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"IN THE HALL OF FAME" CD
PopLlama Products 1993. Produced by Conrad Uno at Egg Studios in Seattle WA, 1991, 1992, 1993. "Rock And Roll Was Never This Fun" (written by Dave, 1987 [originally titled 'Pins And Needles']) Rock and roll was never this fun, Rock and roll was never this fun (x2) We used to love Elvis til we saw Depeche Mode We used to love Elvis til we saw Depeche Mode We used to love Crimson til we saw OMD We used to love Crimson til we saw OMD Rock and roll was never this fun, Rock and roll was never this fun (x2) Take me away on a rocket ship Take me away on a starship girl Well I'm so bored of this heavy scene Take me away oh rock me away! Rock and roll was never this fun, Rock and roll was never this fun (x2) When we first wrote "Cans Of Love" We were young kids out for fun. Now we've written "Rosie" We're old farts but we're still having fun goddammit! Rock and roll was never this fun, Rock and roll was never this fun (x2) "Your Mom's The Devil" (written by Dave, 1992) You found out your mother was a cyclops, oh hey You gotta dig, dig, dig, up family information oh ho Last time you saw her she was Oriental And your father was a dog, dog, dog. She took charge where others had failed, That cyclops ate your friends She went to cool the streets now, That one-eyed mama tried to do the dishes and dropped every one! Teeth of a tiger the mind of a mom, Yesterday's meatloaf is primerib from a policeman. Beg that she won't drop you off at school, she's cool, but she ate the teachers as well! Your Mom's The Devil Oh oh oh oh (x 4) Pray for the end of life as we know it, Hell-fire destroyed the whole neighborhood. It won't end here, she's got tickets, She's going to Spain! Your Mom's The Devil Oh oh oh oh (x 8) "For My Lover" (written by Dave, 1988) Did you ever think, that we could fall in love again, making the same mistakes again? Our plane tickets are still good til May of '89 But we'll be out of touch by then. Play for keeps, is what she said we had to do, Now there's no one left to blame What's the point of making love when the Roman candle flutters and dies in the wind? But there's one thing that remains... You're my, you're my lover You're my, you're my lover For I, for I love her You're my, your my lover. Still it's a question my dear, Is our love strong enough, Without you I'll be OK, I'll be alone... Dance for free? Why no is what she said to me She left my golf clubs in the rain The catapults of love you fire it makes me sweat, it makes me cry oh why, when all I see is pain You're my, you're my lover You're my, you're my lover For I, for I love her You're my, your my lover. "Bourbon '92" (written by Dave at the Bourbon in Vancouver, 1992) I'm not a cop, not American, I just came to drink, to drink some beer, to drink some beer. I'd rather watch some old guy fall out of his chair, then watch the game, watch the game. You can be Louisa, with hair so blue, With hair so blue, with hair so blue Yellow bird, way up high in the mango tree, She waits for me, she waits for me. It'll take a miracle to get me out of here, To get me out of here. You can be Louisa, with hair so blue, With hair so blue, with hair so blue You can be Louisa, with hair so blue, With hair so blue, with hair so blue Bourbon '92. "Sexy Thing" (written by Dave, 1991) Oh sexy thing, you're sweet, and you never say nothing deep, and that's good, you know, all right, ok, let's go! When you come over, well I was ready, shiny boots and really cool, And that's good, you know, all right ok let's go! Will you still love me in my dreams I wonder? Will you still love me in my dreams I wonder? I used to wish you'd never be afraid, or forever lonely again. "Alan Thicke" (written by Dave, 1992) Jason, you were the last thing I thought of, when I hit that small child, was I drunk at the wheel? Or giddy just from thinking of you? Well I'm sorry that they cancelled your family, I can't believe that it ended this way, Mike and Carol and Ben and Maggie, Have grown out there "Growing Pains", and the world will never be the same, Without you. Alan Thicke. Holy shit is there no justice in the