My Favorite Lyric

tommy the cat

"Well, I remember it as though it were a meal ago,"

Said Tommy the Cat, as he reeled back to clear whatever foreign
matter may have nestled its way into his mighty throat.
Many a fat alley rat had met its demise while staring point blank
down the cavernous barrel of this awesome prowling machine.
Truly a wonder of nature, this urban predator!
Tommy the Cat had many a story to tell
but it was a rare occasion such as this that he did:

"She came slidin down the alleyway like butter drippin off a hot biscuit.
The aroma, the mean scent, was enough to arouse suspicion in
even the oldest of the Tigers that hung around the hot spot in those days.
The sight was beyond belief!
Many a head snapped double, even triple, takes
as this vivacious feline made her way into the delta of the alleyway,
where the most virile of the young tabbys were known to hang out.
They hung out in droves.
Such a multitude of masculinity could only be found in one place,
and that was OMalleys Alley!

The air was thick with cat calls (no pun intended),
but not even a muscle in her neck did twitch
as she sauntered straight to the heart of the alleyway.
She knew what she wanted!
She was lookin for that stud bull.
She was lookin for that He cat.
And that was me.

Tommy the Cat is my name, and I say unto thee,

Say baby, do you wanna lay down with me?
Say baby, do you wanna lay down by my side?
Baby, do you wanna lay down with me?
Say baby
Say baby

Say baby, do you wanna lay down with me?
Say baby, do you wanna lay down by my side?
Baby, do you wanna lay down with me?
Say baby
Say baby"

Lacquer Head

Sometimes bored and sometimes lonely Pimple faced and rather homely He wasn't much for socializin' The TV kept a mesmerizin'

In one ear and out the other Picked up a trick from his older brother Got him a can of sniffin' sauce Pinned his mind up on a cross

Lacquer head knows but one desire Lacquer head sets his skull on fire Lacquer head knows no in betweens Huffin' on bags of gasoline

Sniffin' paint since the seventh grade She was high on gin and gatorade On turpentine she lost her luck Fell in front of a speeding pick-up truck

He was a boy of soft demeanor And he loved his carburetor cleaner The vapor made a sweet aroma He sniffed himself into a coma

Lacquer head feeds his one desire Lacquer head sets his brain on fire Lacquer head knows no in betweens Huffin' on bags of gasoline

Keep on sniffin' till yer brain goes pop

JOHN THE FISHERMAN

When he was young
you'd not find him doing well in school.
His mind would turn unto the waters.
Always the focus of adolescent ridicule,
He has no time for farmer's daughters.
Alienated from the clique society,
A lonely boy finds peace in fishing.
His mother says,
"John this is not the way life's supposed to be."
"Don't you see the life that you are missing?"

And he says...

When I grow up I want to be,
one of the harvesters of the sea.
I think before my days are done,
I want to be a fisherman.

Now years gone by we find man that rules the sea.
He sets out on a dark May morning .
To bring his catch back to this small community.
He doesn't see the danger dawning.
Four hours up, oh the ocean swelled and swelled,
The fog rolled in it started raining.
"The starboard bow." "Oh my God we're going down!"
The do not hear his frantic mayday.

And he says...

When I grow up I want to be,
one of the harvesters of the sea.
I think before my days are done,
I want to be a fisherman.
"I'll live and die a fisherman."
Calling John the Fisherman..