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Time To Get Out (Hackett)
Find me ninety miles from Cuba In a land that has no borders If the bomb can do it for you We refuse to take your orders We remember what you taught us Time to get out, while you can 23 and one half billion Joints were smoked by lunchtime that Thursday On the Steppes it's not so easy Vodka helps them sing much stronger Place your bets which side lives longer Time to get out, while you can...
Leaving (Hackett)
Endless fog and rain Grounded 'plane There an unshaved man Was exchanged Wonder if, a cold grey sky They led me here to die (You can telephone from here) When you wish (Time to run away from here) Won't be missed at all Turn the snow to red Someone fled Tell the viewers Were you starved or fed? Running wild, a hunted deer Her eyes were filled with fear (People dream in colour here) So they said (Shine your shoes from ear to ear) Right or left, the west
The Toast (Hackett)
Round and round and up and down Round and round and up and down Drinking all the wine we found Not so easy to remain Steady, happy Round and round and up and down Round and round and up and down Drinking all the wine we found Not so easy to remain Steady, happy Say it soft and say it slow Tell me what I want to know Pour it 'till it overflows Love may come and love may go Such a pity
The Show (Hackett)
Yes, I'm such a simple man Just book me on the flight Every day's another place Playing into the night And you can't unwind You're wrecked before the show Everything's fine when you feel that "Johnny go go go" - go go Will you play tonight for me? Promise I'll do my best Yes, rock music should be free Money's worth less and less And the walls should be cracked Four red faces make a noise All dressed in black I can't tell if they are girls or boys - or boys Will you play tonight for me? Promise I'll do my best Yes, rock music should be free Money's worth less and less And the walls should be cracked Four red faces make a noise All dressed in black I can't tell if they are girls or boys - or boys - or boys
Sentimental Institution (Hackett/Hicks)
I'll tell you a story About a girl who came my way We upped and married Three kids, a dog in Sante Fe Now she's gone I'm by myself I'm gonna join A sentimental institution I'm gonna pack Pack all my little old blues away But I didn't stay left on the shelf Mrs. Johnson from Wisconsin She's a widow, plain to see And Minnesota from Dakota Likes the way I make her tea Sweet as candy I'm gonna join A sentimental institution No-one to stop me From playing Benny Goodman all day So if you want romance Just step my way The band starts to play I can thrill her With Glenn Miller Or a song from Louis Armstrong With Jim Dorsey Or Arty Shaw, we Know this magic can't go wrong Old and lovely She's so wealthy But so ugly I've gone crazy Someone help me do