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All Lyrics ãSubway Darwins with Mike Loss (BMI)
Way
down south, in New Orleans,
Where
the Mississippi swings,
I met
a girl on Grandpa Street
Named
Louisiana Thing.
Well,
we got down to talking,
Before
a little while,
I
said, “Why don’t you spend the night with me
On the
Tchapatoulus mile?”
Roll
me over ‘ouisie,
Ride,
ride, ride.
The
things she fed me made me queasy,
But
they also made me smile.
She’s
chains & Cajun leather,
She
likes bottleneck stew.
And I
swear to blazes, brother—
She’ll
make a meal of you.
Somewhere
in the Holy Book,
The
angels had a brawl.
One of
‘em said, “If I can’t have my way up here,
I’ll
go where I can have it all.”
Well,
they kicked his ass right out the gates.
Men of
faith would agree,
That
he landed on his feet on Bourbon Street,
Said,
“There’s a kingdom here for me.”
Roll
me over ‘ouisie,
Ride,
ride, ride.
The
things you fed me made me queasy,
But
they also made me smile.
Sinning
ain’t the way to heaven;
I know
that sinning ain’t right.
But
thank the Lord I had twenty dollars;
I
would have been alone last night.
I’ve
been around this whole world,
Down
it’s rivers, hills and glens.
Virginia
is for lovers, in Pennsylvania you’ve got friends, but
Down
in Louisiana,
Where
the willow mosses grow,
They’ll
fill you up with that voodoo stuff,
And
watch your eardrums blow.
Roll
me over ‘ouisie,
Ride,
ride, ride.
The
things you fed me make me queasy,
But
they also make me smile.
She
likes closet lovers,
She
likes cocaine.
I
think I’ll take a trip,
And
slip my ship
Through
the Louisiana rain.
Her father was a baron,
That's where she got her class.
Painted tassles & leaded glass,
A portrait with a finger up her...
Ask for her name,
She said I'm called "The Other One,"
A swinger from a distance,
A sniper with a conscience & a gun.
And she's jive.
She feels like getting older;
What's she gonna do with her life?
Virgin lace, a frilly dress,
A table at The Lees,
A dozen suitors all in suits,
A topiary made out of trees.
Tangled in its branches,
She collects designer leaves.
In royal velvet she wraps her guests
And takes them out for crumpets & teas.
And she's jive.
She feels like getting older;
What's she gonna do with her life?
She's afraid of going
Round & round & round & down.
She's a bored contessa;
Don't take 'em alive.
She dances at the ball like it's nothing at all,
But she's aware that it's more than it seems.
It's a chance to dance with royal pants;
She's gonna keep it in the family.
And who do you recall,
Apart from all the savages?
Precious set of truffles,
Kings in the cabbages.
Oh, oh; round & round & round.
She took him in her castle,
Though some would say he crashed.
She gave up vassals, her men in brass;
She hocked an urban kingdom for an ass.
He gave her a name,
Which was other than "The Other One."
She commissioned benedictions,
For the marriage of a viper and a nun.
And she's jive.
You may feel like getting older;
Whatcha gonna do with your life?
And the way the men go
Round & round & round & down,
She's a bored contessa,
Don't take 'em alive.
She
said she gets what she wants by bein’ had,
She
lives in a world that works like that.
Have
a little wine, a friendship dinner
And
then we’re walking, talking,
We
stop along the Hudson River.
She
faces the water,
I’m
studying a dumpster,
She
says she might date a lawyer,
I’m
spinning and I want her.
Move
over; save a little bench for me.
The
bridge lights up the water,
She
mentions it’s colder.
I
joke about the time we almost got together,
After
all the years I’ve known her,
It
seems that we have missed connections.
She’s
telling me to go,
We’re
getting closer I can feel her.
We’re
almost touching; Yeah, we should stop,
‘Cause
there’s a fear here.
Yeah,
yeah, yeah
When
the feeling is wrong, it’s the right time
When
the feeling is wrong, why don’t we get together?
I am a creature of the ocean,
I am a creature of the sea.
When I die, I don’t want no commotion,
Just put the water over me.
Bring it down.
When I die, take me to the mountain.
Don’t want no burial at sea.
Way up high, the blue sky’s all around me,
Ain’t nothin’ goin’ higher than me.
Here we go.
Will he come back?
He is a creature of the…
Will he come back?
Take me higher.
Will he come back?
He is a creature of the sea.
Look
what you’re doin’,
Do you
want to bring the cows home?
No
point in banking on confession
With
your mouth closed.
Let me
get back
If you
do that, baby,
It’s a
full funk attack now,
Whatever
it is, it’s a “was,” not an “is,”
Keep
the whole crowd movin’ along.
You think
of me as a shady man,
Don’t
like my playin, say you can’t stand me.
That
might be, honey, but it reasons to stand,
Why do
you stay here?
Sure
ain’t my philosophy.
Let me
get back
If you
do that, baby,
It’s a
full funk attack now,
Whatever
it is, it’s a “was,” not an “is,”
Keep
the whole crowd movin’ along.