world that made you the king of this TV dream? Oh, the Nielsens can just go fuck themselves, you're Canadian you can work up here. Well I don't give a shit about that bitch Joanna Kerns, she's got nothing, you carried the show. We'll give you your own show on the CBC and we'll watch you every Tuesday night, From Tofino to P.E.I. We love you... Alan Thicke. We love you, Alan Thicke. "My Morrissey Shirt" (written by Dave, 1992) Oh sir a single cigarette? Oh look you're holding your face what's wrong? Is there a chance, I know, that you'd give one to someone else, But you're still just a banger in a garage, My Morrissey Shirt. Now you're yelling abuse at me, now you're starting to walk my way. If you could only see how manly you feel inside. Though you're still just a banger in a garage, My Morrissey Shirt. Who gave you the right to pick a fight with me? Our mothers love the both of us, now you hate me. Now you're driving a police car, you pull over for something gay. Are you better man, than the one that we both knew? No, you're still just a banger in a garage My Morrissey Shirt. "Invitation Only" (written by Dave, 1990) Most of the time I think you're an idiot, And most of the time I think you suck. Most of the time I just can't stand you, But a lot of people like you alot. Don't expect an invitation to my party on Saturday Don't think the mail was late and come anyway Make yourself at home at your house and start crying Cause the next time I see you I'll spit in your face. Invitation only How much did you pay to get in here? Invitation only Are you awake and why are you here? Invitation only Tonight you'll perform the ultimate party favour. Find a crowed room and stand on your head. God how tragic right here at the party, But nobody saw you and now you're dead. Invitation only How much did you pay to get in here? Invitation only Are you awake and why are you here? Invitation only "Canadian Ambassadors" (written by Grant, 1990) I like bikes, I dig cars, I like mountains and sitting under the stars I like chocolate, I like rock, I like my dog and sitting at the edge of the dock I like the Hangman and Skip Teasers I like it mod and I like it with some axle grease I got trouble, girl trouble, Cause I'm just a little guy with butt hair stubble Cause I'm a Canadian Puritan of Good Time Music A Canadian patriot of rock'n'roll A Canadian patriot of good time music A Canadian puritan of rock and roll Cause it's just the way that I live it here I'm an un-employee without any fear I just wanna be home tonight with my little baby sitting tight sitting tight sitting tight I like chicks and punk too, Dislike Arsenio love Donahue I like chocolate, I like rock I like my dog and sitting at the edge of the dock I like the Hangman and Skip Teasers I like it mod and I like it with some axle grease I like music when it shakes, but when it's slow oh baby get it out of my face Cause I'm a Canadian Puritan of Good Time Music A Canadian patriot of rock'n'roll A Canadian puritan of good time music A Canadian Ambassador of rock and roll GO! "Flyin' Buttress Of Love" (written by Dave, 1990) God what dribble if I was only able, To cut out the things in my life That don't make sense, well think of the time it would save In finding a really great time But everyday finds me without an exception To cause a distress and concern And I'm treated ok and today I'll sit at the restaurant with friends for hours And minutes will turn into days As the waiter would jerk me to laugh at his own expense "Well hi I'm Jeff" well get lost Jeff you suck Keep your hands and your laughs off my date And I know it's true, I approve of the Flyin' Buttress Of Love Two really good lookin' people Join forces and hands, But what do they talk about? That girl and that guy look at them She's almost as pretty as him Except that together they're ugly and that makes things pretty grim Kiss me I'm yours she says kiss me your mine So they kissed as puke slid down my chin And I know it's true, I approve of the Flyin' Buttress Of Love Two really good lookin' people Join forces and hands, But what do they talk about? Oh what do they talk about? "Fun In The USA" (written by