Beat The Boots I: Unmitigated Audacity

It can't happen here
It can't happen here
I'm tellin' you my dear
That it can't happen here
Because I've been checkin' it out, baby
I checked it out a couple of times
Oh darling it's important that you believe me . . . Ba ba ba bap
That it can't happen here
Who could imagine
That they would freak out somewhere in Kansas
Kansas Kansas too de doo de too doo
Who could imagine
That they would freak out in Minnesota
Mi mi mi mi mi mi Minnesota, Mi mi mi mi mi mi Minnesota
Mi mi mi mi mi mi Minnesota, Mi mi mi mi mi mi Minnesota
Who could Imagine

How about this one here
How about that one there again
It's still not good enough, one more time. Everybody together on the
downbeat of that little honk. Let's hear it . . .
Who could imagine
That they would freak out
In Washington DC
A/C, D/C, bap bap bap A/C, D/C bap bap bap <3x.>
Wait a minute
I remember tu tu
I remember tu tu
I remember tu tu
They had a swimming pool
I remember tu tu
I remember tu tu
I remember tu tu
They had a swimming pool
And they thought it couldn't happen here
Da-da-da-da-da-da
SUZY!
Yes.
Suzy, Suzy Creamcheese, this is the voice of your conscience honey. I just
wanna tell you one thing, one night only. Suzy Creamcheese, my dearest my
darling
Yes?
Do you really think you'll be able to get a job as a Playboy bunny. Just
tell me the truth. Yes or no? Do you think you'll be able to . . ?
Yes.
Funny, you didn't look like a dyke when I first met you.

Mister America
Walk on by
Your schools that do not teach
Mister America
Walk on by
The minds that won't be reached
Mister America
Try to hide
The emptiness that's you inside
When once you find that the way you lied
And all the those corny tricks you tried
Will not forestall the rising tide of
Hungry freaks, Daddy . . .

They won't go
For no more
Great mid-western hardware store
Philosophy that turns away
From those who aren't afraid to say
What's on their minds
(The left-behinds of the Great Society)

Hungry freaks, Daddy . . .

Mister America
Walk on by
Your supermarket dream
Mister America
Walk on by
The liquor store supreme
Mister America
Try to hide
The product of your savage pride
The useful minds that it denied
The day you shrugged and stepped aside
You saw their clothes and then you cried:
THOSE HUNGRY FREAKS, DADDY!

They won't go
For no more
Great mid-western hardware store
Philosophy that turns away
From those who aren't afraid to say
What's on their minds
(The left-behinds of the Great Society)

You're probably wondering
Why I'm here,
But so am I!
So am I!

Just as much as you wonder
'Bout me bein' in this place
Yeah
That's just how much I marvel
At the lameness on your face
You rise each day the same old way

And join your friends out on the street
Spray your hair
And think you're neat
I think your life is incomplete
But maybe that's not for me to say
They only pay me here to play

I wanna hear a caravan with a drumsola

You're probably wondering
Why I'm here,
And so am I
So am I

Just as much as you wonder
'Bout me staring back at you
Yeah!
That's just how much I question
The corny things you do
You paint your face
And then you chase
To meet the gang, where the action is
Stomp all night and drink your fizz
Roll your car and say Gee Whiz
You tore a big hole in your convertible top
What will you tell your Mam and Pap

Mam, I tore a hole in the convertible

You're probably wondering
Why I'm here,
And so am I
So am I

Just as much as you wonder
If I mean just what I say
That's just how much I question
The social games you play
You told your mam you stoked on town
And went for a frooze in Freddy's car
Tommy's asking where you are
You boogied all night in a cheesy bar
Plastic boots and plastic head
And now you think you know where it's at

You're probably wondering
Why I'm here
(Not that it makes a heck of a lot of difference to you but watch George )

When I won your love
I was very glad
Every happiness in the world
Belonged to me
Then our love was lost
You went away
Now I shed my tears
In lonely misery

I know now
You never really loved me
It hurts me now to think
You never really cared
I sit and ask myself a thousand times
Try and find
What really happened to the love
That we shared

How could I be, be such a fool
How could I be, be such a fool
How could I be, be such a fool
How could I believe all those lies you told me
How could I be taken in by your sweet face

You spoiled our love
You ruined my life
I'm so tore down
I'm a terrible disgrace
But there will come a time
You'll regret the way
You treated me
As if I was a fool
And didn't know
The many times you lied
About your love for me
Someone is gonna know
Your love is just a show
How could I be, be such a fool
(etc., ad lib)

Ain't got no heart
I ain't got no heart to give away
I sit and laugh at fools in love
There ain't no such thing as love
No angels singing up above today
Girl I don't believe
Girl I don't believe in what you say

You say your heart is only mine
I say you, you must be blind
What makes you think that you're so fine?

