MUSIC: Lyrics: "Reckless", The Sports
Boys! (What Did The Detective Say?)
Cummings/Ed Bates
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What did the detective say?
He didn't say nothing actually
Just asked us what we're doin' sitting in the car
I said we were waiting for the lights to change
He said boys! You're actin' mighty strange
Boys! If I were you...
Boys! I wouldn't do...
I wouldn't do what you were gonna do.
Well I hopped back into the car
Wound the window up tight
Well we couldn't help laughing
When uh he came over and he opened the door
Boys! What are you laughing for?
Boys! Out on your feet
Boys! We're going down
We're going down to Russell Street
What did the detective say?
What did the detective say?
What did the detective say?
He said you'd better be going, better be on your way
I said boys!
I said boys!
I said boys!
Well I hopped back into the car
Wound the window up tight
Well we couldn't help laughing
When he came over and he opened the door, he said
Boys! What are you laughing for?
Boys! Out on your feet
Boys! We're going down
We're going down to Russell Street
What did the detective say?
What did the detective say?
What did the detective say?
He said you'd better be going, better be on your way
Boys!
Modern Don Juan
Guess/Neill
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You Ain't Home Yet
Cummings/Bates
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It's peculiar.
Something must be amiss.
You're holding back
When we kiss.
Where's that love?
It's in your eye.
You didn't even telephone
You expect me to let you in.
Well, maybe I will
But don't you forget...
You ain't home yet. (You ain't home yet.)
You ain't home yet. (You ain't home yet.)
Walk the streets
Stayed out as long as I could.
All that walking.
Understood.
Knock-knocked at your door.
Ain't gonna take this thing anymore.
Just gonna walk on by.
???? ?? ?????
I cannot forget.
You ain't home yet. (You ain't home yet.)
You ain't home yet.
Well, I need help
And I need it fast.
I need you
So love's gonna last.
Come back baby.
It's a - it's your man.
Sky was fallin',
Sky was black
Everything is just a Total blank.
Hearth sits cold
But I cannot forget.
You ain't home yet. (You ain't home yet.)
You ain't home yet. (You ain't home yet.)
You ain't home yet. (You ain't home yet.)
You ain't home yet. (You ain't home yet.)
You ain't home
Mailed It To Your Sister
Cummings/Bates
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Talked to the postman.
Said, "Don't give up, Kid."
Write me a letter
But you never did.
Standing on the steps
I was waiting at the altar.
Heart gives out
My feet start to falter.
Sis says, "It's okay."
I gotta learn to relax.
"Don't get upset till you
Get all the facts."
Hand me an envelope
With a telegram
Says she's run off
With the Best Man.
"I mailed it to your sister.
Yeah I sent it yesterday.
If it don't arrive
Yeah, you'll survive.
You'll do okay." (You'll do okay)
Dressed up, killin'.
Got nowhere to go.
Tell me the night's young.
"What?" I wanna know.
What's a boy supposed to do to get by?
They say life isn't easy but how hard are you supposed to try?
"I mailed it to your sister.
Yeah I sent it yesterday.
If it don't arrive
Yeah, you'll survive.
You'll do okay." (You'll do okay)
I ate, dejected, I'm starin' at my feet.
Red car revved up out in the street.
I've been jilted,
Feel wilted.
I'm a fool.
How come they didn't teach me this junk
Back in school?
"I mailed it to your sister.
Yeah I sent it yesterday.
If it don't arrive
Yeah, you'll survive.
You'll do okay."