Baby
I’m in love with another.
She
said, “That ain’t right.”
Baby
I’m in love with another,
But
I’m givin’ it up.
Baby
I’m in love with another.
She
said, “Good God, y’all.”
Baby
I’m in love with another,
But
I’m givin’ it up.
Let me
get back
If you
do that, baby,
It’s a
full funk attack now,
Whatever
it is, it’s a “was,” not an “is,”
Keep
the whole crowd movin’ along.
Keep
the crowd,
Keep
the whole crowd movin’ along.
Keep
the crowd movin’,
Keep
the whole crowd movin’ along.
Street life, city nights,
Gonna get some funky.
When we’re all greasin’ or
groovin’,
Do you want to funky with me?
Do I get a chance to do that
tonight?
Life isn’t reason, or ruin;
It’s the funky stuff in between,
Get up some hooey tonight.
When I’m down and out,
My city’s all in tangles,
And I’m feelin’ lovin’-free,
I just adjust myself,
Put on my stars & bangles,
And there ain’t no stoppin’ me.
Livin’ in this town, bein’ master
of the realm
Between your feet and the ground—
Level, steep, sloppy & cheap,
Keep on doin’ what you’re doin’
Let the whole world see
Street life, city nights,
Gonna get some funky.
Funky, survival of the hippest
Funky survival
(Funky is what we are)
Livin’ in this town, bein’ master
of the realm
Between your feet and the ground—
Level, steep, sloppy & cheap,
Keep doin’ what you’re doin’
Let the whole world see
Funky. Gonna get some. Funky.
Gonna get off the ride with you
I was lookin’ for a substitute.
We’ve been freakin’
As we slip between the cracks,
And every time I speak to you
I tip my head and wonder, “Shoot.”
Despite your business,
I want to get you.
Honey, when I groove with you
You come on like a streetcar.
But you ain’t goin’ nowhere baby—
I know, ‘cause I’m the track.
You slow way down,
Until you’re hardly movin’,
Then go half as fast as that
If you want to get me
Ooh, yeah, ooh.
As I take the stand
To cover to you what I am,
I’m kinda feelin’ like a menu:
A man, a boy, a thief, a lover,
I’m no rock , unless you wanna be weighed
down.
I cannot be used for cover,
Girl
I wanna be your man I wanna be your
World
And I’m not your friend
I’m no gem among men
Let’s stick the fact, I wanna get you.
Lounge music,
The crowd’s all swayin’ to it.
I catch the motion,
But the band stops playin’.
Lounge music,
The crowd’s all swingin’.
Sweat, your body.
Groove me.
Hate to bring it up,
But I want to take you down,
And there ain’t no doubt about it
And every time I see you,
That’s just one more chance.
I cannot resist you
Though I aim to stay the plan.
Lounge music,
The crowd’s all swayin’ to it.
I catch the motion,
But the band stops playin’.
Lounge music,
The crowd’s all swingin’.
Sweat, your body.
Groove me.
Calling all you swingers
here
You think that you can
groove it?
Well it’s all in your mind.
She’ll spin you down,
She’ll make you prove it.
She was floppin’, slammin’
down,
When we was nothing in this
town.
They say she drove him to
his end,
But Grandpa died a happy
man…
Grandma’s got the funk.
(She’s funky.)
Grandma’s got the funk.
She’s funk.
Since before I can remember
when,
Grandma’s been a player of
men.
There was never a time,
Without some sucker tryin’
to get it on.
And I can still remember
My momma cursin’ in the
kitchen,
“Daddy it’s gonna cut you
down,
Scratch that trackin’
you’ve been itching.”
Grandma’s got the funk.
(She’s funky.)
Grandma’s got the funk.
Mama don’t you fear now,
‘Cause papa, he knows his
wrong from right.
‘Cause ever since Grandma’s
here,
Papa’s been so damn polite.
Oh, you better watch
yourself!
‘Cause I’ve been watchin’
you,
And I will break your back,
If you step on the groove.
Don’t you call her a bag.
Don’t you call her a bag
woman.
Don’t you call her a bag.
Why don’t you call me a
cab?
Grandma’s got the funk.
(She’s funky.)
Grandma’s got the funk.
She’s funk.
Magdalena,
I hear your quittin’ town.
Magdalena,
well you’d better stick around.
If
I can’t have you, I’ll see nobody will.
In
this little play I’ll put your name on every bill.
So
just you think about
The
deal that I command.
I
can’t believe you’d want to leave
A
man with such a hand.
Magdalena,
won’t you let me be your man?
Magdalena,
I’ll convince you if I can.
Clean
up my apartment, paint my kitchen blue,
Sign
your kid’s report card; I’ll do anything for you.
But
I just got to have some sweet domestic bliss.
Baby
please, hold my keys and take me for a kiss.
If
I can’t have you, I’ll see nobody will.
In
this little play I’ll put your name on every bill.
So
just you think about
The
deal that I command.
I
can’t believe you’d want to leave
A
man with such a hand.