SoTD: The Mama’s And The Papa’s – Creeque Alley

John and Mitchie were gettin kinda itchy
Just to leave the folk music behind
Zal and Denny workin for a penny
Tryin’ to get a fish on the line
In a coffee house Sebastian sat
And after every number they passed the hat
Mcguinn and Mcguire just are gettin higher
In L.A. you know where that’s at
And no one’s getting fat except Mama Cass.

Zallie said Denny, you know there aren’t many
Who can sing a song the way that you do (lets go south)
Denny said Zallie, golly, don’t you think that I wish
I could play guitar like you?
Zal, Denny and Sebastian sat (at the Night Owl)
And after every number they passed the hat
Mcguinn and Mcguire just are gettin higher
In L.A. you know where that’s at
And no ones getting fat except Mama Cass.

When Cass was a sophomore, planned to go to Swarthmore,
But she changed her mind one day
Standin’ on the turnpike, thumb out to hitchhike,
Take her to New York right away
When Denny met Cass he gave her love bumps
Call John and Zal, and that was the Mugwumps
Mcguinn and Mcguire couldn’t get no higher
But that’s what they were aiming at
And no ones getting fat except Mama Cass.

Mugwumps, hi-jumps, low slumps, big bumps,
Don’t you work as hard as you play
Drink-up, break-up, everything is shake-up
Guess it had to be that way
Sebastian and Zal formed the spoonful
Michelle, John and Denny gettin’ very tuneful
Mcguinn and Mcguire just are catchin’ fire
In L.A. you know where that’s at
And everybody’s gettin’ fat except Mama Cass.

Broke, busted, disgusted, agents can’t be trusted,
And Mitchie wants to go to the sea
Cass can’t make it, she says we’ll have to fake it
We knew she’d come eventually
Greasin’ on American Express card
Tents, low rents, and keepin’ out the heats hard
Duffy’s good vibrations, and our imaginations,
Cant go on indefinitely
And California dreaming is becoming a reality.

Artist: The Mama’s And The Papa’s
Album: Deliver
Release Date: 1967

SoTD: Stroker And Hoop – Intro

Well, its not exactly a song with lyrics, but the bass running through it should make anyone’s day.

SoTD: The Soft Boys – Leppo And The Jooves

Crabwise
Over the Andalusian extensions of the life and loves of Noddy
Through the windows of disgust
The teeth of Leppo and his managers awry
No time to cry

Sunrise
A lamp of no position in the loss of all existence
To the vultures without bibles and
The preachers without leaves that pass it by
No time to sigh

All them pretty women
Planted in a row
You see them in the newspapers
But you can’t have ‘em – no!
No no no no no no no no! Oh ho ho!

They get Lep- Lep- Leppo and the J- J- J- J- J- Jooves
They jump on anything that m- m- m- m- m- moves
On taxis, coffin-lids, Americans, piano-heads and roofs
Leppo…

Likewise
A farmer and his diary might conspire to freeze a widow
So I went to rob the lizard
Of his skin, his coat, his money and his earth
All that he’s worth

Someday
You realize that everything you do or see or think of
If it interferes with nothing
Might as well dissolve in arrows or in tears
Nobody hears

All them famous people
Washed off in the rain
Leave not even a puddle, baby
All you leave is your name
Huh-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! Your name!

I got a name, baby
It’s Lep- Lep- Leppo and the J- J- J- J- J- Jooves Oh ho ho!
They jump on anything that m- m- m- m- m- moves
Ah ha ha! Ah ha ha.
On taxis, coffin-lids, Americans, piano-heads and roofs
Leppo…

Listen
And you can hear the dripping of the clocks, the reaping of the sun
the vengeance of the hammer and
The squeamish tight explosion of the liar
Burn in the fire

Gazing
With unforeseeing eyes into the smoke, the lungs of war
And all the endless formulations of unusable beginnings that
Have grown from hungry rivers into trees
Nobody sees

