4 Out Of 5 Doctors Complete Lyrics

Selected Lyrics of 4 Out Of 5 Doctors [1977-1983]
[edited by Jon Kanis]


45 rpm (Single Bound NR8956) (03.77
)
Thank You Now
written by Cal Everett

Just today it struck me all the things you do for me
And I realized how lucky I am to have your company

Ooh you make me happy at least a thousand times a day
And that’s a million times I never took the time to say
How I feel today…

But I want to Thank You Now
Yes, I want to Thank You Now
Thank you for another day of love

Every day I spend with you is a day a dream comes true
And I guess I take for granted all the love I get from you
Oh, I’ll always love you and I’ll try to let that show
But I never really say the words that let you know
That I love you so

But I want to Thank You Now
Yes, I want to Thank You Now

Thank you for another day of love

And some night when we’re at home
And there’s no one else around
I’ll thank you all alone

When we turn the lamp lights down

Every day I spend with you is a day a dream comes true
And I guess I take for granted all the love I get from you
Oh, I’ll always love you and I’ll try to let that show
But I never really say the words that let you know
That I love you so

But I want to Thank You Now
Yes, I want to Thank You Now
Thank you for another day of love.
I want to thank you for another day of love.


4 Out Of 5 Doctors
(Nemperor NJZ 36575) (01.81)

Modern Man
written by Jeff Severson

Be a jet setter, be a space cadet
Be a Modern Man
Take the center stage in the computer age
Be a Modern Man

Fight for the future
Seize the day
Damn those torpedoes
Don’t be afraid

Time to take a stand
You’ve got to be a Modern Man

Be a jet setter, be a space cadet
Be a Modern Man
Take the center stage in the computer age
Be a Modern Man

Jump into action
Full speed ahead
Come on get with it
Or be left for dead

Time to take your stand
You’ve got to be a Modern Man

Be a jet setter, be a space cadet
Be a Modern Man
Take the center stage in the computer age

Be a Modern Man

Now here’s a note for all you kids out there
Who are hung up in the past
You can go higher
Be a licensed flyer

Be a Modern Man.

Now it’s time to fight for the future
Be a Modern Man
Fight for the future
And be a Modern Man

Be a jet setter, be a space cadet
Be a Modern Man
Take the center stage in the computer age
Be a Modern Man.


Jeff, Jeff

written by Jeff Severson

Jeff, Jeff
Say, what’s the news boy?
What you got to say for yourself?
I’ll tell you

Had a fight with my car and my girlfriend broke down
Life’s just hell, ain’t it?
We were parked on a cliff near the outskirts of town
I told her we were out of gas

Jeff, Jeff
The old out of gas trick
Use it on somebody else
Oh, I will

It’s been maximum fun since we turned seventeen
Both our folks thought we did
Even I hoped we would
‘Member we’d meet at Denny’s
For coke and ice cream
And I swore I’d never leave you
But I was young and that was then

Jeff, Jeff
Now take what you want of me
But please don’t leave me by myself
No!

In Japan there’s a screaming room
Lover’s leap, over the moon
Don’t take me out with you
Don’t take me out with you

A man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do
John Wayne Nineteen Fifty-Two
Don’t take me out with you
Don’t take me out, look out, look out

Jeff, Jeff
The car off the cliff gag
Use it on somebody else.


Waiting For A Change

written by Cal Everett

Fashion plates and running mates and people in the news
Social snipers gossip vipers keep the facts confused
Horoscopes and punks on dope and students with demands
Heads of state communicate but never reach a plan

Now you show me the man
That says he understands about everything
‘Cause issues and answers are far too advanced for me
I’m checking the files for the last time I smiled about anything
And joining a movement with hopes to improve my scene.

But now I’m waiting for the change
Oh I’ve been waiting for the change
I’ve been waiting for the change
Waiting so long.

Bedroom floggers status joggers those who exercise
Jesus vendors sex offenders kings of merchandise
Auto workers soda jerkers man out on the street
Lady killers pompous pillars of society

But you show me the man
That says he understands about everything
‘Cause issues and answers are far too advanced for me
I’m checking the files for the last time I smiled about anything
I’m joining a movement with hopes to improve my scene.

But now I’m waiting for the change
Oh I’ve been waiting for the change
I’ve been waiting for the change
Waiting so long.

‘Cause I’m tired of seeing the mediocre become the medium
And I’m tired of being treated like I was blind and deaf and dumb
And I’m tired of hearing what someone’s doing when nothing’s being done
And I’m tired of being tired and I’m not the only one
No, no, no

Prayer less preachers, thoughtless teachers fail to educate
Time commanders mind expanders still hallucinate
Politicians, expeditions to the south of France
Three-time losers trying to prove they’re worth just one more chance

But now I’m waiting for the change
Oh I’ve been waiting for the change
I’ve been waiting for the change
Waiting so long.


Elizabeth

written by Cal Everett

I’ve watched you smirk behind those Cool Rays
In your daddy’s hardware store
While my best friends rocked around
And pitched their best balls trying to score
I’ve seen grown men turn to sniveling little infants
Trying to get to first base with you

But Elizabeth you play so hard to get
Elizabeth, I breathe your name and watch the boys start to sweat
Elizabeth, don’t you think it’s time you told them?

Well you’re built like Aphrodite, physically it’s hard to tell
So unless they really know you and I mean, really know you well
They’d never guess you’ve got this friend in town called Carol
She’s so much more than just a friend

But Elizabeth you play so hard to get
Elizabeth, I breathe your name and watch the boys start to sweat
Elizabeth
Lizzy, really, it’s cruel and it’s selfish just to tease them on
It’s not your fault they’re just short change, small town ho dads and
You’re so far gone, oh no
But I’m keeping it cool now…

‘Cause I said it’s not that they’re all stupid or they’re slow at catching hints
It’s just your subtle deviation is like a capital offense
In a town that still thinks cool is something dirty
And that sex is just a temperature

‘Cause Elizabeth you play so hard to get
Elizabeth, I breathe your name and watch the girls break in sweat
Elizabeth, don’t you think it’s time you told them?
Elizabeth, don’t you think it’s time you told them?
Elizabeth, don’t you think it’s time you told them all?


Opus 10

written by George Pittaway

I can’t begin ’cause I’m so mortified
I dress you up
I can’t take you outside
It’s true I try to hide your crazy side

You trash the party I pay the tab
You wear the lampshade
I call a cab
Baby why you do those things you do?

You got to pack it up
Cool it down
Make it stop
Shut it off right now baby
Right now girl ‘fore you destroy my world

Why don’t you pack it up
Cool it down
Make it stop
Shut it off right now baby
Right now girl…yeah, yeah, yeah

You want to tie me right to a chair, don’t you?
And you want to run barefoot right through my hair
Cover me with glue
I’m stuck on you

You got to pack it up
Cool it down
Make it stop
Shut it off right now baby
Right now girl ‘fore you destroy my world

Why don’t you pack it up
Cool it down
Make it stop
Shut it off right now baby
Right now girl…

You talk to mother in your black boots
And you come down to breakfast in your rubber suit
Baby just like glue
I’m stuck on you

Why don’t you pack it up
Cool it down
Make it stop
Shut it off right now baby
Right now girl ‘fore you destroy my world

Why don’t you pack it up
Cool it down
Make it stop
Shut it off right now baby
Right now girl…yeah, yeah, yeah


I Want Her

written by Cal Everett

Satin sheets on fire, in blazing bedroom eyes
A dangerous live wire in school teacher’s disguise
A sensual explosion just waiting for a fuse
Geometry in motion and so hypotenuse

And I Want Her, God I’m so excited
And I Want Her, just physically delighted
And I Want Her, ooh and I’m not going to fight it
And I Want Her

She got the biologee-whiz boy friend you know he’s strictly inner space
He’s into bio-rhythms and the master race
I’ve watched him sit beside her you know he’s never quite tuned in
She crossed her legs much wider she knows I’d fall right in

And I Want Her, God I’m so excited
And I Want Her, just physically delighted
And I Want Her, ooh and I’m not going to fight it
And I Want Her

She’s just a little classy, just a little sassy
She puts on so nasty
Oh and I know she digs me, see the headlines on her face
Still the social stigma keeps me in my place

And I Want Her
And I Want Her
And I Want Her
And I Want Her

We have communications you know our silent repartee
She’s sitting with her G-man but she thinks of me
She sticks it in her t-shirts and she packs it in her jeans
And I’ve got some thoughts about her and none of them are clean

And I Want Her, God I’m so excited
And I Want Her, just physically delighted
And I Want Her, ooh and I’m not going to fight it
And I Want Her.


