SoTD: The Ink Spots – Whispering Grass

Why do you whisper, green grass
Why tell the tress what ain’t so
Whispering grass
The trees don’t have to know, no-no

Why tell them all your secrets
Who kissed there long ago
Whispering grass
The trees don’t need to know

Don’t you tell it to the breeze
For she will tell the birds and bees
And everyone will know
Because you told the blabbering trees
Yes, you told them once before
It’s no secret anymore-ore

Why tell them all the old things
They’re buried under the snow
Whispering grass, don’t tell the trees
‘Cause the trees don’t need to know-ow

Now, don’t you tell it to the breeze
‘Cause she’ll run ‘n’ tell it to the birds and bees
And everyone will know
Because you done told the blabberin’ trees
Yes you did, ya told ‘em once before
So that’s why it ain’t no secret anymore, mm-mm-mm

Why tell them all the old things
They’re buried under the snow
Whispering grass, don’t tell the trees
‘Cause the trees – don’t need – to… know-ow…

Artist: The Ink Spots
Album: How High The Moon
Release Date: 1939

SoTD: Pink Thunder – The Boondocks Theme Song

I am the stone that the builder refused
I am the visual, the inspiration
That made Lady sing the Blues…

I’m the spark that makes your idea bright
The same spark that lights the dark
So that you can know your left from your right

I am the ballot in the box, the bullet in the gun
The inner glow that lets you know
To call your brother son

The story that just begun
The promise of what’s to come
And I’ll remain a soldier ’til the war is won

Judo flip, chop chop chop
Judo flip, chop chop chop
Judo flip, chop chop chop

Artist: Pink Thunder
Album: The Boondocks
Release Date: 2005

SoTD: ZZ Top – Antenna Head

Old Sixty One’s my number on the highway
I’m turnin’ up the V’s on the airways
I’m tuned into some bad ass transactions
It’s the only way to get my satisfaction

Yeah antenna head
Yeah antenna head

Antenna waves be burnin’ up my radio
Mister Deejay say, it’s the only way to go
Cranked up all the way, my tube is turnin’ red
Got a pocket full off cornbread, just call it…
(Antenna head)

Yeah antenna head
Yeah antenna head
Yeah yeah yeah, antenna head

Yeah antenna head
Yeah antenna head
Yeah yeah yeah, antenna head
Yeah antenna head

Artist: ZZ Top
Album: Antenna
Release Date: 1984

SoTD: Randy Travis – Before You Kill Us All

Must be doin’ something wrong baby I don’t know
But the gold fish are floating at the top of the bowl
And the dog he won’t eat he just lays around
All night long he makes a lonesome sound

I know I had it coming and its all my fault
But baby come back
Before you kill us all

The way the plants are dyin’ you’d swear its fall
Looks just like autumn up and down the hall
And I talk to ‘em baby like you s’posed to do
But they’re tired of hearing how I’m missin’ you

And I know you told me not to call
But baby come back
Before you kill us all

Well its a desperate situation
I got a strong will to survive
But if this place is any indication
I may not make it out on time

Well its an eerie feeling in the still of the night
Knowin’ that the cats down to three more lives
You’ve turned as all into nervous wrecks
We just sit around and wanderin’ who’s goin’ to be next

And I know I had it coming and its all my fault
But baby come back
Before you kill us all

Baby come back
before you kill us all

Baby come back
Baby come back
Before you kill us all

……..baby come back
……..baby come back
……..baby come back

Artist: Randy Travis
Album: This Is Me
Release Date: 1993

SoTD: AC/DC – Problem Child

My theme song…

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Cop this!