Reckless
Cummings/Bates/Pendlebury
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I keep looking over my shoulder
I wake up at night
There's a moonlight
Running right across the room
A boy's hungry for his little girl
With her little girl lies
Sweet nuisance eyes
No one tell me just what it is
You can laugh
All that you like
Come here turn out the light
You're not so polite
In fact you're just like the rest
Well I don't want to look
She got me on such a tenderhook
It makes me feel
Yeah dangerous
You make me feel
So reckless
And it's a rainy afternoon
Watching the whores in the traffic
And I see that little girl running towards me
Wrapped up against the night
You can laugh
All that you like
Come here turn out the light
You're not so polite
In fact you're just like the rest
Well I don't want to look
She got me on such a tenderhook
It makes me feel
Yeah dangerous
You make me feel
So reckless
When You Walk In The Room
Jackie de Shannon
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Well I can feel a new expression on my face
Well I can feel a new sensation taking place
Well I can hear guitars playing lovely tunes
Everytime that you walk in the room
Well I might try to imagine that you might want
Me well I try to act nonchalont
A sunny ?winter day in?
Magic moon oh yeah
Every time that you walk in the room
Maybe it's a dream come true
Walking arm in arm with you
Wish I could tell you just how I feel
But I only have to say
That I can feel something pounding in my brain
Just about anytime someone speaks your name
Trumpets sound
And I hear thunder boom
Everytime that you walk in the room
Well everytime that you walk in the room
Everytime that you walk in the room
Rockabilly Billy
Cummings/Bates
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Rockabilly Billy bought an engagement ring
Gave it to his girl and she didn't say a thing
And now he's getting worried
Cause he sold his guitar
Had to get a job yeah parking cars
At school he was a fool
They thought he was an idiot
Had a look in his eye
And he used to laugh a lot
Said he couldn't take it
Said he didn't care care
Left and got a job pumpin' gas oh yeah
Don't get to see his old friends anymore
Since he met that little girl on the dance floor
Next week he's getting married
Gonna settle down
Gonna rent a place on the outskirts of town
Her mother thinks he's crazy
Her father does as well
Send them on a honeymoon
To a cheap hotel
Before he paid a deposit on an engagement ring
He used to think Carl Perkins was king
Used to be a wild boy
And be out every night
Putting money in the jukebox and burning the light
Billy's girl Nancy she's an usherette
Works split shift but she don't forget
After work Billy's waiting at the front door
They'll hug and kiss till their lips get sore
Her mother thinks he's crazy
Her father does as well
Send them on a honeymoon
To a cheap hotel
Rockabilly Billy bought an engagement ring
Gave it to his girl and she didn't say a thing
And now he's getting worried
Cause he sold his guitar
Had to get a job yeah parking cars
Her mother thinks he's crazy
Her father does as well
Send them on a honeymoon
To a cheap hotel
Down in Chinatown
Cummings/Bates/Camilleri
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where we should go
started to walk down a one way street
Got to tip your hat
Keeping down, down in Chinatown
but she don't
her way around
Sleeping down in Chinatown
Now she's sleeping down in Chinatown
Just a fuedal
Meet me down at the opium den
didn't make no sound
Keeping down down in Chinatown
Moon On A String
Cummings/Ed Bates
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Something
Just a
Don't
Got a moon on a string
Well I tried to make some sense
But I can't ??????
Gonna take a trip
I'm gonna
down with a hamburger
becomes more of a mystery
Put The Light On
Cummings/Ed Bates
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I couldn't sleep last night
I was not sleepy
I guess I must have been dreaming
I sailed a ship out at sea
Came a mysterious girl
She was carrying this letter
She said you must drink this
It'll make you feel better
She said it's good isn't it
I said oh my yes it is
????? her back was turned
I vanished
I put the light on
It makes my blood run cold
Well I don't need a rest
I just getting old
Well she was looking at me
I lit a cigarette
There came a moment
Well I never could forget
I fell into the water
Kicked my legs and I swam
I tried to figure out
How I'd gotten into this jam
I put the light on
I said I couldn't sleep at all
Well I was watching the shadows
And they were dancing up and down the walls
I put the light on
Well she came back into the cabin
And she did what she had to do
She left a note pinned to the door
Told me when she was through
Well my head it was spinning
I had a dizzy feeling in my head
I was hot and I was shaking
Yes I fell onto the bed
Well exactly what happened
I tell you I still do not know
But I got right out of there
While there was still time to go
I put the light on
I said I couldn't sleep at all
Well i was watching the shadows
And they were dancing up and down the walls
I put the light on
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