
Cheap cologne and that damn song too!

Don’t put another dime in the jukebox
I don’t wanna hear that song no more
Don’t put another dime in the jukebox
I don’t wanna hear that song no more

Don’t wanna hear that song no more No! No!
Don’t wanna hear that song no more
Don’t wanna hear that song no more No! No!
Don’t wanna hear that song!

Don’t wanna hear that song no more No! No!
Don’t wanna hear that song no more

Don’t put another dime in the jukebox
I don’t wanna hear that song no more
Don’t put another dime in the jukebox
I don’t wanna hear that song no more

Then I learned the treacherous end
You were with my best friend
Ain’t got no class ain’t got no respect
My broken heart will never mend

Little things remind me of you
Cheap cologne and that damn song too!

Don’t put another dime in the jukebox
I don’t wanna hear that song no more
Don’t put another dime in the jukebox
I don’t wanna hear that song no more

Don’t wanna hear that song no more No! No!
Don’t wanna hear that song no more
Don’t wanna hear that song no more No! No!
Don’t wanna hear that song!

Don’t wanna hear that song no more No! No!
Don’t wanna hear that song no more

Don’t put another dime in the jukebox
I don’t wanna hear that song no more
Don’t put another dime in the jukebox
I don’t wanna hear that song no more

Don’t put another dime in the jukebox
I don’t wanna hear that song no more
Don’t put another dime in the jukebox
I don’t wanna hear that song no more

Don’t put another dime in the jukebox
I don’t wanna hear that song no more
Don’t put another dime in the jukebox
I don’t wanna hear that song no more

Artist: The Flirts
Album: 10 Cents A Dance
Release Date: 1982

SoTD: Bob Dylan – I Shall Be Free

Well, I took me a woman late last night
I was three-fourths drunk she looked all right
‘Til she started peelin’ off her onion gook
She took off her wig, said, “How do I look?”
I was high flyin’… bare naked … out the window.

Well, sometimes I might get drunk
Walk like a duck and smell like a skunk
Don’t hurt me none, don’t hurt my pride
‘Cause I got my little lady right by my side
(She’s a tryin’ a hide pretendin’
She don’t know me)

I was out there paintin’ on the old wood shed
When a can a black paint it fell on my head
I went down to scrub and rub
But I had to sit in back of the tub
(Cost a quarter
Half price).

Well, my telephone rang it would not stop
It’s President Kennedy callin’ me up
He said, “My friend, Bob, what do we need to make the country grow”?
I said, “My friend, John, Brigitte Bardot,
Anita Ekberg
Sophia Loren”
Country’ll grow.

Well, I got a woman five feet short
She yells and hollers and squeals and snorts
She tickles my nose pats me on the head
Blows me over and kicks me out of bed
(She’s a man eater
Meat grinder
Bad looser)

Oh, there ain’ no use in me workin’ alla time
I got a woman who works herself blind
Works up to her britches, up to her neck
Write me letters and sends me checks
(She’s a humdinger
Folk singer)

Late one day in the middle of the week
Eyes were closed I was half asleep
I chased me a woman up the hill
Right in the middle of an air drill
(I jumped a fallout shelter
I jumped the string bean
I jumped the TV dinner
I jumped the shot gun)

Now, the man on the stand he wants my vote
He’s a-runnin’ for office on the ballot note
He’s out there preachin’ in front of the steeple
Tellin’ me he loves all kinds-a people
(He’s eatin’ bagels
He’s eatin’ pizza
He’s eatin’ chitins)

Whoooooo!

Oh, set me down on a television floor
I’ll flip the channel to number four
Out of the shower comes a football man
With a bottle of oil in his hand
(Greasy kid stuff
What I want to know, Mr. Football Man, is
What do you do about Willy Mays
Martin Luther King
Olatunji)

Well, the funniest woman I ever seen
Was the great-granddaughter of Mr. Clean
She takes about fifteen baths a day
Wants me to grow a mustache on my face
(She’s insane)

Well, ask me why I’m drunk alla time
It levels my head and eases my mind
I just walk along and stroll and sing
I see better days and I do better things
(I catch dinosaurs
I make love to Elizabeth Taylor …
Catch hell from Richard Burton!)

Artist: Bob Dylan
Album: The Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan
Release Date: 1963

SoTD: Herman’s Hermits – No Milk Today

No milk today, my love has gone away
The bottle stands forlorn, a symbol of the dawn
No milk today, it seems a common sight
But people passing by don’t know the reason why

How could they know just what this message means
The end of my hopes, the end of all my dreams
How could they know the palace there had been
Behind the door where my love reigned as queen

No milk today, it wasn’t always so
The company was gay, we’d turn night into day

But all that’s left is a place dark and lonely
A terraced house in a mean street back of town
Becomes a shrine when I think of you only
Just two up two down

No milk today, it wasn’t always so
The company was gay, we’d turn night into day
As music played the faster did we dance
We felt it both at once, the start of our romance

How could they know just what this message means
The end of my hopes, the end of all my dreams
How could they know a palace there had been
Behind the door where my love reigned as queen

No milk today, my love has gone away
The bottle stands forlorn, a symbol of the dawn

But all that’s left is a place dark and lonely
A terraced house in a mean street back of town
Becomes a shrine when I think of you only
Just two up two down

No milk today, my love has gone away
The bottle stands forlorn, a symbol of the dawn
No milk today, it seems a common sight
But people passing by don’t know the reason why

How could they know just what this message means
The end of my hopes, the end of all my dreams
How could they know a palace there had been
Behind the door where my love reigned as queen

No milk today, it wasn’t always so
The company was gay, we’d turn night into day

But all that’s left is a place dark and lonely
A terraced house in a mean street back of town
Oh all that’s left is a place dark and lonely
A terraced house in a mean street back of town
Oh all that’s left is a place dark and lonely
A terraced house in a mean street back of town

Artist: Herman’s Hermits
Album: There’s A Kind Of Hush All Over The World
Release Date: 1967