DISC 1


1. ODDS AND ENDS

I plan it all and I take my place
You break your promise all over the place
You promised to love me but what do I see
Just you coming in and spilling juice over me
Odds and ends, odds and ends
Lost time is not found again.

Now you take your file and you bend my head
I never can remember anything that you said
You promised to love me, but what do I know
You're spilling juice on me like you got some place to go
Odds and ends, odds and ends
Lost time is not found again.

Now I've had enough, my box is clean
You know what I'm saying and you know what I mean
From now on you'd best get on some-one else
While you're doing it, keep that juice to yourself
Odds and ends, odds and ends
Lost time is not found again.


2. ORANGE JUICE BLUES FOR BREAKFAST

(Instrumental)


3. MILLION DOLLAR BASH

Well, that big dump blonde
With her wheel in the gorge
Turtle, that friend of theirs
With his checks all forged
And his cheeks in a chunk
With his cheese in the cash
They're all gonna be there
At that million dollar bash
Ooh, baby
Ooh, baby
It's that million dollar bash.

Everybody from right now
Go ever there and back
The louder they come
The bigger they crack
Come now, sweet cream
Don't forget to flash
We're all gonna meet
At that million dollar bash
Ooh, baby
Ooh, baby
It's that million dollar bash.

Well, I took my counselor
Out to the barn
Silly Nelly was there
She told me a yarn
Then along came Jones
Emptied the trash
Everybody went down
To that million dollar bash
Ooh, baby
Ooh, baby
It's that million dollar bash.
Well, I'm hitting it too hard
My stones won't take
I'm get up in the morning
But it's too early to wake
First it's hello, goodbye
Then push and then crash
But we're all gonna make it
At that million dollar bash
Ooh, baby
Ooh, baby
It's that million dollar bash.

Well, I looked at my watch
I looked at my wrist
Punched myself in the face
With my fist
I took my potatoes
Down to be mashed
Then I made it over to
That million dollar bash
Ooh, baby
Ooh, baby
It's that million dollar bash.


4. YAZOO STREET SCANDAL

(Instrumental)


5. GOIN' TO ACAPULCO

I'm going down to Rose Marie's
She never does me wrong
She puts it to me plain as day
And gives it to me for a song.

It's a wicked life but what the hell
The stars ain't falling down.
I'm standing outside the Taj Mahal
I don't see no one around.

Goin' to Acapulco
Goin' on the run
Goin' down to see fat gut
Goin' to have some fun.
Goin' to have some fun.

Now, whenever I get up
And I ain't got what I see
I just make it down to Rose Marie's
Bout a quarter after three.

There are worse ways of getting there
And I ain't complaining none
If the clouds don't drop and the train
don't stop
I'm bound to meet the sun.

Going to Acapulco
Going on the run
Goin' down to see some girl
Goin' to have some fun
Goin' to have some fun

Now, if someone offers me a joke
I just say no thanks
I try to tell it like it is
And keep away from pranks
Well, sometime you know when the well
Breaks down
I just go on pump it some
Rose Marie, she likes to go to big places
And just sit there waiting for me to come.

Goin' to Acapulco
Goin' on the run
Goin' down to see some girl
Goin' to have some fun
Yeah
Goin' to have some fun


6. KATIE'S BEEN GONE

(Instrumental)


7. LO AND BEHOLD

I pulled out for San Anton
I never felt so good
My woman said she'd meet me there
And of course I knew she would
The coachman, he hit me for my hook
And he asked me my name
I give it to him right away
Then I hung my head in shame
Lo and behold ! Lo and behold
Looking for my lo and behold.
Get me out here, my dear man.

I come into Pittsburg
At six-thirty flat
I found myself a vacant seat
An' I put down my hat
?What's the matter Molly dear
What's the matter with your mound
?What's it to you, Moby Dick
This is chicken town
Lo and behold ! Lo and behold
Looking for my lo and behold.
Get me out here, my dear man.

I bought myself
A herd of moose
One day she could call her own
Well, she came out the very next day
To see where they had flown
I'm going down to Tennessee
Get me a truck or something
Gonna save my money and rip it up.
Lo and behold ! Lo and behold
Lookin' for my lo and behold.
Get me out here, my dear man.
Now, I come in on a ferris wheel
An' boys, I sure was slink
I come in like a ton of bricks
Laid a few tricks on them
Going back to Pittsburg
Count up to thirty
Round that horn and ride that herd
Gonna thread up
Lo and behold ! Lo and behold
Looking for my lo and behold.
Get me out here, my dear man.



8. BESSIE SMITH

(Instrumental)


9.CLOTHES LINE SAGA

After a while we took in the clothes
Nobody said very much
Just some old wild shirts and a couple pairs of pants
Which nobody really wanted to touch
Mama come in and picked up a book
An' Papa asked her what it was
Someone else asked, "What do you care?"
Papa said, "Well, just because?"
Then they started to take back their clothes
Hang'em on the line
It was January the thirtieth
And everybody was feelin' fine.

