WORDS | 57humbucker

The king of rock & roll

I bought an old guitar when I was seventeen

I leaned some power chords and kept my lyrics clean

I joined a band and put the sticker on my truck

We made a record, but Billboard said it sucked

Hey now, its been a lonely road

Hey, hey now, I bore a heavy load

Hey now, but then I found my soul

Hey, hey now, the king of rock and roll

So I got some spray on pants and grew my hair real long

Went out on drunken binges, put that in my songs

I learned to dance and added kung-fu kicks

I kissed the devil and she taught me wicked licks

I stay in hotel rooms, tear them all apart

I sober up then I sing it from the heart

I’m still the joker that I was from way back when

Gimmie a second chance I’ll do it all again

gun

I hear someone sneaking around my back porch

I can see the shadowy figures flickering their torches

Son you better wake your sister

Swear you better cut and run

I don’t want to hear no crying

Cause I’m going for the gun

I know what I told your momma right before she died

Told her that I’d changed my ways, but I guess I lied

She brought me to the side of Jesus, taught me right from wrong

But when the Lord up and took her I strayed from the light

Son you better wake your sister

Swear you better cut and run

I don’t want to hear no crying

Cause I’m going for the gun

I guess I’ll always be a sinner when it’s said and done

Yeah, I’ll always be a sinner but I’m not the only one

Son you better wake your sister

Swear you better cut and run

I don’t want to hear no crying

Cause I’m going for the gun

slo

There’s a fire on the hillside

Churning up the sky

I said you better get da peeps up

Or everybody fries

I can’t tell you, baby, which way to go

So I’m going ease the seat back and crank up the radio

Just take it real slo, take it real slo

I heard somebody crying

I heard somebody scream

Channel 5 up in dey copta

Televise the scene

I can’t tell you, baby, which way to go

So I’m going roll me a fatty and hang out the window

Just take it real slo, take it real slo

Now don’t mess with them po-po

Them boys aint here to play

Winding round Pacific Highway

We make out getaway

I can’t tell you, baby, which way to go

I’m a leaf blowing wherever the wind goes

Just take it real slo, take it real slo

going nowhere

Funny how there’s always one to save

Pound your chest and tell them all you’re brave

But I see it in your eyes

There whenever you rise

Cause I don’t know the answers

And I don’t really care

I’m packing my bag’s and I’m going nowhere

Going nowhere, going nowhere

I get so tired of being afraid

Want to pack my shit and live in a cave

But I don’t want to think of you

And all the hell that you put me through

Cause I don’t know the answers

And I don’t really care

I’m packing my bag’s and I’m going nowhere

Going nowhere, going nowhere

Maybe I’ll do better off alone

Nobody ever crushed a rolling stone

But I’m sleeping on my own

Where I lay my head, I call my home

Cause I don’t know the answers

And I don’t really care

I’m packing my bag’s and I’m going nowhere

Going nowhere, going nowhere

mission commander

Think of me as a companion

Ring me up when you’re expanding

I’m dressed up to be amusing

Look my way when I’m confusing

What do I say? What do I do

Nothing prepared me for someone like you

They made me Mission Commander

She tried out but no one could stand her

This one gets hot under the collar

Pinch him hard, then watch him holler

Cause it takes a special man, knowing his place

Straps on the oxygen, floats into space

And away we go

This time’s going to be different

The voice from home so intermittent

Hold on tight its going to get bumpy

The nerves of steel now getting jumpy

the best day

Say hello to the best day of your life

We’re so glad you came

Weather’s balmy, not a cloud up in the sky

No one’s here to blame

Never mind the future, past is down the drain

No one here will notice a single drop of rain…

Say hello to the people that you love

Take them warmly by the hand

Keep on smiling when you don’t know their names

They’ll all understand

Cry for absolution, with one eye on the door

Beg for restitution like it matters any more…

Say goodbye to the best day of your life

All good things must end

Not to worry it’ll come around again

When you go round the bend

There beneath the lamplight, climbing up the stair

Somewhere in the darkness I know that you’ll be there…

(It’s the best day that I’ve had in a while)

Hollywood boulevard shuffle

Purple alligators up and down my street

Smoke and drink and wonder who they should eat

I stand in the shadows—mind my biz

Look over my shoulder when I’m taking a whiz

A long legged gazelle springs from the grass

Knock you down with a feather when she shaking that ass

She grinds up to me—says I’ll do fine

I shake my head cause I haven’t a dime

A troop of howler monkeys stop for some pix

Find a fossil of Bogie—go clickety-click

I put my hand out as they go by

Nobody sees me cause I’m too damn high

Don’t you walk away!

incidental life

Eleanor Memorial serves the morning tea

Finds a little butter on her knee

Smiles and knows that nobody will see

She lays her hand upon the banister

And climbs upon that dim lit stair

As she’s done for two and forty years

Hooray Hoorah

Elanor Memorial finds her master dead

Winston Churchill purring on the bed

Turns around so she can scratch his head

She says there’s always so much more to do

A wonder what one might ever do

The bother of an incidental life

Hooray Hoorah

Elanor Memorial tries to understand

No one ever asked her for her hand

Or sailed her to some far enchanted land

She takes her lunch in the heart of old Torquay

Gets tippled and fumbles with the key

Of a flat the tourists let by the week

Hooray Hoorah

relax

I don’t know how the hell I got here

Everybody looks at me so queer

I don’t know about anything at all

Only that somebody has to fall

Relax, relax

Look surprised when they call your name

When any luck they’ll say the boy just went insane

Don’t imagine there are people you can please

They’ll look, they’ll smile then throw away the keys

Relax, relax

Every dog gets what he deserves

Doesn’t matter what master you serve

If I had to do it over, I’d do it again

Light a fire and invite all over my friends

Relax, relax

I don’t know how the hell I got here

Everybody looks at me so queer

I don’t know about anything at all

Only that somebody has to fall

holey

The king of rock & roll

gun

slo

going nowhere

mission commander

the best day

Hollywood boulevard shuffle

incidental life

relax