But I wouldn't throw away
The groovy life I lead
Cause baby what you've got, yeah
It sure ain't what I need

Girl you'd better go
Girl you'd better go away

I think that life with you would be
Just not quite the thing for me
Why is it so hard to see my way?
Why should I be stuck with you
It's just not what I want to do
Why should an embrace or two
Make me such a part of you
I ain't got no heart to give away-ay-ay
Ain't got no heart
Ain't got no heart
Ain't got no heart
Ain't got no heart
To give away

Good God!

Got no place to go
I'm tired of walking up
And down this street all by myself now
No love left for me to give
I try and try
But no one wants me the way I am
Why should I pretend I like
To roam from door to door
Maybe I'll just kill myself
I just don't care no more
I'm not satisfied
Everything I tried
I don't like the way
Life has been abusing me

Who, I said who would care if I was gone
I never met no one
Who, I said who needs me to care for them
Nobody needs me
Why should I just hang around
Why should I just sit and watch
While the others smile
I just wished that someone cared
If I was happy for a while
Because I'm not satisfied
Everything I tried, I don't like the way
Life has been abusing me

Ah ha ooh ha!

Wowie Zowie, your love's a treat
Wowie Zowie, you can't be beat
Wowie Zowie, baby you're so neat
I don't even care if you shave your legs

Wowie Zowie, baby you're so fine
Wowie Zowie, baby please be mine
Wowie Zowie, up and down my spine
I don't even care if you brush your teeth

I dream of you each morning
I dream of you each night
Just the other day I got so shook up
I dream of you in the afternoon
Baum didi Baum didi Baum didi
Baum didi Baum didi Baum didi
Bam bam bam bam bam Bom diddy bom diddy bom diddy
Bom diddy bom diddy bom diddy
Mumma mumma mumma mumma

Yo Mama
Yo Mama
Yo Mama Yo' mama
Yo' mama
Yo' mama
I dream of you each morning
I dream of you each night
Just the other day I got so shook up
I had a flash in the afternoon

Wowie Zowie, baby love me do
Wowie Zowie, and I'll love you too
Wowie Zowie, baby I'll be true
I don't even care if your dad's the heat
I don't even care if your dad's the hat hurt
I don't even care if your dad's the shirt
I don't even care wahawawawaa
Wowie, Wowie Zowie, Wowie, Wowie Zowie (etc.)

Now believe me when I tell you that my song is really true
I want everyone to listen and believe
It's about some little people from a long time ago
And all the things the neighbors didn't know
Early in the morning Daddy Dinky went to work
Selling lamps & chairs to San Ber'dino squares
And I still remember Mama,
With her apron & her pad
Feeding all the boys at Ed's Cafe!
Whizzing & pasting & pooting
Through the day.
(Ronnie helping Kenny helping burn his poots away!)
And all the while on a shelf in the shed:
KENNY'S LITTLE CREATURES ON DISPLAY!
Ronnie saves his numies on a window in his room
(A marvel to be seen: dysentery green)
While Kenny & his buddies play a game out in the back:
LET'S MAKE THE WATER TURN BLACK
We see them after school in a world of their own
(To some it might seem creepy what they do . . . )
The neighbors on the right sat & watched them every night
(I bet you'd do the same if they was you)
Whizzing & pasting & pooting through the day
(Ronnie helping Kenny helping burn his poots away!)
And all the while on a shelf in the shed:
KENNY'S LITTLE CREATURES ON DISPLAY!
Ronnie's in the Army now &
Kenny's taking pills
Oh! How they yearn to see a bomber burn!
Color flashing, thunder crashing, dynamite machine!
(Wait till the fire turns green . . . wait till the fire turns green)
WAIT TILL THE FIRE TURNS GREEN!

