And A Whole ‘Lotta You

Song lyrics

(for non-cover songs)

Welcome To My Mind 

You're not getting out because you're locked inside. I'd like to introduce to you the corners of my mind, because I remember the first time I laid my eyes on you I left the window open hoping baby that you'd walk through so welcome to my mind. I think you'd like to know I can't let you go and if you even try I'll just close my eyes. Now you're locked inside mymymymy mind. I'm sorry 'bout your fate but pretty baby you can't escape so welcome to my mind. It's just my mind that I'm trying to find it's just my mind that's one of a kind. Kinda sounds like a little of you and a little of me put it all together and we got we so welcome to my mind. You're certainly welcome and what's in store is yours if you'd like the talcum just look behind the door cus I remember the first time.

Transistor Sister 

Transistor sister you're so fine and you're all that I got left I'm gonna bank my cards on you You've got lips to die for a heart of gold that I would buy for and that's just what I'm gonna do so I'll hold you in my arms for one more night wake up in the dawns early light oouuwwee baby you're alright. Never got the wrong impression only get the best reception transistor sister you're o.k. I feel so sad when she's out of range I get this static in my brain and this pain won't go away...and transistor sister you're right as rain. There's nothing better than a bourbon kiss but having it bronzed on your lips and then it turns to solid gold. I would ask you for a dance but I know that dance would soon just end and then we'd have to go so l'l...

7 Years 

I like her & she likes me, but there's something in between. 7 years she's been seeing him, 7 yrs. with that one man, & I don't think l've got 7 yrs. in me. If she's any indication of the kind of her relation, he must be really super just like Nietzsche's' Zarathustra, & I don't think I've got 7 yrs. in me. & yrs. that means she was 13 yrs. old when it began.

Gone Gone Gone (Adaptation of We’re Gone by B. Childish)

The place we call our home is no longer our own. It's going going gone. There is no place where we come from: we're gone. There is no place where we come from. They taught us to stand strong: gonna execute the wrong. Me and my feathered friends: eating out of a bulk food bins. We're gone. There is no place where we come from.

How Narvel Felt 

We can pedal, she can pound. Won't get a medal, just get crowned. He's embittered, she's a feat. A non-jet setter,more upbeat.We can only do well if our heads don't swell to the size of the Krell and beyond written all in boldface & she's in love with his bass an amazing grace how sweet this sound. Turn up the treble, got no ground. No foot pedal, sound surround. The stones were thrown, it's fun to pelt. Now no one knows how narvell felt. We can pedal, she can pound. You'll get a medal, stick around. "Not a quitter," likes to bleat. Just a no-hitter, yet less discreet.

You'll Screw the Pooch 

I've been up to the mountain Crough Patrick was the rock. If you turn don't start counting. 'll hide, you'll seek me not. Don't make me stew-you'll screw the pooch. I was the thing she never got, though no prince of charms. I made her mad, I thunk a lot, survived without her arms. I didn't come for no bistro. I got no taste for stew. So unless you call me miestro evacuate my coop.

Love You Better 

If you ever get cold at night please do tell baby I can help. I'll hold you in my arms until the shaking goes and your runny nose, cause there ain't nothing that I wouldn't do just make a wish and it'll come true because you're the only reason I know why the days so short and the nights so slow and if it's true that you found someone that's new there'll be her and he'll be gone and I can love you better. I'll hold you in my arms much better and I'll kiss you on the lips much better and I'll collect the tips and hold on to you as time goes on. I know now baby that I got my faults and this love keeps doing somersaults and if ever make it back to my feet I'll stop and drop and ask you please would you please. Would you take what I see and make it a reality. What a day could make just like today could make if you'd decide to end my heartache and if I should ever go and fail you now don'tcha know that I'd learn how I could love you better..'ll take a seat up on the moon I got binoculars and a program too and if he ever takes afall I'll drop and prop and that's not all. You're so fine and in time I'm gonna find a way to get you girl and I don't care what it takes I've been studying so long I can't make a mistake and if it's true that you found someone that's new there'll be her and he'll be gone and I can love you better.

I Go Feral In Just 3 Days 

In bed. Been fed. Sleeping tablets rocking my head. Got screwed. Got glued. Got myself a brand new tattoo. Just give me a chance. We got time for one more last dance. That's all I ask. We got time to make up for a little class. Better move. I'm in a mood. Oh no girl you're heating up my stew. Been late. Say it's fate. You always leave the rink when it's time to couple skate. I'm feeling-feeling kinda lowdown. got nothing-nothing but a hoe-down. I've never never been to Motown, and I ain't ever ever gonna slowdown, cuz l've been taking benzedrines, and I've been racing submarines, and I go feral in just 3 days, and I've been unplugging Xerox machines, and I ain't buying home publishing, and I go feral in just 3 days.

Angie 

Angie, what am I gonna do? Potentiality, pill-poppin' girl that's you. Your personality, I have not a clue. Realisticly ! expect nothing from you. Yet there is something that I can't understand. How happiness is in your hands.Angie, put your best shoes on. Always think of your revolution. A catastrophe, if you suck the dog. Controversy, it's an ephemeron. If this is something you can't understand, you'll never have your life in

Humping Away 

Well I was born in the U.S.A. I wear a tank top cause you like it that way. Well I remember the things you used to do, when I wore that tank top for you, but one thing leads to another, now pretty baby you're looking like your brother, and sometimes I get so bummed, thinking 'bout the things we did in the sun. We were humping away, we're going back and forth, under the scope, and then we got off course, it was a sudden division, like a sonic boom, yeah that's cool, yeah that's cool. Well I remember back in class, teacher teacher wouldn't give me a pass. She said I look like I come from pill-party. I said teacher I don't feel tardy, then I looked under the glass. I never saw such little class. Two corpuscles squished between the lens it reminded me of you and me back then: they were humping away... and nothings cooler than that, two corpuscles squished between the glass, and they're losing class, they're just humping away.

Let's Hear A Cheer 

Let's hear a cheer for the Queers they got us here. Now we've got time to steal their beer. We'll get our kicks watching Joe play cool licks. We'll smile and nod and steal his picks and we'll smile once in a while after every show because the kids are here to see the Queers but we'll still get paid. oh oh oh oh. We'll cruise the autobahn in our foreign van. Inquire about the hinterland. We'll talk to Huns and frauloins about all kinds of things like where Ringo lost his rings and we'll smile .... and the kids will wonder, the kids will wonder how we got this gig but we'll just smile as we leave the club carrying Hughes rig. We'll eat knockwursts as we sail along the Rhine. Sip a craft of Paris wine, brandy in a snifter and chocolate from a tort. Meat pie, meat pie, and more knockwursts and we'll smile ... We'll say good-bye avour and alfidezen then we'll jump on a jetliner? We'll go to Heathrow that's an airport then we'll lose our passports.

Losing Sleep 

Don't kick me out. Honey I've got it bad. Bad bad bad for you. Oh man it's really bad. Though i cannot find you. The things you'll never know, you got to much to do. You think I'm a so- and- so. You'll find that it ain't true. Don't kick me out.

Outta Control (Adaptation of I’m Out Of Control by M. Hampshire, B. Childish)

When she looks into my eyes She sees right through my lies I hold her deep in my arms I pray that she makes believe that all she needs is my arms in a sleeve. I'm outta control when she kiss me I'm outta control when she lies. Well she starts with her lying it makes me oh so mad then she starts with her bellyaching like a yellow bus it makes me mad it makes me mad it makes me mad. I'm outta control.