New Wave Girls

written by George Pittaway

They’re bon vivant and a kind of carnival, too
Ruby red lipstick and knives in their shoes

Tonight when the doors burst open we’re already
Painting the town with very hard working girls
Hang around and be their teddy boy
Cut your clothes into confetti

They’re bon vivants
They’re Hollywood
And they’re standing in line with a ticket in hand for you

They’re into New Wave
Girl is into New Wave
Girl is into New Wave
Girl is into New Wave

Rings on their fingers and bells on their toes
Newspaper panties and pins in their nose

Tonight on the run we clown around gypsy
Painting the town with very hard working girls
She’s around, she’s silly and tipsy
She comes alone but leaves here with me

They’re bon vivants
They’re Hollywood
And they’re standing in line with a ticket in hand for you

They’re into New Wave
Girl is into New Wave
Girl is into New Wave
Girl is into New Wave

But tonight when the doors burst open we’re already
Painting the town with every hard working girl
Hang around and be their teddy boy
Cut your clothes into confetti

They’re bon vivants
They’re Hollywood
And they’re standing in line with a ticket in hand for you

They’re into New Wave
Girl is into New Wave
Girl is into New Wave
Girl is into New Wave
.


Mr. Cool Shoes

written by Cal Everett

Well he’s the social scene promoter, got the corner on what’s hip
The Tiparillo smoker never gulps he always sips
And he can judge a fine wine just by sniffing the cork
He never has to ask which one’s the salad fork

And you think I’m jealous? Well, of course, I’m jealous
I’m fifteen shades of green
‘Cause I’ve been trying to wear those shoes of his
Since I popped my first cold beer and kissed the homecoming queen

Mr. Cool Shoes I’m young and confused
But I won’t be this way forever soon I’ll get myself together
What does it take to be someone who rates in this world?
What can you try to catch the public’s eye in this world, this world?
What can you do to be shining and blue in this world, in this world?

But I’m just a nitwit from the suburbs I ain’t got no urban class
But I see myself in your gold cuff links every time you lift your champagne glass
And I’ve seen the stare of mass production in your bestseller eyes
The visual seduction and the casual sighs

Mr. Cool Shoes I’m young and confused
But I won’t be this way forever soon I’ll get my act together
What does it take to be someone who rates in this world?
What can you try to catch the public’s eye in this world, this world?
What can you do to be shining and blue in this world, in this world?


Danger Man

written by Jeff Severson

I play lead guitar for the C.I.A.
In an underground surf band, Bombay
My Nehru coat is only a disguise
I touch the untouchables right between the eyes

I’ve got a dagger in my Earth shoes
I’m Buddha to all the gurus
I had a little girl but now she’s dead
We slept with a BURP gun in my bed

He’s a Danger Man in a foreign land for the C-I-Agency
He left a trail of blood from the Tennessee mud to the shores of Tripoli
It’s a tough guy job for bad ass Bob
I’m a Danger Man

I’ve really gone out there on the danger thing
I asked the Elephant Boy to change my strings
He won’t be hanging around Danger Man no more
The local girls are avoiding me
I rubbed one out accidentally
She won’t be hanging around Danger Man no more
Sitar!

They won’t be hanging around Danger Man no more

My replacement’s flying into town
You won’t have Danger to kick around
They’re shipping me off to Brazil
Another victim of overkill

He’s a Danger Man in a foreign land for the C-I-Agency
He left a trail of blood from the Tennessee mud to the shores of Tripoli
It’s a tough guy job for bad ass Bob
I’m a Danger Man [what is he?]
I’m a Danger Man [what is he?]
Danger Man.


Mushroom Boy

written by Jeff Severson

You say you love the light but I love the dark
And you come with all of your spunk but I’ve lost my spark
I spend my evenings at home strapped to my chair
I am the Mushroom Boy get me out of here

Those footsteps up above begin their descent
They speak their love for me want to be my friend
I know they only come down here when something needs repair
They love their Mushroom Boy get me out

Fly with me angel blue
I’m thinking of you
Fly with me angel blue
I’m thinking of you, of you

You say I’m out of control that I’ve come unhinged
But I’m out on space patrol, on a lunatic fringe
And when the men in white ask for my name
Call me the Mushroom Boy but don’t rub it in

You say the colors white but I say it’s black
And you say surrender but I say attack
I know you only come down here to see my Mushroom cloud
Mushroom Boy
Mushroom Boy
Mushroom Boy.


Not From Her World

written by Cal Everett

She’s into cold cream and I’m making bombs in my room
She’s like a prom queen and I’m the prophet of doom
I’m smuggling firearms, she’s reading Mademoiselle
Don’t drop the nerve gas that’s not perfume on that shelf

‘Cause I’m using force in effecting political change
She needs a new dress she thinks she’ll go shopping today
I’m Not From Her World.

I’ve got a radio broadcasting to the third world
She’s got a dance class tonight she’s learning to twirl
I think the phone’s tapped, I hear the cops at the door
She’s into yoga now, bent out of shape on the floor

‘Cause I think the world is a mess of corruption and vice
She thinks the world greatest shoe store is awfully nice
I’m Not From Her World.

I got my friends here and they’re on my side
We need machine guns so we take a ride
She’s at the front door with a nightgown of silk
And she tells me to bring home a gallon of milk

I hear the boots now the social war’s getting near
She’s in the mood for whatever’s in fashion this year
She says to get dressed we’re having dinner at eight
And I’ve set the time bomb so I can’t afford to be late

‘Cause I’m using force in effecting political change
She needs a new dress she thinks she’ll go shopping today
I’m Not From Her World.


Second Opinion
(Nemperor ARZ 37700) (03.82)

Good Pretender
written by George Pittaway

He works the assembly line
Been watchin’ them skirts all day
And as they pass him by
He’d like to blow ‘em away
Discard the fantasy
Slip out of it like a second skin
The bus is almost there
Honey, I’m home, let me in

You’d best believe, the man’s a real Good Pretender
His daydreams never hurt no one
It’s his only way out.

She stays at home all day
Chained to the stove with the TV on
And as the world turns
You know she’s turnin’ on
Who’s sittin’ in the secret square
She wish she was the one
She slips into the dream, and so she shall become a

Good, Good Pretender
It gets her through the day
Good, Good Pretender
Takes her all away
Good, Good Pretender
Her daydreams never hurt no one
It’s her only way out.


Dawn Patrol

written by George Pittaway and Cal Everett

Hiding by daylight
Just one more white face in the crowd
Silently tolerant
Inside I’m screaming out loud
But as it gets later, I’m no masquerader
Now I’m an invader
And I’ll fight, all night, till light

Now we’re out on Dawn Patrol
And it’s through the hours of night we’re racing
Out of control, with the hands of clocks accelerating
Dawn Patrol, now we’re up to see the wrong end of the dawn

We pass on the street, we don’t speak,
But we share the same thought
‘Cause caution’s a valuable lesson expensively taught
But when it gets dark out
That’s when we pull the cork out
Now everyone look out
‘Cause we’ll fight, all night, till light

Now we’re out on Dawn Patrol
And it’s through the hours of night we’re racing
Out of control, with the hands of clocks accelerating
Dawn Patrol, now we’re up to see the wrong end of the dawn

And there with our backs to the wall
The streets will all echo our battle call…

Now we’re out on Dawn Patrol
And it’s through the hours of night we’re racing
Out of control, with the hands of clocks accelerating
Dawn Patrol, now we’re up to see the wrong end of the dawn.