I'm gonna tell you the way it is
And I'm not gonna be kind or easy
Your whole attitude stinks, I say
And the life you lead is completely empty

You paint your head
Your mind is dead
You don't even know what I just said
THAT'S YOU: AMERICAN GLITTER BOY
You're phony on top
You're phony underneath
You lay in bed & grit your teeth
David . . .
Alice . . .
Iggy . . .
Hey, Lou . . .
don't come in me, on me
don't come on me, in me
don't come in me, on me
don't come on me,
Ah, ha-ha-ha!

 

All of the fools
All of the hate
I think you're probably out to lunch

Oh no, I don't believe it
You say that you think you know
The meaning of love
Do you really think it can be told?
You say that you really know
I think, you should check it again
How can you say
What you believe
Will be the key to a WORLD OF LOVE?

All your love -
Will it save me?
All your love -
Will it save the world?
From what we can't understand

Oh no, I don't believe it

And in your dreams
You can see yourself
As a prophet
Saving the world
Help me out Bebe
The words from your lips
I am not a crook
I just can't believe
You are such a fool
an asshole

I just can't believe
You are such a fool
Wah-ha-ha
(etc. repeat)

Well I'm about to get sick
From lookin' into listening to this monitor system
Been checkin' out my ears
Since this tour began
I mean to say that every day
Oh Yeah
It's just another miserable soundcheck after another
And when it's gonna change, my friend
Is one of those things you worry about when you're a Mother
Well I'm watchin' and I'm waitin'
Hopin' for the best
Even think I'll go to prayin'
Every time I hear them sayin'
There's no way to delay
That trouble comin' everyday
There's no way to delay that trouble
Comin' every day

Wednesday I watched the riot
I seen the cops out on the street
I watched 'em throwing rocks & stuff & chokin'
In the heat
I listen to reports
About the whiskey passin' around
I seen the smoke & fire
And the market burnin' down
I watched while everybody
On the street will take a turn
To stomp & smash & bash & crash & slash & bust & burn
I'm a watchin' and I'm waitin'
Hopin' for the best
Even think I go to prayin'
Every time I hear 'em sayin'
There's no way to delay
That trouble comin' every day
There's no way to delay
That trouble comin' everyday

Well . . .

FZ: Ladies & Gentlemen, thank you very much for coming to the concert tonight. Hope you liked it. Bring the band on down behind me boys. Not literally, of course, don't put yourself out. Bruce Fowler on trombone, Walt Fowler on trumpet, Napoleon Murphy Brock on tenor saxophone & vocals, Don Preston on synthesizer, Ralph Humphrey on drums, Chester Thompson on drums, Tom Fowler on bass, Jeff Simmons on guitar, George Duke on keyboards.

She had that
Camarillo brillo
Flamin' out along her head,
I mean her Mendocino bean-o
By where some bugs had made it red

She ruled the Toads
Of the Short Forest
And every newt in Idaho
And every cricket who had chorused
By the bush in Buffalo

She said she was
A Magic Mama
And she could throw a mean Tarot
And carried on without a comma
That she was someone I should know

She had a snake for a pet
And an amulet
And she was breeding a dwarf
But she wasn't done yet
She had gray-green skin
A doll with a pin
I told her she was awright
But I couldn't come in
(I couldn't come in right then . . . )

And so she wandered
Through the door-way
Just like a shadow from the tomb
She said her stereo was four-way
An' I'd just love it in her room

Well, I was born
To have adventure
So I just followed up the steps
Right past her fuming incense stencher
To where she hung her castanets

She stripped away
Her rancid poncho
An' laid out naked by the door
We did it till we were un-concho
An' it was useless any more

She had a snake for a pet
And an amulet
And she was breeding a dwarf
But she wasn't done yet
She had gray-green skin
A doll with a pin
I told her she was awright
But I couldn't come in
(Actually, I was very busy then . . . )

And so she wandered
Through the door-way
Just like a shadow from the tomb
She said her stereo was four-way
An' I'd just love it in her room

Well, I was born
To have adventure
So I just followed up the steps
Right past her fuming incense stencher
To where she hung her castanets

She stripped away
Her rancid poncho
An' laid out naked by the door
We did it till we were un-concho
Yes, and we kept on doing it and doing it
and then we did it some more.