Grant, 1991) Well it's time to go and say goodbye, We've had a real great time. It's time to roll to the next little town, south of the border now We're gonna have fun fun fun in the USA We're gonna have fun fun fun in the USA We're gonna have fun fun fun in the USA We're gonna have fun fun fun in the USA Sausalito and San Bernadino Pittsburgh and Boston too Maryland, Dairyland, Disneyland Where the fuck is Kalamazoo? Well it's all here in America, cars and girls and electric guitars! We're gonna have some fun In the USA We're gonna have more fun In the USA We're gonna have lotsa fun In the USA We're gonna have no fun In the USA "Hey, Stephanie!" (written by Grant, downtown Vancouver bus stop, 1989) I say a-hey punk rocker do you wanna punk rock with me? I say a-hey punk rocker do you wanna punk rock with me? I say a-hey punk rocker will you rock with me? I said a-hey Stephanie do you wanna do the bop with me? I said a-hey Stephanie do you wanna do the bop with me? I said a-hey Stephanie will you bop for free? HEY! I said a-hey Stephanie? Stephanie! Stephanie, Stephanie C'mon baby, Stephanie, Stephanie, Stephanie, Stephanie Ow baby, Stephanie, Can you bop with me? I said a-hey folk rocker do you wanna folk rock with me I said a-hey folk rocker do you wanna folk rock with me I said a-hey folk rocker will you bop with me? HEY! "Vancouver, BC" (written by Grant int the shower, 1990) Ra Ra Sis Boom Bah! Oh well I love Vancouver, Vancouver is my hometown Vancouver BC, Vancouver BC Oh well the sun don't shine and the rain comes pouring down Vancouver BC, Vancouver BC Oh where Hastings meets Main there's always a fight, At the Smilin' Buddha they rock all night I love Vancouver, Vancouver is my hometown. Oh well I love Grouse Mountain, I love to surf the slopes Vancouver BC, Vancouver BC Being dragged up the hill, hanging on to the rope Vancouver BC, Vancouver BC Oh well it hasn't snowed since 1948 And it's that kind of wow that makes it great I love Vancouver, Vancouver is my hometown And right, rain on me! There's the Skytrain, skytrain And the Ferry line, ferry line There's Robson Square, Robson Square But no Joey Kline, No Joey Kline? There's drunken thugs, drunken thugs Bitches and drugs, bitches and drugs Mulligan ahhh... Mulligan ahhh... Ra Ra Sis Boom Bah! Oh well I love Vancouver, Vancouver is my hometown Vancouver BC, Vancouver BC Oh well the sun don't shine and the rain comes pouring down Vancouver BC, Vancouver BC Oh where Hastings meets Main there's always a fight, At the Smilin' Buddha they eat all night I love Vancouver, Vancouver is my hometown. Well at the Granville Island Stage they can put on a show, Up on Granville Street, buy some blow! I love Vancouver, Vancouver is my hometown Vancouver BC, Vancouver BC Oh well it hasn't snowed since 1948 And it's that kind of wow that makes it great Well I love Vancouver, Vancouver is my hometown. "Calgarians Don't Dance" (written by Grant, 1989) Oh little girl won't you pardon me, Well I am blind and I can't see, I can't see through the dusty haze Cause your cowboy boot is on my face yeah Calgarians they don't dance Calgarians they don't dance Calgarians they don't dance Well what you doing baby sitting down? The band is rockin' and the beat is loud I'm shakin' shakin' shakin' baby like you should But all you do is chew your cud yeah Calgarians they don't dance Calgarians they don't dance Calgarians they don't dance Well I can remember that first day in September when we first rolled into town Drag racing tractors, over our laughter, gonna shut 'em down. But when we pulled into the club we got our faces slapped, It was right then there that we realized that Calgarians they don't... Dance Dance Dance Calgarians they don't dance Calgarians they don't dance Calgarians they don't dance I'm feeling sorry for you little girl, Having scary dreams about mechanical bulls You and Bud and Bo and Luke Duke Picture Slim Pickens in a three piece suit... OW! Calgarians do not dance Calgarians they don't dance Calgarians they don't dance Calgarians can't dance, Calgarians they don't dance Calgarians they don't dance.
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