I’m hot, and when I’m not
I’m cold as ice
Get out of my way
Just Step Aside
Or pay the price

What I want, I take
What I don’t, I break
And I don’t want you
With a flick of my knife
I can change your life
There’s nothing you can do

I’m a problem child
I’m a problem child, yes I am
I’m a problem child
And I’m wild

Make my stand
No man’s land
On my own
Man in blue
It’s up to you
The seed is sown

What I want, I stash
What I don’t, I smash
And you’re on my list
Dead or alive
I got a .45
And I never miss

I’m a problem child, hey!
I’m a problem child
I’m a problem child
Just runnin’ wild

Just watch your step

Every night
Street light
I drink my booze
Some run
Some fight
But I win, they lose
What I need, I like
What I don’t, I fight
And I don’t like you
Say bye bye
While you’re still alive
Your time is through

‘Cause I’m a problem child
I’m a problem child
I’m a problem child
I’m a problem child
Problem child

I’m a problem child
Even my mother hates me
I’m a problem child
I’m a problem child

(Problem child, problem child)
(Problem child, problem child), ….
(Problem child, problem child)
(Problem child, problem child)

Problem child

I’m a problem child
Problem child
And I’m running wild
I’m a problem child

(Problem child, problem child…)

Artist: AC/DC
Album: Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap
Release Date: 1978

SoTD: Puddle Of Mudd – Psycho

Maybe I’m the one
Maybe I’m the one
Who is…
The schizophrenic psycho… yeah…

Maybe I’m the one
Maybe I’m the one
Who is…
The schizophrenic psycho…

She lays down on the fresh lawn
She can make everything magical
But she tied one on big time
And it makes me want to rewind

To back in the days when we were young
When everything was like a loaded gun
Ready to go off in any minute
And you know we’re gonna win again

Yeah you know we’re gonna win again
Yeah you know we’re gonna win again

Maybe I’m the one
Maybe I’m the one
Who is…
The schizophrenic psycho… yeah

Maybe I’m the one
Maybe I’m the one
Who is…
The paranoid flake-oh… yeah

She lays down on the sidewalk
Never very analytical
She is something simply beautiful
Reappear with youth and magical

Back in the days when we were young
When everything was like a loaded gun
Ready to go off in any minute
Yeah you know we’re gonna win again

Maybe I’m the one
Maybe I’m the one
Who is…
The schizophrenic Psycho… yeah

Maybe I’m the one
Maybe I’m the one
Who is…
The paranoid flake-oh… yeah

I’m the one
I’m the one
Who is…
The schizophrenic psycho

I’m the one
I’m the one
Who is…
The schizophrenic psycho

You’re the one
You’re the one
Who is…
The schizophrenic psycho

Back in the days when we were young
When everything was like a loaded gun
Ready to go off in any minute
And you know we’re gonna win again

Maybe I’m the one
Maybe I’m the one
Who is…
The schizophrenic psycho… yeah

Maybe I’m the one
Maybe I’m the one
Who is…
The paranoid flake-oh…

You’re the one
You’re the one
Who is…
The schizophrenic psycho

(Maybe I’m the one
Maybe I’m the one
Who is…
Who is the schizophrenic psycho)

You’re the one
You’re the one
Who is…
The schizophrenic psycho

(Maybe I’m the one
Maybe I’m the one
Who is…
Who is the schizophrenic psycho)

You’re the one,
You’re the one,
Who is the schizophrenic psycho

Artist: Puddle Of Mudd
Album: Famous
Release Date: 2007

SoTD: Was (Not Was) – Walk The Dinosaur

Boom boom acka-lacka-lacka boom!
boom boom acka-lacko boom boom!
Boom boom acka-lacka-lacka boom!
boom boom acka-lacka boom boom!

It was a night like this
forty million years ago

I lit a cigarette
picked up a monkey
start to go.
The sun was spitting fire
the sky was blue as ice

I felt a little tired so I watched “Miami Vice”.

I walked a dinosaur
I walked a dinosaur!
Open the door
get on the floor
everybody walk the dinosaur.
Open the door
get on the floor
everybody walk the dinosaur.
Open the door
get on the floor
everybody walk the dinosaur.
Open the door
get on the floor
everybody walk the dinosaur.

Boom boom acka-lacka-lacka boom!
boom boom acka-lacka boom boom!

I met you in a cave
you were painting Buffalo

I said I’d be your slave
follow wherever you go.
That night we split a rattlesnake and danced beneath the stars

You fell asleep
I stayed awake and watched the passing cars.