Anna With Antennae

written by Jeff Severson

On a night like this
Interplanetary kiss
Jet pack, on my back
Flying through the sky
Rendezvous
On a Saturn moon
Liquid love flowing
From her eyes

Anna With Antennae
There’s a brilliant star in the sky
Anna With Antennae
I can see it shine in your eyes
In your eyes

There’s a rocket flight
On an endless night
Jet stream, what a dream
Faster than the speed of light,
As we bathe in the glow
Coupled as though
This is the last, the last, the last goodbye

Anna With Antennae
There’s a brilliant star in the sky
Anna With Antennae
I can see it shine in your eyes
In your eyes

I see the astral plane
The stars are falling like pain
I see my birth and my death
My very last breath in your eyes

Anna With Antennae
There’s a brilliant star in the sky
Anna With Antennae
I can see it shine in your eyes
In your eyes.


Breaking Rocks

written by Cal Everett

I don’t care what they say
Let them turn me away
But I’ll come back here some day
And I’ll be on top
Let them all run me down,
Keep my back on the ground
‘Cause I’ll turn things around
And I won’t stop.

‘Cause I work so hard
I work so hard
I work so hard, I’m working hard
And life’s just like Breaking Rocks.

I’ve got a place on this globe
And it’s a hard line to tow
But I can break thru each stone wall they set up
No, they can’t hold me back
They can’t stop my attack
So, they better stand back
‘Fore I blow up.

‘Cause I work so hard
I work so hard
I work so hard, I’m working hard
And life’s just like Breaking Rocks.

I know my welfare’s not a corporate obligation
I’ll get there by myself
And I don’t need their help, sure would help.

‘Cause I work so hard
I work so hard
I work so hard, I’m working hard
And life’s just like Breaking Rocks.


Never Say Die

written by Cal Everett

Faced with the truth
That diminishing youths
Just a fact of life;
The mirror puts a man
Where your eyes want a young boy
Fearing the change
The foreseeable stranger
Now at your door;
Finds you frantically searching
Your house for more time.

Oh, Never Say Die
Oh, never ask why
Though you fight not to cry
You might lose the battle with your eyes
Never Say Die.

Firmly the fact you can never go back
Sets into your brain
The spasms of panic that you might have tapped out
Uncertainly cuts, like a knife thru your guts
Not a mortal wound
But one that could drain you of your will to go on.

Oh, Never Say Die
Oh, never ask why
Though you fight not to cry
You might lose the battle with your eyes
Never Say Die.


Waiting For Roxanne

written by Jeff Severson

I comb my hair, put on my suit
I polish up my birthday boots
The temperature is 93
You’d think she’d have the courtesy
I am not made for this kind of waiting around
She is with the business world
And she’s a pretty busy girl
Maybe she is working overtime
I don’t know.

I call for time and set the clocks
I pull the lint off all my socks
I read another magazine
I stare into the TV screen
I am a convict caught up in her weird sense of time
Maybe traffic’s all backed up
Maybe burglars have beat her up
All I know is that I’m stuck, stuck, stuck

Waiting For Roxanne, Waiting For Roxanne
I would write a book, for all the time it took
Waiting For Roxanne, Waiting For Roxanne

8:30 – I was climbin’ the walls
9:30 – She didn’t bother to call
10:30 – I was pacing the floor
11:30 – I get a knock on the door

She’s got those Bambi eyes
Making me butter inside
She tells me sit down, relax
She’s got to go and change her slacks
All I know is that I’m back, back, back

Waiting For Roxanne, Waiting For Roxanne
There is no measurement for all the time I’ve spent
Waiting For Roxanne, Waiting For Roxanne
She is not always on time
A stronger man might lose his mind
Waiting For Roxanne, Waiting For Roxanne
Waiting For Roxanne, Waiting For Roxanne
She’d better show up…


Lonely Ones

written by Cal Everett

Trapped by the boundaries of social acceptance
Driven by loneliness
All of us searching for real love – trying to feel love
Confused by this world with its rules and restrictions
Lovers hurt lovers, living contradictions to real love
They seldom feel love,
But they know on a lonely night nothing is colder
They all want the wisdom that comes when you’re older
Wait for a hand on their shoulder of someone who cares

I’m gonna forward my three wishes to the Lonely Ones
I’m gonna forward my three wishes to the Lonely Ones
Oh, oh, oh –

Memories are highlights you clip from the big reel
Re-runs of happiness, scenes out of context
Not real love – you have to feel love
Freezing the frames in a moment of pleasure
Soft-focus feelings, the heart always treasures a
Real love – stronger than steel love

So in desperate attempts to escape who they are
They will frequent the night spots, in search of an angel
Prey in the dark for the moment, they won’t be alone

I’m gonna forward my three wishes to the Lonely Ones
I’m gonna forward my three wishes to the Lonely Ones.
Oh, oh, oh –

Here and waiting, holding for a heart that’s true
Here and waiting, for someone who will talk to you
Someone who will walk with you

I’m gonna forward my three wishes to the Lonely Ones
I’m gonna forward my three wishes to the Lonely Ones.
Oh, oh, oh –


Heart On A Chain

written by Jeff Severson

You say that’s all there is, but that ain’t enough
You pour your feelings from a measuring cup
I thought it was me but I was mixed up
And you don’t know what I’m talkin’ about
It took me so long to figure it out
What about those other boys, the ones that you’ve been through
I did detective work, they put the blame on you

Got your Heart On A Chain
Got your Heart On A Chain
Got your Heart On A Chain
Got your Heart On A Chain

And I give up, trying to make some sense of it
And I give up, there’s nothin’ I can show for it
It’s you, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

You try to change but it’s all in vain
You write a letter but you can’t break the chain
Nothin’ ventured baby, nothin’ is gained
You must be saving it for somebody else
But you can’t give your love to save yourself
You live on borrowed time, you write an IOU
Just like a boomerang, it all comes back to you

Got your Heart On A Chain
Got your Heart On A Chain
Got your Heart On A Chain
Got your Heart On A Chain

And I give up, trying to make some sense of it
And I give up, there’s nothin’ I can show for it
It’s you, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

So right it’s so wrong
He’s a yo-yo string him along
It’s a safe bet, it’s a sure thing
Twirls him around like a ball on a string
It’s a cheap thrill, it’s a slick sensation
Will he come to the realization
She’s using him for a personal gain
Try though she will, but she can’t break the chain.


Call Me At Home

written by Cal Everett

Your phone plugs into wall,
Wall plug leads to outside line
Line finds way to me, home
Ring brings mind to telephone
Your voice into talkpiece
Techno-magically you’re in my ear
I hear you clear

I love when you call me, when you love call me
Send me the fever, turn the receiver on
Call Me At Home

Memorize my sequence
Touch tone patterns hypnotize
Private passions whispered
Circuit through public switchboards
Your voice thru my earpiece
My eyes closed dreaming, feels just like you’re here
You sound so near

I love when you call me, when you love call me
Send me the fever, turn the receiver on…

Cry to me, lie to me, lay open wide to me
Secrets you can’t leave alone
Call Me At Home, Call Me At Home,
Never think thoughts too strange for me
Keep your pockets full of change for me

‘Cause your voice thru my earpiece
My eyes closed, dreaming, feels just like you’re here,
You sound so near
I love when you call me, when you love call me
Send me the fever, turn the receiver on
Call Me At Home.


Young World

written by Cal Everett

Young girls, use makeup for maturity
Want boyfriends for security
Confused by the uncertainty of their Young World
Young boys use cars for masculinity
Seek attention for identity
Get a sense of immortality in their Young World
Young girls, the telephone sorority
Exchanging trivialities
Intrigued by sexuality in their Young World
Young boys, use a backseat for a proving ground
And the locker rooms to pass around
All the words, the feels, the sightsThe sounds of their Young World
In their Young World
‘Cause young boys need young girls, in this Young World
And young hearts seek young love in this Young World

Feeling the drive, but they don’t understand
They’ve got the supply, but they fear the demand
They wonder what they should do
There’s so many points of view –

Young girls, seek meaningful relationships
Equate boys with bulges and biceps
Make the great leap with one small step in their Young World
Young boys, all growing pains and chrome exhaust
Keep dropping names and showing off
Won’t miss the innocence they’ve lost in their Young World
In their Young World
‘Cause young boys need young girls, in this Young World
And young hearts seek young love in this Young World.