All them hungry people
They don’t look so good
But I don’t let it bother you
I don’t see why it should
No no no no no no! Oh oh ho
Oh ho ho

Lep- Lep- Leppo and the J- J- J- J- J- Jooves
They jump on anything that m- m- m- m- m- moves
On taxis, coffin-lids, Americans, piano-heads and roofs
Leppo…

Artist: The Soft Boys
Album: 1976-1981
Release Date: 1993

SoTD: Skee Lo – I Wish

Hey, this is radio station W-S-K-E-E
We’re takin’ calls off the wish line
Making all your wacky wishes come true

Hello

1-I wish I was little bit taller,
I wish I was a baller
I wish I had a girl who looked good
I would call her
I wish I had a rabbit in a hat with a bat
and a ‘64 Impala

I wish I was like six-foot-nine
So I could get with Leoshi
Cause she don’t know me but yo she’s really fine
You know I see her all the time
Everywhere I go, and even in my dreams
I can scheme of ways to make her mine
Cause I know she’s livin’ phat
Her boyfriend’s tall and he plays ball
So how am I gonna compete with that
‘Cause when it comes to playing basketball
I’m always last to be picked
And in some cases never picked at all
So I just lean upon the wall
Or sit up in the bleachers with the rest of the girls
Who came to watch their men ball
Dag y’all! I never understood
Why the jocks get the fly girls
And me I get the hood rats
I tell ‘em scat, skittle, skibobble
Got hit with a bottle
And put in the hospital, for talkin’ that mess
I confess it’s a shame when you livin’ in a city
That’s the size of a box and nobody knows yo’ name
Glad I came to my senses
Like quick-quick got sick-sick to my stomach
Overcome with my thoughts of me and her together
Right?
So when I asked her out she said I wasn’t her type

1-I wish I was little bit taller,
I wish I was a baller
I wish I had a girl who looked good
I would call her
I wish I had a rabbit in a hat with a bat
and a ‘64 Impala

I wish I had a brand-new car
So far, I got this hatchback
And everywhere I go, yo I gets laughed at
And when I’m in my car I’m laid back
I got an 8-track and a spare tire in the backseat
But that’s flat
And do you really wanna know what’s really wack, What
See I can’t even get a date
So, what do you think of that?
I heard that prom night is the bomb night
With a hood rat you can hold tight
But really tho’ on Figuero
When I’m in my car I can’t even get a hello
Well so many people wanna cruise Crenshaw on Sunday
Well then I’m gonna have to get in my car and go
You know I take the 110 to the 105
Get off on Crenshaw tell my homies look alive
Cause it’s hard to survive
Livin’ in a concrete jungle and
These girls just keep passin’ me by
She looks fly, she looks fly
Makes me say my, my, my

I wish I was a little bit taller…
I wish I was a baller…
I wish I was a little bit taller y’all
I wish I was a baller
I wish I was a baller
I wish I was a baller

Hey, I wish I had my way
‘Cause everyday would be a Friday
You could even speed on the highway
I would play ghetto games
Name my kids ghetto names
Little Mookie, big Al, Lorraine
Yo you know that’s on the real
So if you’re down on your luck
Then you should know just how I feel
Cause if you don’t want me around
See I go simple, I go easy, I go greyhound
Hey, you, what’s that sound?
Everybody look what’s going down
Ahhhh, yes, ain’t that fresh?
Everybody wants to get down like that

1-I wish I was little bit taller,
I wish I was a baller
I wish I had a girl who looked good
I would call her
I wish I had a rabbit in a hat with a bat
and a ‘64 Impala

I wish, I wish, I wish…

Artist: Skee Lo
Album: I Wish
Release Date: 1995

SoTD: Surf Punks – Shark Attack

Artist: Surf Punks
Album: Locals Only
Release Date: 1982

SoTD: The Little Girls – The Earthquake Song

There’s gonna be an earthquake in this town
There will be houses falling down
The fire hydrants will blow up
The streets will crack
The pipes will pop

It’s going kill my mom and dad
They are the only folks I had
But they better not blame me
‘Cause it’s not my fault

It’s always fun living in L.A.
Always a good show on somewhere
What more can I say
There’s gonna be an earthquake
I can’t miss it, no way

I’m gonna run, run, run
We’re having so much fun
‘Cause there’s a building chasing me
Smack, smack, I just fell in a crack
And now I’m part of the debris.