I walked a dinosaur
I walked a dinosaur! . . .

A shadow from the sky
much too big to be a bird

A screaming
crashing noise
louder than I’ve ever heard.
It looked like two big silver trees
that somehow learned to soar

Suddenly a summer breeze and a mighty lion’s roar.

I killed a dinosaur
I killed a dinosaur!
Open the door
get on the floor
everybody kill the dinosaur.
Open the door
get on the floor
everybody kill the dinosaur.
Open the door
get on the floor
everybody kill the dinosaur.
Open the door
get on the floor
everybody kill the dinosaur.
Open the door
get on the floor
everybody kill the dinosaur.

Boom boom acka-lacka-lacka boom!
boom boom acka-lacka boom boom!
Boom boom acko-locka-lacka boom!
boom boom acka-lacko boom boom!

Artist: Was (Not Was)
Album: What Up, Dog?
Release Date: 1988

SoTD: Roger Miller – England Swings

England swings like a pendulum do,
Bobbies on bicycles, two by two,
Westminster Abbey the tower of Big Ben,
The rosy red cheeks of the little children.

Now, if you huff and puff and you finally save enough
Money up to take your family on a trip across the sea,
Take a tip before you take your trip; let me tell you where to go,
Go to England, Oh;

Mama’s old pajamas and your papa’s mustache,
Falling out the window sill, frolic in the grass,
Tryin’ to mock the way they talk fun but all in vain,
Gaping at the dapper men with derby hats and canes.

England swings like a pendulum do,
Bobbies on bicycles, two by two,
Westminster Abbey the tower of Big Ben,
The rosy red cheeks of the little children.

England swings like a pendulum do,
Bobbies on bicycles, two by two,
Westminster Abbey the tower of Big Ben,
The rosy red cheeks of the little children.

Artist: Roger Miller
Album: Golden Hits
Release Date: 1965

SoTD: Julie Lee – King-Size Papa

I got a man that’s more than eight foot tall
Four foot shoulders and that ain’t all
King-size papa, he’s my king-size papa
I take the door off the hinges when my baby comes to call

There’s such a lot of him, the way he grew
Enough to last til 1992
King-size papa, he’s my king-size papa
He’s a real super daddy and he knows just what to do

No one can thrill me like my baby can
He’s such an extraordinary man
King-size papa, he’s my king-size papa
Never was nothin’ like him since the day the world began

When he’s around there’s not a thing I lack
When he loves me he holds nothin’ back
King-size papa, he’s my king-size papa
Everything that I need he carries in his king-size pack

They built the Boulder Dam, the Empire State
And then they made my man and is he great
King-size papa, he’s my king-size papa
He’s the one in a million who can really keep me straight

He’s got big strong arms to hold me tight
Then he squeezes me with all his might
King-size papa, he’s my king-size papa
He’s my one big moment and I’ll keep him right in sight

Artist: Julie Lee
Album: Kansas City Star
Release Date: 1944

SoTD: Robyn Hitchcock – Balloon Man

I was walking up Sixth Avenue when
Balloon Man came right up to me
He was round and fat and spherical
With the biggest grin I’d ever seen
He bounced on up toward me
But before we could be introduced
He blew up very suddenly
I guess his name was probably Bruce

And I laughed like I always do
And I cried like I cried for you
And Balloon Man blew up in my hand

He spattered me with tomatoes,
Humus, chick peas
And some strips of skin
So I made a right on 44th
And I washed my hands when I got in

And it rained like a slow divorce
And I wish I could ride a horse
And Balloon Man blew up in my hand

I was walking up Sixth Avenue when
Balloon Man blew up in my face
There were loads of them on Bryant Park
So I didn’t feel out of place
There must have been a plague of them
On the TV when I came home late
They were guzzling marshmallows and
They’re jumping off the Empire State

And I laughed like I always do
And I cried like I cried for you
And Balloon Man blew up in my hand
Balloon Man blew up in my hand

Artist: Robyn Hitchcock
Album: Globe Of Frogs
Release Date: 1988