Post Op
[songs from 1977-1983; released 07.09]

Radioactive Bugs From Hell
written by Jeff Severson

Calling on the monitor
Calling on the monitor
Can’t you hear the monitor?
They’re crawling on the monitor

When the Bugs From Hell plant eggs in your brain
Set in rigor mortis no one shall remain
When the Bugs From Hell plant eggs in your brain
Set in rigor mortis here they come again

Oh the Bugs From Hell are coming, coming
Shine little glowworm Glimmer! Glimmer!
So attractive, Radioactive
Shine little glowworm Glimmer! Glimmer!

Calling on the monitor
Calling on the monitor
Can’t you hear the monitor?
They’re crawling on the monitor

When the Bugs From Hell plant eggs in your brain
Set in rigor mortis no one will remain
When the Bugs From Hell plant eggs in your brain
Set in rigor mortis here they come again

Oh the Bugs From Hell are coming, coming
Shine little glowworm Glimmer! Glimmer!
So attractive, Radioactive
Shine little glowworm Glimmer! Glimmer!


I Like You

written by Cal Everett

I’ve had a glimpse of living in the higher echelon
I’ve seen the walking wounds of wealth the scars are never gone
My blood runs thick from boredom I’ve been poisoned by spare time
And idle threats of ideal deaths are never far from mine
But I know that I Like You, I Like You ‘cause you like me
I think I know that I Like You, I Like You ‘cause you like me

I’ve seen the degradation on the Lower Eastern side
I’ve heard the scrounging scoundrels scream that justice must be blind
But still my heart can’t seem to pity, my mind can’t bear the weight
But there are those whom good fortune will serve and those who got to wait
But I know that I Like You, I Like You ‘cause you like me
I think I know that I Like You, I Like You ‘cause you like me yeah

I might get mugged tonight by them – the other guys
Those people who aren’t me or you, those strange and twisted spies
I might be a victim needing assistance pistol-whipped and bleeding
Hemorrhaging – but still thinking of you – just you, just you, just you – hey

But I know that I Like You, I Like You ‘cause you like me
I think I know that I Like You, I Like You ‘cause you like me
I think I know that I Like You, I Like You ‘cause you like me
Like me, like me, like me.


Plastic Fad

written by George Pittaway

I’ll follow anyone who is a trendsetter
Contented consumer in a plastic age
I’ve got to have more and more and bigger and better
What’s here today is tomorrow’s rage
I tell you I dig that plastic craze

It’s just a Plastic Fad
It’s just a Plastic Fad
Dig that Plastic Fad
It’s just a Plastic Fad

I am a patron of inflatable lovers
Can’t imagine living here without my toys
I protect my sofa with the neoprene cover
Color my world with artificial noise
I tell you I’m just a plastic boy

I’m just a plastic boy
I’m just a plastic boy
Dig that plastic boy
Plastic boy

I always had the hula-hoop, the Frisbee and the yo-yo
Now I got them clear, see-through plastic pants on
Me and my friends we hit the rubber disco
And cool out that floor with elastic dance
I tell you I’m just a plastic dad

I’m just a plastic dad
I’m just a plastic dad
Dig that plastic dad
It’s just a Plastic Fad.


Baby Baby Goes Bye-Bye

written by Jeff Severson

He’s a Renaissance man and he’s always in style
He knows the thirteen places that can drive a woman wild
He’s cultured in the classics, he’s every woman’s dream
He owns a herd of horses and he makes his own ice cream

What am I chopped liver?
She calls, I deliver
I thought I was her lover
But she got, got another

He plays guitar so sensitive
I can be sensitive
He touches her so tenderly
I can be tenderly

I-I-I-I
Cry cry kiss my B-A-B-Y bye-bye
Walk and woe is me my baby’s telling me

Baby baby go bye-bye bye-bye
Baby baby go bye-bye bye-bye
Baby baby go bye-bye bye-bye
Baby baby go bye-bye bye-bye

Me I am the casual type a bit uncivilized
It’s hard to love a man who’s mind is bent and paralyzed
I carry in the groceries, she loves it when I clown
I take down all her messages, I always write them down

Who am I? Sid Vicious
I do the dishes
I pet the poodle
I strain her noodles

He plays guitar so sensitive
I can be sensitive
He touches her so tenderly
I can be tenderly

I-I-I-I
Cry cry kiss my B-A-B-Y bye-bye
Walk and woe is me my baby’s telling me

Baby baby go bye bye bye bye
Baby baby go bye bye bye bye
Baby baby go bye bye bye bye
Baby baby go bye bye bye bye.


Malpractice Suite
a) Hypochondriac b) Silent Treatment c) Bad Attitude

written by Jeff Severson

a) Hypochondriac

Oh, her liver’s shot and she’s got a weak bladder
And her heart-bitty bop-bop, what is the matter
She’s a Hypochondriac
She’s got menopause and a middle-age crisis
And a medicine chest overflowing with vices
She’s a Hypochondriac

She’s got every disease there ever was
A few that she’s invented ‘cause she likes to see the doctor
She likes to see the doctor
She’s twirling in the doctor’s chair
In her Penny’s underwear
The doctor comes, the cure at last
She’s a hyperactive housewife and a Hypochondriac.

b) Silent Treatment

She’s not talking to me
And so I won’t talk back
Every once in a while
She goes into her act
Now was it something I said
Or something I’ve done
Now baby I surrender

For no particular reason
I’ve been convicted of treason
She’s giving me the Silent Treatment

The Silent Treatment
The Silent Treatment
There’s a kind of hush all over the world
When you get beat up by your girl
With the Silent Treatment
The Silent Treatment
The Silent Treatment

c) Bad Attitude

I’ve got a Bad Attitude so what’s it to you?
And all the teachers said at school he’s got a bad, Bad Attitude
There’s something in the back of my mind
Makes me do bad all the time
I’ve got a Bad Attitude, a bad, Bad Attitude

And all the teachers said at school he’s got a bad, Bad Attitude
You might be a millionaire, you don’t like me but I don’t care
I’ve got a Bad Attitude, a bad, Bad Attitude
I’ve got a Bad Attitude so what’s it to you?


Sleepy Time

written by Jeff Severson

We’re tired and we’re cranky, we want to go to bed
We’re trying to find our blanky, pull it over our head
We haven’t had our supper, we’re an awful mess
We’re fighting for the upper, funky-bunky bed

‘Cause that’s the time we love the best
Yes that’s the time we love the best
It’s sleepy, Sleepy Time
Sleepy, Sleepy Time
Sleepy T-I-M-E Time

I dreamed I had a pony, Stinky was his name
We rode to Minnesotee, Yippie-Ki-Yi-Yippie-Yi-Yeah
We shot the buffaloee, skinned it with our knives
The snow began to blowee so we crawled inside

‘Cause that’s the time we froze to death
Yes that’s the time we froze to death
It’s sleepy, Sleepy Time
Sleepy, Sleepy Time
Sleepy T-I-M-E Time, time

The lions will stampede, the butterflies will fly
I’m so cold but I’m too young to die
The coyote’s at my feet, the angel’s in the sky
My life just passed before my eyes – goodbye – goodbye – goodbye.

I hear the whirly birdies flying overhead
They’re coming down to save me
I thought that I was dead

‘Cause that’s the time I love the best
Yes that’s the time I love the best
It’s sleepy, Sleepy Time
Sleepy, Sleepy Time
Sleepy T-I-M-E Time, time, time, time…


In The Middle Of The Night

written by Cal Everett

In The Middle Of The Night
The distant moan outside the window
Might be a cat, may be the wind
The man outside externalizing the cries of the man within
In The Middle Of The Night

In The Middle Of The Night
Crouched in the dark things even darker
Say that they’re shadows pray you’re right
Practical mind rationalizing what hides just beyond the light
In The Middle Of The Night

In the middle, in the middle, In The Middle Of The Night
In the middle, in the middle, In The Middle Of The Night

In The Middle Of The Night
Turn to explore who lays beside you
It’s only the sheets under your hands
Just a mirage epitomizing the needs of the lonely man
In The Middle Of The Night

In the middle, in the middle, In The Middle Of The Night
In the middle, in the middle, In The Middle Of The Night.