There’s going to be an earthquake in this town
The dogs are chasing their tails around
There’s a buzzing in the air
Maybe I’ll die, but I don’t care
My surfboard’s ready for the tidal wave
I’m gonna ride down Sunset like a Beach Boy today
I only hope I don’t wipe-out in West L.A.

Yes, I enjoy living life this way
Always a good show on somewhere
What more can I say
It’s gonna be an earthquake
I can’t miss it, no way

I’m gonna run, run, run
We’re having so much fun
There’s a building chasing me
Jump up. Jump back
Break your mother’s back
And we’ll all fall in the sea
weeeee

It’s always fun living in L.A.
Always a good show on somewhere
What more can I say
It’s gonna be an earthquake gonna get me
It’s gonna be an earthquake gonna get me
It’s gonna be an earthquake gonna get me today

Artist: The Little Girls
Album: Obscurity Files
Release Date: 1994

SoTD: Stan Ridgway – Pile Driver

There is a big click clack machine
Whose engines don’t pump gasoline
It’s a poundin’ crazy arm that works all day
It’s run by all the people who
Have got some blueprint plan to do
So don’t shake your head, just nod and say “okay”

And before I knew it, I got shoved in line
Marchin’ south in single file, and countin’ off in time

So bring that pile driver over here and be quick
We’ve got to dig a hole right now, so we can put in this stick
We’ve got a hundred forty-seven done, we only got a day
So bring that pile driver over here right away

Now here’s a big wide open space
So wipe that smile right off your face
And replace it now with a look of stern regard
It’s the early bird that gets the worm
So what happens when the worm will learn
It’s the older ways for new we will discard

And someone sent us this big machine that guarantees
There’ll be no argument at all when we’re packin’ one of these

So bring that pile driver over here and be quick
We’ve got to dig a hole right now, so we can put in this stick
We’ve got a hundred forty-seven done, we only got a day
So bring that pile driver over here right away

But wait a minute
Did you hear it cough
This crazy arm
We can’t turn off
It’s rollin’ round
And diggin’ down a mile
Look out this big machine
Has gone hog wild!

So look out, world, we’re buildin’ now
When the hammer hits, the thumb says “ow!”
Somewhere you know there’s progress made
One thing’s for sure, we’ll get our asphalt laid
This big machine has run amuck
And someone somewhere passed the buck
So keep an ear out for that whistle call
And duck when you see that wreckin’ ball

And hey, bob, don’t light that match, we could explode
I’ll move some dirt while you block off the road

So bring that pile driver over here and be quick
We’ve got to dig a hole right now, so we can put in this stick
We’ve got a hundred forty-seven done, we only got a day
So bring that pile driver over here right away

Artist: Stan Ridgway
Album: The Big Heat
Release Date: 1986

SoTD: John Prine – Sam Stone

Sam Stone came home,
To his wife and family
After serving in the conflict overseas.
And the time that he served,
Had shattered all his nerves,
And left a little shrapnel in his knee.
But the morphine eased the pain,
And the grass grew round his brain,
And gave him all the confidence he lacked,
With a Purple Heart and a monkey on his back.

There’s a hole in daddy’s arm where all the money goes,
Jesus Christ died for nothin’ I suppose.
Little pitchers have big ears,
Don’t stop to count the years,
Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios.
Mmm….