The next day, everybody got up
Seein' if the clothes were dry
The dogs were barking, a neighbor passed
Mama, of cource, she said, "Hi"
"Have you heard the news?" he said with a grin
"The Vice President's gone mad"
"Where?" "Downtown." "When?" "Last night"
"Hmm, say, that's too bad"
"Well, there's nothing we can do about it," said the neighbor
"It's just something we're gonna have to forget"
"Yes, I guess so" said Ma
Then she asked me if the clothes was still wet.

I reached up, touched my shirt
And the neighbor said, "Are those clothes yours?"
I said, "Some of them, not all of them"
He said, "Ya always help out around here with the chores ?"
I said, "Sometime, not all the time"
Then my neighbor he blew his nose
Just as papa yelled outside
"Mama wants you to come back in the house and bring them clothes"
Well, I just do what I'm told so I did it, of course
I went back in the house and Mama met me
And then I shut all the doors.


10. APPLE SUCKING TREE

Under that apple suckling tree, under that apple suckling tree
Oh yeah, underneath that tree, there's just gonna be you and me
Under that apple suckling tree,

Old man sailing in a dinghy boat
Down there
Old man sailing in a dinghy boat
On there
Gonna pull man down on a suckling hook
Gonna pull man into the suckling brook
Oh yeah

Now, he's underneath that apple suckling tree
Oh yeah
Under that apple suckling tree
Oh yeah
That's underneath that tree
There's gonna be just you and me
Underneath that apple suckling tree.

I push him back and I stand in line
Oh yeah
Then I hush my Sadie and stand in line
Oh yeah
Then I hush my Sadie and stand in line
I get on board in two-eyed time
Oh yeah

Now, who's on the table, who's tell me
Oh yeah
Who's on the table, who's tell me
Oh yeah
Who should I tell, oh, who should I tell
The forty-nine of you like bats out of hell
Oh, underneath that old apple suckling tree.


11. PLEASE MRS. HENRY

Well, I've already had two beers
I'm ready for the broom
Please, Missus Henry, won't you
Take me to my room ?
I'm a good old boy
But I've been sniffing too many eggs
Talking to too many people
Drinking too many kegs
Please, Missus Henry, Missus Henry,
Please
Please, Missus Henry, please
I'm down on my knees
And I ain't got a dime.

Well, I'm groaning in a hallway
Pretty soon I'll be mad
Please, Missus Henry, won't you
Take me to your dad
I can drink like a fish
I can crawl like a snake
I can bite like a turkey
I can slam like a drake
Please, Missus Henry, Missus Henry,
Please
Please, Missus Henry, please
I'm down on my knees
And I ain't got a dime.

Now, don't crowd me, lady
Or I'll fill up your shoe
I'm a sweet bourbon daddy
And tonight I am blue
I'm a thousand years old
And I'm a generous bomb
I'm T-boned and punctured
But I'm known to be calm
Please, Missus Henry, Missus Henry
Please
Please, Missus Henry, please
I'm down on my knees
And I ain't got a dime
Now, I'm starting to drain
My stool's gonna squeak
If I walk too much farther
My crane's gonna leak
Look, Missus Henry
There's only so much I can do
Why don't you look my way
And pump me a few
Please, Missus Henry, Missus Henry
Please
Please, Missus Henry, please
I'm down on my knees
And I ain't got a dime


12. TEARS OF RAGE

We carried you in our arms
On Independence Day
And now you'd throw us all aside
And put us on our way
Oh, what dear daughter beneath the sun
Would treat a father so
To wait upon him hand and foot
And always tell him "no"
Tears of rage, tears of grief
Why am I the one who must be the thief
Come to me now, you know
We're so alone
And life is brief.

We pointed out the way to go
And scratched your name in sand
Though you just thought that it was nothing more
Than a place for you to stand
Now I want you to know that while you watched
You discover there was no one true
Must everybody really thought
It was a childish thing to do
Tears of rage, tears of grief
Why am I the one who must be the thief
Come to me now, you know
We're so alone
And life is brief.

It was all very painless
When you went out to receive
All that false instruction
Which we never could believe
And now the heart is filled with gold
As if it was a purse
But oh, what kind of love is this
Which goes from bad to worse
Tears of rage, tears of grief
Why am I the one who must be the thief
Come to me now, you know
We're so alone
And life is brief


DISC 2


1. TOO MUCH OF NOTHING

Too much of nothing
Can make a man ill at ease
One man's temper might rise
While another man's temper might freeze
In the day of confession
We cannot mock a soul
Oh, when there's too much of nothing
No one has control

Say hello to Valerie
Say hello to Vivian
Give them all my salary
On the waters of oblivion

When there's too much of nothing
It can cause a man to weep
He can walk the streets and boast like
Of what he'd like to keep
But it's all been done before
It's all been written in the book
And where there's too much of nothing
Nobody should look

Say hello to Valerie
Say hello to Vivian
Give them all my salary
On the waters of oblivion.