Girl With Smarts

written by Cal Everett

You know I’d really love to share your ideas
Hear about your life’s ambitions, but first let’s go and make out
Yes I’d like to massage your mind, I’m working out on cauliflower
Very little difference I doubt

So you joined in the worker’s party politics can be so erotic
Even little commies make time
Love to go and burn swastikas but I’ve got a sinus headache
Pick you up for sex around nine

Indisputable I’m unglued for a Girl With Smarts
[Give me a] Girl With Smarts
[I want a] Girl With Smarts
[Give me a] Girl With Smarts
Think! Think! Think! Think!

Tell me about the woman’s movement
I relate I’m sympathetic; my folks always wanted a girl
Let’s go to the drive-in they’ve got a festival of Werthmuller films
In the back seat it’s so surreal

I was drawn by your mental prowess really dig your facts and figures
Let’s see what’s under your shirt
I respect your calculations, what a set of frontal lobes
Flattery for what it is worth

Indisputable I’m unglued for a Girl With Smarts
[Give me a] Girl With Smarts
[I want a] Girl With Smarts
[Give me a] Girl With Smarts

Now I don’t care who’s on top
Who’s on first
Who’s next
Who’s Who
Or who you really are…

And I don’t want girls with looks
Girls with books are go!
What I want is a girl who thinks
She’s got a mind – a Girl With Smarts

Think! Think! Think! Think!
Think! Think! Think! Think!
Think! Think! Think! Think!

Maybe we should get together, have a cup of real espresso
And discuss your graduate work
You can do your thesis paper, I could run my hands through your flesh
If you never tried it can’t hurt

Is there really life after death, are there really black holes in space
Will the answers help us in bed?
We can have a real communion, a physical and mental union
And we’ll both be getting ahead

Indisputable I’m unglued for a Girl With Smarts
[Give me a] Girl With Smarts
[I want a] Girl With Smarts
[Give me a] Girl With Smarts.


Empty Life

written by Cal Everett

China on the table, crystal on the shelf
A Sterling silver cable that I keep plugged into myself
And I get all I want and I get all that I need
Still it’s an Empty Life
I sit on top of the world
But if I can’t get the girl
Then it’s an Empty Life
Yes, it’s an Empty Life
Yes, it’s an empty, an empty, an Empty Life – yeah!

On top of every guest list, the toast of every town
A friend to all the best dressed when blue chips are down
And I got all I want and I got all that I need
Still it’s an Empty Life
Yes, I’ll sit on top of the world
But if I can’t get the girl
Then it’s an Empty Life
Yes, it’s an Empty Life
Yes, it’s an empty, an empty, an Empty Life – yeah!

And I get all that I want and I get all that I need
But it’s an Empty Life
I sit on top of the world
But if I can’t get the girl
Then it’s an Empty Life
Yes, it’s an Empty Life
Yes, it’s an Empty Life
Yes, it’s an Empty Life.


Hard Act To Follow

written by Cal Everett

Hellishly sunlight barged through the window
And it jumped on the mats in her hair
Clumsily she knocks the flask off the nightstand
And claws at the cigarettes there

He gets up real fast don’t look back to see her
Just grins at the creep in the mirror
He don’t say nothing and she don’t say nothing
Into the morning they both disappear

It’s a Hard Act, a Hard Act To Follow
It’s a Hard Act, a Hard Act To Follow

They met in a bad lounge through the magic of dim lights
They were drawn to each other’s despair
And after a few drinks they had so much in common
When, in fact, neither one of them cared

She checks her watch and he pulls out his billfold
And she’s glad that he picked up his cue
The facade will continue through dull conversation
Till the motor lodge pops into view

It’s a Hard Act, a Hard Act To Follow
It’s a Hard Act, a Hard Act To Follow

No conscience, no regrets and no strings to tie them down
No guilt and no promises no one will hang around

Skeletons piled up like years in their closets
The cheap nights that left their remains
Old faceless conquests that peered through the neon
There’s no need to remember their names

Fragments of feelings that bounced off their thick skin
No love and no pain
It goes on to the vultures, pick their bones in the hot Sun
It goes on till it drives them insane

It’s a Hard Act, a Hard Act to follow
It’s a Hard Act, a Hard Act to follow
Yes, it’s a cup of mud to swallow.


The Big Hurt

written by Jeff Severson

Do you remember, do you remember the way that it was?
And all of the best-laid plans somehow turned into dust
It’s all right – so long – some things were not meant to be
I was in Dallas and you were up north when the call came down
How could I be your lover when you’re never around?
It’s all right – so long – some things were not meant to be

Darling you lied when you told me that I was the only one
So come back and see what a shell of a man I have become
‘Cause this is The Big Hurt

She wants a beach boy, I’d be your beach boy
I’d kill for the girl
If she wants Regatta – I’ll sail Regatta
AA round the world

It’s all right – so long – some things were not meant to be
Darling you lied when you told me that I was the only one
So come back and see what a shell of a man I have become
‘Cause this is The Big Hurt

Have to talk about problems
Yes, I’ve got a few
But how can I be the fool you’re making me out to be
I might be losing you, but you’re losing me

Darling you lied when you told me that I was the only one
So come back and see what a shell of a man I have become
‘Cause this is The Big Hurt.


Communication

written by Cal Everett

Idle chat – chew the fat – through the hat – Communication
Shoot the breeze – repartee – colloquy – Communication
It’s coming over the phone, it’s going out in the mail
Beat a skull with a bone – rub Braille baby
That’s how you do it
Yes, that’s how you do it

I’m talking right at you [I am talking right at you]
So why can’t I ever get through [can’t you hear me?]
My lips are moving [can’t you hear me?]
Baby we’re talking talk, the words are just dialogue
And there’s no Communication…

Conference — arguments – settlements – Communication
Insinuate – litigate – demonstrate – Communication
From satellites up in space to wires under the ground
A million years since the apes’ first sounds
Baby still we ain’t got it
No, we ain’t got it

I’m talking right at you [I am talking right at you]
So why can’t I ever get through [can’t you hear me?]
My lips are moving [can’t you hear me?]
Baby we’re talking talk, the words are just dialogue
And there’s no Communication…


I’ll Never Go To Africa

written by Cal Everett

The child wanted to go there, the teenager did too
Both ages believed dreams were scenes that one day would come true
But the man now knows much better he’s completely synchronized
With the world design that beats it’s time out right between his eyes

I’ll Never Go To Africa to the jungles or the sands
‘Cause I’m dug in way too deep I’ll kick the grizzly in my sleep
Convince the neighbors I’m a happy man
But I’ll Never Go To Africa

Now the youth became distracted well in truth he fell in love
With the girl who shared his world and never saw what he gave up
Now the dust grows on the volumes of Burroughs on the shelf
In the family room the paneled tomb he built all by himself

But I’ll Never Go To Africa trap the tiger gag the snake
‘Cause I’ll wrap myself in bills at times the only thing I’ll kill
I’ll plan vacations that I’ll never take
But I’ll Never Go To Africa

It’s not like on the TV, it’s not a bit like TV
And no one ever told me and now I’m so confused
The child wanted to go there, the teenager did too
A man stands pulling heartaches where the dreams should have come through

Oh I’ll Never Go To Africa that’s a truth I understand
‘Cause I’ll lay here with my wife and we’ll perpetuate this life
And someday when our boy is a young man
I’ll help him go to Africa
I’ll help him go to Africa
I’ll help him go to Africa.


Help Is On The Way

written by Cal Everett

Out of the gold back yard and onto the street
You jump from parental arms down onto soft feet
Through a world hot, loud and crowded
True hearts are shouting Help Is On The Way

Help Is On The Way
Yeah, Help Is On The Way
Help Is On The Way

Financial storms sent in through mailbox clouds
You pray that a rainbow ends on top of your house
Though pots of gold aren’t pragmatic
You go check the attic cause Help Is On The Way

Help Is On The Way
Yeah, Help Is On The Way
Help Is On The Way

Life with the lost is it ever worth what it cost
Sometimes you break, certain that there must be a mistake
One day you just got to let them know how you feel
Do you know? Is it real when you tell the world about it?
Yeah…

And though you worry about it
Your heart is shouting Help Is On The Way.