Sam Stone’s welcome home
Didn’t last too long.
He went to work when he’d spent his last dime
And Sammy took to stealing
When he got that empty feeling
For a hundred dollar habit without overtime.
And the gold rolled through his veins
Like a thousand railroad trains,
And eased his mind in the hours that he chose,
While the kids ran around wearin’ other peoples’ clothes…

There’s a hole in daddy’s arm where all the money goes,
Jesus Christ died for nothin’ I suppose.
Little pitchers have big ears,
Don’t stop to count the years,
Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios.
Mmm….

Sam Stone was alone
When he popped his last balloon
Climbing walls while sitting in a chair
Well, he played his last request
While the room smelled just like death
With an overdose hovering in the air
But life had lost its fun
And there was nothing to be done
But trade his house that he bought on the G, I. Bill
For a flag draped casket on a local heroes’ hill

There’s a hole in daddy’s arm where all the money goes,
Jesus Christ died for nothin’ I suppose.
Little pitchers have big ears,
Don’t stop to count the years,
Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios.
Mmm….

Artist: John Prine
Album: John Prine
Release Date: 1971

SoTD: The Reverend Horton Heat – Livin’ On The Edge Of Houston

Yeah, it’s cool that you live in a shack
And it’s cool that you’re hooked on smack
Yeah, you used to be in a band
You’re the coolest guy to all your fans

Now you’re livin’ on the edge your livin’
On the edge you’re livin’,
Livin’ on the edge of Houston

Yeah, it’s cool everybody knows
That you’re in and out of jail
You’re a tortured artistic soul
But your daddy always pays your bail

Now you’re livin’ on the edge your livin’
On the edge you’re livin’,
Livin’ on the edge of Houston

Yeah, you can’t afford a car
All your friends like your real nice life
And it’s cool everybody knows
That you’re sneaking into all the shows

Now you’re livin’ on the edge your livin’
On the edge you’re livin’,
Livin’ on the edge of Houston
Livin’ on the edge of Houston!
Livin’ on the edge of Houston!

Artist: The Reverend Horton Heat
Album: The Full Custom Gospel Sounds
Release Date: 1993

SoTD: Alan Jackson – Chasin’ That Neon Rainbow

Daddy won a radio
Tuned it to a country show
I was rocking in the cradle to the crying of a steel guitar
Mama used to sing to me
She taught me that sweet harmony
Now she worries ’cause she never thought
I’d ever really take it this far
Singing in the bars and

Chasin’ the neon rainbow
Livin’ that honky tonk dream
‘Cause all I’ve ever wanted
Is too pick this guitar and sing
Just trying to be somebody
Just wanna be heard and seen
Chasin’ that neon rainbow
Livin’ that honky tonk dream

An atlas and a coffee cup
Five pickers in an old Dodge truck
Heading down to Houston for a show on Saturday night
This overhead is killing me
Half the time I sing for free
But when the crowd’s into it
Lord it makes this thing I doing seem right
Standing in the spotlight

Chasin’ the neon rainbow
Livin’ that honky tonk dream
‘Cause all I’ve ever wanted
Is too pick this guitar and sing
Just trying to be somebody
Just wanna be heard and seen
Chasin’ that neon rainbow
Livin’ that honky tonk dream

Daddy’s got a radio
He won it thirty years ago
He said ‘Son I just now we’re
gonna hear you singing on it someday’
I made it up to Music Row
Lordy don’t the wheels turn slow
But I wouldn’t trade a minute
I wouldn’t have it any other way
Just show me to the stage

I’m chasin’ the neon rainbow
Livin’ that honky tonk dream
‘Cause all I’ve ever wanted
Is too pick this guitar and sing
Just trying to be somebody
Just wanna be heard and seen
Chasin’ that neon rainbow
Livin’ that honky tonk dream
I’m chasin’ the neon rainbow
Livin’ that honky tonk dream

Artist: Alan Jackson
Album: Here In The Real World
Release Date: 1989

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