And too much of nothing can make a man a liar
It can cause one man to sleep on nails
It can cause others to eat fire
Everybody's doing something
I heard it in a dream
But when there's too much of nothing
It just makes a fell a mean.

Say hello to Valerie
Say hello to Vivian
Give them all my salary
On the waters of oblivion.


2. YEA! HEAVY AND A BOTTLE OF BREAD

Well, the comic book and me, just us, we caught the bus
The poor little chauffeur, though, she was back in bed
On the very next day with a nose full of pus
Yea ! Heavy and a bottle of bread
Yea ! Heavy and a bottle of bread
Yea ! Heavy and a bottle of bread.

It's a one-track town, just brown and a breeze too
Pack up the meat, sweet, we're heading out
For Wichita in a pile of fruit
Get the loot, don't be slow, we're gonna catch a trout
Get the loot, don't be slow, we're gonna catch a trout
Get the loot, don't be slow, we're gonna catch a trout.

Now, pull that drummer out from behind that bottle
Bring my pipe, we're gonna shake it
Slap that drummer with a pie that smells
Take me down to California, baby
Take me down to California, baby
Take me down to California, baby.

Yes, the comic book and me, just us, we caught the bus
The poor little chauffeur, though, she was back in bed
On the very next day with a nose full of pus.
Yea ! Heavy and a bottle of bread
Yea ! Heavy and a bottle of bread
Yea ! Heavy and a bottle of bread.


3. AIN'T NO MOR CANE

(Instrumental)


4. CRASH ON THE LEVEE DOWN IN THE FLOOD

Crash on the levee, mama
Water's gonna overflow
Swamp's gonna rise
No boat's gonna row
Now, you can train on down
To Williams Point
You can bust your feet
You can rock this joint
But oh mama, ain't you gonna miss your best friend now
You're gonna have to find yourself
Another best friend, somehow.

Now, don't you try an' move me
You're just gonna lose
There's a crash on the levee
And mama, you've been refused
Well, it's sugar for sugar
And salt for salt
If you go down in the flood
It's gonna be your own fault
Oh mama, ain't you gonna miss your best friend now
You're gonna have to find yourself
Another best friend, somehow

Well, that high tide's risin'
Mama, don't you let me down
Pack up your suitcase
Mama, don't you make a sound
Now, it's king for king
Queen for queen
It's gonna be the meanest flood
That anybody's seen
Oh mama, ain't you gonna miss your best friend now
You're gonna have to find yourself
Another best friend, somehow


5. RUBEN REMUS

(Instrumental)


6. TINY MONTGOMERY

Well, you can tell everybody
Down in old Frisco
Tell them
Tiny Montgomery says hello.

Now, every boy and girl's
Gonna get their bang
'Cause Tiny Montgomery's
Gonna shake that thing
Tell everybody
Down in old Frisco
That Tiny Montgomery's coming
Down to say hello.

Skinny Moo and Halftrack Frank
They're gonna both be getting
Outta the tank
One bird book
And a buzzard and a crow,
Tell them all
That Tiny is gonna say hello.

Scratch your dad
Do that bird
Suck that pig
And bring it on home
Pick that drip
And nose that dope
Tell them all
That Tiny says hello.

Now, he's king of the drunks
An' he squeezes, too
Watch out, Lester
Take it Lou
Join the monks
The C.I.O,
Tell them all
That Tiny Montgomery says hello.
Now grease that pig
And sing praise
Go on out
And gas that dog
Trick on in
Honk that stink
Take it down
And watch it grow
Play it low
And pick it up
Take it on in
In a plucking cup
Three-legged man
And a hot-lipped hoe
Tell them all
Montgomery says hello.

Well, you can tell everybody
Down in old Frisco
Tell them all
Montgomery says hello.


7. YOU AIN'T GOING NOWHERE

Clouds so swift
Rain won't lift
Gate won't close
Railings froze
Get your mind of wintertime
You ain't going nowhere
Whoo-ee ride me high
Tomorrow's the day
My bride's gonna come
Oh, oh, are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair

I don't care
How many letters they sent
Morning came and morning went
Pick up your money
And pack up your tent
You ain't going nowhere
Whoo-ee ride me high
Tomorrow's the day
My bride's gonna come
Oh, oh, are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair

Buy me a flute
And a gun that shoots
Tailgates some substitutes
Strap yourself
To the tree with roots
You ain't going nowhere
Whoo-ee ride me high
Tomorrow's the day
My bride's gonna come
Oh, oh, are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair !Genghis Khan
He could not keep
All his kings
Supplied with sleep
We'll climb that hill no matter how steep
When we come up to it
Whoo-ee ride me high
Tomorrow's the day
My bride's gonna come
Oh, oh, are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair


8. DON'T YA TELL HENRY

Don't you tell Henry
Apple's got your fly

I went down to the river on a saturday morn
A-looking around just to see who's born
I found a little chicken down on his knees
I went up and yelled to him
"Please, please, please"
He said: "don't you tell Henry
Don't you tell Henry
Don't you tell Henry
Apple's got your fly"

I went down to the corner at a-half past ten
I's looking around, I wouldn't say when
I looked down low, I looked above
And who did I see but the one I love
She said: "don't you tell Henry
Don't you tell Henry
Don't you tell Henry
Apple's got your fly"

Now, I went down to the beanery at half past twelve
A-looking around just to see myself
I spotted a horse and a donkey too
I looked for a cow and I saw me a few
The said: "don't you tell Henry
Don't you tell Henry
Don't you tell Henry
Apple's got your fly"

Now, I went down to the pumphouse the other night
A-looking around, it was outa sight
I looked high and low for that big old tree
I did go upstairs but I didn't see nobody but me
I said: "don't you tell Henry
Don't you tell Henry
Don't you tell Henry
Apple's got your fly”


9. NOTHING WAS DELIVERED

Nothing was delivered
And I tell this truth to you
Not out of spite or anger
But simply because it's true
Now, I hope you won't object to this
Giving back all what you owe
The fewer words you have to waste on this
The sooner you can go.

Nothing is better, nothing is best
Take heed of this and get plenty of rest.

Nothing was delivered
But I can't say I sympathize
With what your fate is going to be
Yes, for telling all those lies
Now you must provide some answers
For what you sold has not been received
And the sooner you come up with them
The sooner you can leave.

Nothing is better, nothing is best
Take heed of this and get plenty of rest.

Now you know
Nothing was delivered
And it's up to you to say
Just what you had in mind
When you made everybody pay
No, nothing was delivered
Yes, 'n' someone must explain
That as long as it takes to do this
Then that's how long that you'll remain
Nothing is better, nothing is best
Take heed of this and get plenty of rest
Open The Door, Homer

Now, there's a certain thing
That I learned from Jim
That he's always make sure I'd understand
And that is that there's a certain way
That a man must swim
If he expects to live off
Of the fat of the land
Open the door, Homer
I've heard it said before
Open the door, Homer
I've heard it said before
But I ain't gonna hear it said no more

Now, there's a certain thing
That I learned from my friend, Mouse
A fellow who never blushes in
And that is that everyone
Must always flush out his house
If he don't expect to be
Going around housing flushes
Open the door, Homer
I've heard it said before
Open the door, Homer
I've heard it said before
But I ain't gonna hear it said no more

"Take care of all your memories"
Said my friend, Mick
"For you can not relive them
And remember when you're out there
Trying to heal the sick
That you must always
First forgive them"
Open the door, Homer
I've heard it said before
Open the door, Homer
I've heard it said before
But I ain't gonna hear it said no more


10.OPEN THE DOOR, HOMER

(Instrumental)


11. LONG-DISTANCE OPERATOR

Long-distance operator
Place this call, it's not for fun
Long-distance operator
Please, place this call, you know it's not for fun
I gotta give a message to my baby
You know, she's not just anyone

There are thousands in the phone booth
Thousands at the gate
There are thousands in the phone booth
Thousands at the gate
Everybody wants to make a long-distance call
But you know they're just gonna have to wait

If a call comes from Louisiana
Please, let it rise
If a call comes from Louisiana
Please, let it rise
This phone booth's on fire
It's getting hot inside

Everybody wants to be my friend
But nobody wants to get higher
Everybody wants to be my friend
But nobody wants to get higher
Long-distance operator
I believe I'm strangling on this telephone wire


12. This Wheel's On Fire

If your memory serves you well
We were going to meet again and wait
So I'm going to unpack all my things
And sit before it gets too late
No man alive will come to you
With another tale to tell
And you know that we shall meet again
If your memory serves you well
This wheel's on fire
Rolling down the road
Best notify my next of kin
This wheel shall explode

If your memory serves you well
I was going to confiscate your lace
And wrap it up in a sailor's knot
And hide it in your case
If I knew for sure that it was yours
But it was oh so hard to tell
And you knew that we would meet again
If your memory serves you well
This wheel's on fire
Rolling down the road
Best notify my next of kin
This wheel shall explode

If your memory serves you well
You'll remember you're the one
That called on me to call on them
To get you your favors done
And after every plan had failed
And there was nothing more to tell
You knew that we would meet again
If your memory serves you well
This wheel's on fire
Rolling down the road
Best notify my next of kin
This wheel shall explode