Twistin’ In Leningrad

written by Jeff Severson

Can you hear the wind yes it will not blow
And the warmth of the sun will not melt the snow
Oh, the waterfall will not reach the sea
And the silver wolf cries out endlessly
For his one true love trapped in steel

Can you feel the ice flowing through my veins
And the scavengers fight for all the remains
Oh the winds of fate have cast a cruel blow
And left me here in this ice and snow
I live in exile now trapped in steel

And I’ll never go back to the party lights or the Volga Shore
Or taste the caviar or the French wine anymore
I’m a little too much of a fighting man to let it go
Down in Leningrad – they do The Twist

I said go ahead – save yourself – I’ll be all right
And I hear the knock of the boots on the door in the middle of the night
Now I’m up here in the cutting room trying to set it right
Down in Leningrad – they do The Twist

Now the socialites and the silver skates
For the kings and queens does a figure eight
In his dressing room haunts a memory
For his one true love cries out endlessly
I live in exile now trapped in steel

And I’ll never go back to the party lights or the Volga Shore
Or taste the caviar or the French wine anymore
I’m a little too much of a fighting man to let it go
Down in Leningrad – they do The Twist

I said go ahead – save yourself – I’ll be all right
And I hear the knock of the boots on the door in the middle of the night
Now I’m up here in the cutting room trying to set it right
Down in Leningrad – they do The Twist
Down in Leningrad – they do The Twist
Down in Leningrad and it goes like this…


Weight Of The World

written by Jeff Severson

Wind and water, ice and snow
Keep your fire burning low
Let it be on his head
He gives you up for dead

Hunger strikes the old and young
So soothe them with a silver tongue
Only a heart so cold
Bought and sold

He acts so devil-may-care
It’s a cross that he must bare

Carry the Weight Of The World
Carry the Weight Of The World
Carry the Weight of it All
The Power and The Glory

You’ve got nothing left to lose
So put on your believing shoes
We followed you to the end
Suckered in again

You got problems he got his
Sorry that’s the way it is
And when it all comes down
Who will be around?

So, the meek will inherit the Earth
But they better get to work!

Carry the Weight Of The World
Carry the Weight Of The World
Carry the Weight of it All
The Power and The Glory.


Bring Back The Fire

written by George Pittaway

Last night I woke up screaming having an emergency
And in my sweat I was dreaming she came to grips with me
Now I feel the walls closing in now, the room is going cold
Just return the spark now, give me the glow

Bring Back The Fire
Bring Back The Fire
Bring back the love I used to know

Now look for better and higher I know it’s a lonely quest
She was my white hot flyer, she was the best
She’s the hot receiver she is the keeper of the flame
And I can’t forget the fever – my blood boils again

Bring Back The Fire
Bring Back The Fire
Bring back the love I used to know.


Echo

written by Jeff Severson

Talk to me now
Break the silence, ricochet
I see my love
And I want to hear it

Echo, Echo, Echo – keep talking to me
Echo, Echo, Echo – keep talking back
Echo, Echo, Echo…

Speak your mind
Run it by me just one more time
I want to feel it all alone

Echo, Echo, Echo – keep talking to me
Echo, Echo, Echo – keep talking back
Echo, Echo, Echo – I want to hear it from you
Echo, Echo, Echo – that’s all I want to hear
Echo, Echo, Echo – you talk back to your baby
Echo, Echo, Echo – I want to hear it from you
Echo, Echo, Echo – I want to know that it’s true…

You leave me up in the air [don’t let me down]
You left me hanging up there [please come around]
You’ve got me strung out in time
A split second for your return – Echo, Echo, Echo…
Echo, Echo, Echo – you got me wondering why
What’s this about?
You got to give it a try [leave me no doubt]
You got to hold up your end
Your silence is my concern – Echo, Echo, Echo…

Echo, Echo, Echo – that’s all I want to hear
Echo, Echo, Echo – you talk back to your baby
Echo, Echo, Echo – I want to hear it from you
Echo, Echo, Echo – I want to know that it’s true…


Venus Motel

written by Jeff Severson

I spent a dime out on the rock
I got this hunger that just won’t stop
I’d like a blonde, a nice brunette

Not too tall and not too heavy set
You’re the only one in town
I call you up you come around

Motel – living hell – come to Venus
Pump the fire walk the wire
Stand between us

Rock and roll me till I’m raw
One two three – ménage à trois
Motel – living hell – come to Venus
Come to Venus – come to Venus

I did my stretch [love is precious]
I did my time [love’s infectious]
I paid society [love is just letting go]
Now I’m back on the line

So send me twins [love is haunting]
Don’t break the set [love is wanting]
I’m a Romeo from Joliet [only love makes you whole]
We all want a new love
One that is a cut above

Motel – living hell – come to Venus
Pump the fire walk the wire
Stand between us

Rock and roll me till I’m raw
One two three – ménage à trois
Motel – living hell – come to Venus
Come to Venus – come to Venus


Daddy Drives A UFO

written by George Pittaway

Recently sighted by the Muslims in Pakistan
Moments later by the Christians in Spain
Incomprehensible to Buddhists and businessmen
The cosmic cola it runs through his veins

In my hometown hemisphere
When the night is clear
See his flaming re-entry of atmosphere
It’s widely known daddy built Stonehenge

Daddy Drives A UFO
Daddy Drives A UFO
Daddy Drives A UFO
Daddy Drives A UFO

Machu Picchu he built in a single day
From the heavens comes a good friend of man
Defoliation of the jungle is under way
Building a place for a space man to land

On his next Earthly pass
He’ll return at last
To my sky of liquid and my sea of gas
He’s coming down to take me out of here

Daddy Drives A UFO
Daddy Drives A UFO
Daddy Drives A UFO
Daddy Drives A UFO

Daddy don’t you drive so fast…


Coliseum Rock

written by Jeff Severson

Got no time for sensitivity
Got no time for cheap philosophy
And I’m so mad, I’m mad about it
Just can’t seem to live without it

Now I can’t see the lights are far too bright
I can’t feel so I must be all right
And I’m in a crunch I’m in the crowd
It must be love when you turn it up loud

C-O-L-I-S-E-U-M – Rock! Rock! Rock! Rock!
C-O-L-I-S-E-U-M – Rock! Rock! Rock! Rock!
I want to sing you a love song
With twenty-five thousand people singing along
C-O-L-I-S-E-U-M – Rock! Rock! Rock! Rock!

Now whip me with a thousand decibels
Mass IQs a crowd of vegetables
And I’m love with you – why, why?
Beats a sharp stick in the eye

C-O-L-I-S-E-U-M – Rock! Rock! Rock! Rock!
C-O-L-I-S-E-U-M – Rock! Rock! Rock! Rock!
I want to sing you a love song
With twenty-five thousand people singing along
C-O-L-I-S-E-U-M – Rock! Rock! Rock! Rock!

Do you want to see blood? Do you want to see blood?
Do you want to see blood? Do you want to see blood?
I beat my banjo in the dirt
Sweat the buttons right off of my shirt – yeah, yeah, yeah!

I want to sing you a love song
With twenty-five thousand people singing along
C-O-L-I-S-E-U-M – Rock! Rock! Rock! Rock!
C-O-L-I-S-E-U-M – Rock! Rock! Rock! Rock!
C-O-L-I-S-E-U-M – Rock! Rock! Rock! Rock!


and here’s what is known to be still
in the vault…

Off The Radar [tracks from 1977-1983]

Boys Night Out
written by Jeff Severson

Seth and Ronnie won’t finish their supper
And they bolt from the table and they don’t kiss mother on
Boys Night Out, Boys Night Out
They fight for a seat on the ‘57
With the fake IDs and the 7-Eleven on
Boys Night Out, Boys Night Out

There’s a riot on the streets tonight
Packing the heat and picking up fights
Young boys, make noise — break glass, kick ass
The smell of young blood in the air
Boys come a-gunnin’ for it everywhere

Now black jack give you that new education
It’s a harmless form of recreation on
Boys Night Out, Boys Night Out
Policeman said he’d be there on the double
But he’s smart enough to stay out of the trouble on
Boys Night Out, Boys Night Out

Fire, fire what’s that smell?
You torch a wino and you run like hell
Young boys, make noise — break glass, kick ass
Father Donnegan makes some peace
He crawls home naked on his knees

I’m feeling my Cheerios tonight
Cross over the line and go cruising for a fight
Cross over the line and go cruising for it
Cross over, cross over – Rumble! Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

Well, they never reopened that worthless pit
They just stuck a little sign on the top of it
They never reopened that worthless street
They just stuck a little sign in the cold concrete
They never reopened that battle zone
They just carved these words in an old tombstone
Boys Night Out, Boys Night Out
Young boys, make noise – break glass, kick ass…


Don’t Wake My Dreaming Girl

written by George Pittaway

Watching as my sleeping lover
Drifts away she shall pass over now – over now
Undiscovered Isle of Night she’ll find a way by candlelight
To dreamland, to never, never land

So Don’t Wake My Dreaming Girl
Just keep your voices down low
Fingers of dreams will find her in blue melodies
Keeping her from the storm

She is lost to space and time
She calls out a name
And it’s always mine
In dreamland, in never, never land

She is on a diamond flight
Where birds on her fingers, shall alight
In dreamland tonight

So don’t Wake My Dreaming Girl
Just keep your voices down low
Fingers of dreams will find her in new melodies
Keeping her from the storm

So it’s all up to you now
She’s sleeping so don’t make a sound
She is soaring high above the clouds
Don’t wake her now
Just let her fly through silvery skies escape
Just leave her in limbo she’s flying away – away – away.


Get To You

written by George Pittaway

I want to make one thing crystal clear I’ve been following you
‘Cause out of earshot and out of sight I lewdly grin and leer
‘Cause I’ve watched your every movement
I’ve got to come to grips with you

Gotta Get To You
Gotta Get To You
Baby I’ll Get To You
You know I’ll Get To You
You know I’ll Get To You

Awakened in the salt and sweat of imaginary love
Envision you and your honey fire, I’ve got to have the stuff
I’ll meet you in your secret garden
And it won’t take long till you know why

Gotta Get To You
Gotta Get To You
Baby I’ll Get To You
You know I’ll Get To You
You know I’ll Get To You

I’ve seen the lowlifes watching you feeling you with their eyes
They want to make you hostage to your animal design
I’ve watched your every movement
And I’ve got to come to grips with you

Gotta Get To You
Gotta Get To You
Baby I’ll Get To You
You know I’ll Get To You.


Get With The ’80s

written by Jeff Severson

Seniors stink of alcohol
Tear the streamers from the wall
This is the last dance of the year – yeah, yeah
When summer comes they’ll disappear – yeah, yeah

Let’s drink a glass of wine to the class of ‘79
They’re gonna Get With The ’80s
And this may be the last day of the rest of your lives
You’ve got to Get With The ’80s
And have a nice day while they’re dragging you away
‘Cause they can take away your life
But they can’t make you go to high school anymore

All this is waiting just for me
Land of the brave, land of the free
When New York becomes L.A. – yeah, yeah
Send me to the Milky Way – yeah, yeah

The ‘60s were so furry and the ‘70s were so blurry
So let’s Get With The ’80s
This may be the last day for the rest of your lives
You’ve got to Get With The ’80s
And have a nice day while they’re hauling you away
‘Cause they can take away your life
But they can’t make you go to high school anymore

In the shadows of the software machines
Well I call your name – Kathleen
One more kiss before the system explodes
This is the last dance of the year – yeah, yeah
When summer comes they’ll disappear – yeah, yeah

The ‘60s were so furry and the ‘70s were so blurry
So let’s Get With The ’80s
This may be the last day for the rest of your lives
You’ve got to Get With The ’80s
And have a nice day while they’re hauling you away
You’re gonna Get With The ’80s
This may be the last day for the rest of your lives
You’ve got to Get With The ’80s
And have a nice day while they’re hauling you away
‘Cause they can take away your life
But they can’t make you go to high school anymore
‘Cause they can take away your life
But they can’t make you go to high school anymore
Yes they can take away your life
But they can’t make you go to high school anymore.


Hands Off

written by Jeff Severson

No one touches my baby girl
I’ve been warning you, warning you
You better keep your Hands Off
Keep your Hands Off

Get this straight or make friends with pain
She’s my personal, personal, personal property – property
You’re a liar – I telephone
Call up my baby there’s nobody home
I go crazy, go round and round
I find my woman I hunt her down

Back in baby’s arms again
I’m back in baby’s arms again
Keep your Hands Off my baby
Hands Off my baby
Hands Off please

She don’t like you she told me a long time ago
Now what do I got to do to get through to you
She’s my girl
She’s my girl!

So get this straight or make friends with pain
She’s my personal, personal, personal property – property
You’re a liar – I telephone
Call up my baby there’s nobody home
I go crazy – go round and round
I find you with her I’ll shoot you down

Back in baby’s arms again
I’m back in baby’s arms again
Keep your Hands Off my baby
Hands Off my baby
Back in baby’s arms again
Back in baby’s arms again
Keep your Hands Off my baby
Hands Off my baby
Hands Off please.


Living In Limbo

written by Jeff Severson

You say that it’s bad, but you know it’s not bad cause it’s good
You say that you do but you don’t and you won’t but you should
You say that you dig me you don’t dig me I dig you
You say you forgive me but there’s always a Catch-22

But one of these days you’re gonna make up your mind
And I’m Living In Limbo waiting for you to decide
We’ve gone too far to let it ride
Now I’m Living In Limbo – baby please make up your mind

You put me on hold when I’m out in a cold phone booth
You want your cake but you can’t even fake a sweet tooth
You get me high then you say you cannot connect
You’ll pay for it all but whenever you call it’s collect

But one of these days you’re gonna make up your mind
‘Cause I’m Living In Limbo waiting for you to decide
We’ve gone too far to let it ride
Now I’m Living In Limbo – baby please make up your mind

Down, down, down you’re turning me upside down
You’re burning me – I’m a fool – just for you
‘Cause everyday I try to make you up your mind
I’m a fool – just for you – and I’m Living In Limbo…

But one of these days you’re gonna make up your mind
And I’m Living In Limbo waiting for you to decide
We’ve gone too far to let it ride
Now I’m Living In Limbo – baby please make up your mind.


Mata Hari’s Birthday

written by George Pittaway

Please don’t get in my way it’s Mata Hari’s Birthday
And I have my respects to Mata Hari
Lucky Bongo Chemin de Fer
Ain’t we having fun on Mata Hari Day

I invite you to stay on Mata Hari’s Birthday
On Muhamaba Bay Mata Hari
Don we now our gown of feathers
We split the coconut together on Mata Hari Day

In the night we spend Mata Hari day
We spend Mata Hari night
We spend Mata Hari day

I’m so glad I found you
And the heaven that will surround you
On Mata Hari Day

Once the movie starts playing Mata Hari’s Birthday
I am told credit card is okay Mata Hari
Lucky bongo Chemin de Fer
Ain’t we having fun on Mata Hari day

In the night we spend Mata Hari day
We spend Mata Hari night
We spend Mata Hari day

I’m so glad I found you
And the heaven that will surround you
On Mata Hari Day

[Mata Hari was born on August 7th by the way…]


Red Blooded American Boy

written by George Pittaway

Kick out the doors and kick off the show
You say I’m high I’d be the last to know
‘Cause there’s a wigged out party in a bunk house shack
They’re all screaming for their hoochie and I’m bringing it back

Red lights red line hell or bust
If you ride my tail you’re gonna eat my dust
I’m every mother’s pride and joy
Here comes the Red Blooded American Boy

I don’t let no boss man tie me down
I don’t let no police push me round
The whole town say “Keep the bad boy back
We don’t want your kind coming ‘cross the track!”

Red lights red line hell or bust
If you ride my tail you’re gonna eat my dust
I’m every mother’s pride and joy
Here comes the Red Blooded American Boy

Squad car following me out of town
Well I stick it in low and put the hammer down
I got one foot in hell and one foot on the floor
My Chevy is burning and screaming for more

Red lights red line hell or bust
If you ride my tail you’re gonna eat my dust
I’m every mother’s pride and joy
Here comes the Red Blooded American Boy


Sic Your Face

written by Jeff Severson

I love your baby walk – I love your baby talk
I love your sneakers [you’re making me radioactive]
But when we get it on you think it’s all in fun
And start running [you’re making me radioactive]
Baby you’re my sweet feline, I’m your dog in space
When you call it puppy love I want to Sic Your Face

This ain’t a comedy this is like gravity
This is the real thing [you’re making me radioactive]
You say it’s time to go – I say no, I say no,
I say no, no [you’re making me radioactive]
Baby you’re my sweet feline, I’m your dog in space
When you call it puppy love I want to Sic Your Face

And there’s something about you that makes me want to clean my room
I don’t make my bed for just anybody
I wanna to take you there, I wanna to take you
I wanna to take you there, I wanna to take you
I wanna to take you there…

We could scream and howl, we could scream and howl
Scream and howl [you’re making me radioactive]
You’re my kitty child, you’re my kitty child
You’re my kitty child [you’re making me radioactive]
Baby you’re my sweet feline, I’m your dog in space
When you call it puppy love
When you call it puppy love
When you call it puppy love I want to Sic Your Face
I want to sic you all over.


Taking After Ronnie

written by Jeff Severson

Ronnie is a jerk he cannot hold a job
She follows in his footsteps like a puppy dog
Ronnie has a bike he’s a leader of the pack
Ronnie has a tattoo little monkeys on his back
It looks so cool she’s gotta get one too

Taking After Ronnie, Taking After Ronnie
Riding with the angels,
Running up the hard stuff
Taking After Ronnie, Taking After Ronnie

Ronnie is a creep he’s in trouble with the law
Ronnie is a loser Ronnie is a user
Take a look around now is this what you want
Mixing with the low life and chipping on the weekend
Now sis don’t do what your brother tells you to

Taking After Ronnie, Taking After Ronnie
Riding with the angels
Running up the hard stuff
Taking After Ronnie, Taking After Ronnie

Said he’s got a hard luck story down
Sounding like a wino crying for spare change
Baby if you think nobody loves you
Maybe you should give them a reason to

Taking After Ronnie, Taking After Ronnie
Riding with the angels,
Running up the hard stuff
Taking After Ronnie, Taking After Ronnie


Teenage Traumas

written by Jeff Severson

Babe I’m the telephone booth
In my pajamas and cowboy boots
Now they kicked me out when he heard the news
Teenage Traumas

You, you’re not being clear
If you’re waiting for somebody I’m already here
But don’t kiss the frogs
The prince won’t appear

There’s Teenage Traumas in the wonder years
I’m just a fool for your dumb love, young love
And I want the whole thing yeah
And I want it now

You, you know what I mean
Cookies and milk went up in smoke and caffeine
You act so tough
But inside you’re a teen

‘Cause Teenage Traumas in the wonder years
I’m just a fool for your dumb love, young love
And I want the whole thing yeah
And I want it now

Teenage Traumas always Teenage Traumas
Teenage Traumas in the wonder years…


Teenager’s Belief

written by Cal Everett

Young pups in a pub one hand and a glove
Want proof of their love they peel the label off the bottle
Comes off in one piece, their love will not cease
They smile in relief – a Teenager’s Belief

Soon they graduate they don’t hesitate
They pick out a date when they’ll go bopping down the aisle
They’ll promise to keep the vows they repeat
No mountain’s too steep – a Teenager’s Belief

They’re so busy with the questions
They never hear the answers but
[Mama can’t tell you, Daddy can’t tell you]
Find it out for yourself
Why the big world systematically replaces each dream with reality

Until dead from wounds received lies a Teenager’s Belief
And every wound received lies a Teenager’s Belief

Old dogs on the prowl they stand and they howl
They throw in the towel before they even see the ring
They failed to reach the shore in one piece
Left crashed on the reef – a Teenager’s Belief

They’re so busy with the questions
They never hear the answers but
[Mama can’t tell you, Daddy can’t tell you]

Find it out for yourself
Why the big world systematically replaces each dream with reality
Until dead from wounds received lies a Teenager’s Belief
And every wound received lies a Teenager’s Belief

Old dogs on the prowl they stand and they howl
They throw in the towel before they even see the ring
They tried to reach the shore in one piece
Left crashed on the reef – a Teenager’s Belief
Their ships could not reach the shore in one piece
Left crashed on the reef – a Teenager’s Belief.


We Have Ways

written by Cal Everett and Jeff Severson

We Have Ways to marching feet
We Have Ways with a disco beat
We Have Ways to keep you off our streets
And now it’s party time for you

We Have Ways with the bass and drums
We Have Ways when the guitars strums
We Have a Way and you will come it’s party time for you
We’ll make an offer can’t refuse, you got nothing left to lose
Well it’s the latest craze baby We Have Ways

We Have Ways it’s a gas
We have tests that we know you’ll pass
And we will have our way at last, it’s party time for you
You know you cannot refuse you got nothing left to lose
Well it’s the latest craze baby We Have Ways

We Have Ways for days and days
We Have Ways for every night
We’ll charm you from your homes
And we’ll make you see the light
You can cry for your mama but she can’t help you tonight
No, no, no – it’s party time for you

To profess you, to obsess you, we will bring you to your knees
You’ll never guess what we’re up to
You might protest what is good for you
‘Cause we know what’s right and what’s best for you
Well it’s the latest craze cause baby We Have Ways.


You’re Out Of My Mind

written by George Pittaway

I see the world through forgetful glasses yeah
You’re Out Of My Mind
And I can’t remember where your stash is
You’re Out Of My Mind
I’ve forgotten who I used to find in you

You’re Out Of My Mind, you must be out of my mind
You’re Out Of My Mind, you must be out of my mind
You’re Out Of My Mind, you must be out of my mind

You say you’re an angel but you don’t even say hello
You’re Out Of My Mind
I didn’t recognize you without your halo on
You’re Out Of My Mind
I’ve forgotten who I used to find in you

You’re Out Of My Mind, you must be out of my mind
You’re Out Of My Mind, you must be out of my mind
You’re Out Of My Mind, you must be out of my mind

You lost the keys to my life
You won’t be pushing me round tonight
Truly you are out of my mind
And I forgot what I used to find in you, in you

Well, I remember, I remember,
I remember, I remember, I forget [You’re Out Of My Mind]
Say you’re leaving, say you’re leaving, say you’re leaving
Still you ain’t left yet [You’re Out Of My Mind]
I’ve forgotten who I wrote the lyrics to

You’re Out Of My Mind, you must be out of my mind
You’re Out Of My Mind, you must be out of my mind
You’re Out Of My Mind, you must be out of my mind.


4 Out Of 5 Doctors
(01.81)

1. Modern Man
2. Jeff, Jeff
3. Waiting For A Change
4. Elizabeth
5. Opus Ten
6. I Want Her
7. New Wave Girls
8. Mr. Cool Shoes
9. Danger Man
10. Mushroom Boy
11. Not From Her World


Second Opinion
(03.82)

1. Good Pretender
2. Dawn Patrol
3. Anna With Antennae
4. Breaking Rocks
5. Never Say Die
6. Waiting For Roxanne
7. Lonely Ones
8. Heart On A Chain
9. Call Me At Home
10. Young World


Post Op
[songs from 1977-1983; released 07.09]

1. Radioactive Bugs From Hell
2. I Like You
3. Plastic Fad
4. Baby Baby Goes Bye-Bye
5. Malpractice Suite
6. Sleepy Time
7. In The Middle Of The Night
8. Girl With Smarts
9. Empty Life
10. Hard Act To Follow
11. The Big Hurt
12. Communication
13. I’ll Never Go To Africa
14. Help Is On The Way
15. Twisting In Leningrad
16. Weight Of The World
17. Bring Back The Fire
18. Echo
19. Venus Motel
20. Daddy Drives A UFO
21. Coliseum Rock


Off The Radar
[tracks from 1977-1983]

1. Boys Night Out
2. Don’t Wake My Dreaming Girl
3. Get To You
4. Get With The ’80s
5. Hands Off
6. Living In Limbo
7. Mata Hari’s Birthday
8. Red Blooded American Boy

9. Sic Your Face
10. Taking After Ronnie
11. Teenage Traumas
12. Teenager’s Belief
13. Thank You Now
14. We Have Ways
15. You’re Out Of My Mind