MUTINY IN STEREO LP/CD Mint/Lookout!/Screaming Apple Records 2004. Produced by David Carswell and the Smugglers at the Factory and JC/DC, Vancouver BC.

PIRATE SHIPS (written by Nick, 1998)

He’s been up all night, spinning right through the storm
The sea-sick DJ wipes the sickness off the microphone

Response to Radio Luxembourg proved rock ‘n’ roll needed to be heard
around the clock and around the world

As the tubes warm up anticipation runs wild (runs wild)
“Turn that rubbish off, you crazy child!” (the child)

The BBC won’t touch this beat it goes in my ears and out my feet,
dance with me baby, my spine is tingling!

Turn up the Pirate Ships
Oh Caroline we adore you
Radio London, where are you?
Just three miles off shore

Turn up the Pirate Ships
and we’ll rock ‘n’ roll back and forth with you

La la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la

BILLY BILLY (written by Nick, 2003)

Teacher says be quiet or you’re gonna cause a riot,
Speaking nonsense is no way to make some cents.

Ooo, you think you’re different, they think different, not efficient,
Well listen up, you ladies and you gents.

The time has come to say what’s on my mind:

Billy-Billy-Telly-Telly-Ba-Ba (x4)

Drunk on vanilla, I’m a three bottle killa,
Guilty since the first day that I spoke.

From then on I was fabled, labeled: disabled,
only knowing what I can’t do? That’s a joke.

The time has come to say what’s on my mind:

Billy-Billy-Telly-Telly-Ba-Ba (x8)

LARRY WHERE ARE YOU? (written by Grant at Bikini Beach, 2002)

You didn’t say when you would come around
You didn’t say when I’d see you again
You didn’t say if you were safe or sound
You didn’t say if you would be here when

Iceland, Greenland or Winnipeg,
The Redwoods or in my Vancouver BC
When you gonna be in my town again,
Instead of Portsmouth or London way across the sea?

Oh Larry Where Are You Tonight?
Oh Larry where are you tonight?
Oh Larry, Larry Larry, la la
Oh Larry, Oh Larry, la la

You didn’t say when you would come around
You didn’t say when I’d see you again
You didn’t say if you were safe or sound
you didn’t say if you would be here when

And in 1994 was when we first met
In 1995 we were the teacher’s pet
In 1996 punk broke again
In 1997 we were broke again

Oh Larry where are you tonight?
Oh Larry where are you tonight?
Oh Larry, Oh Larry la la
Oh Larry, Larry Larry, la la
Oh Larry Oh Larry la la
Oh Larry, Larry Larry la la
Oh Larry where are you tonight?
Oh Larry where are you tonight?
Oh Larry where are you tonight?

LOVE AT FIRST FIGHT (written by Nick, 2003)

There was a violent outburst
and with that everything felt right
reluctant to pull back his bow
cupid wounded the man on the right

Maybe it was the mommy’s curse
the leash was short and the collar was tight
well on his way to Xanadu
Freud slipped her the tongue that night

There’s no “I” or “you” in “we” you see
and love is a minus sign
c’mon c’mon tell me that it’s wrong
‘cause when you let me it’s not a crime

There was a violent outburst
and with that everything felt right
It was love at first
Love At First Fight

I’ll lean on you ‘til you tumble over
and I’ll scream at you when you fall down
I’ll tell you that you’re my four leaf clover
then I’ll pick your leaves in a wedding gown

There was a violent outburst
and with that everything felt right
reluctant to pull back his bow
Cupid wounded the man on the right

Maybe it was the mommy’s curse
the leash was short and the collar was tight
it was love at first
Love at first fight!
Love at first fight!
Love at first fight!

THE GET UP SYNDROME (“written” by Grant, 2001)

Get up!
Get down!
Get up!
Get down!

I like you body
and I like your movements baby
You’re like the sunshine
and you got the groovements baby

I wanna tame you
I wanna wanna piece of your slaxtion
I wanna maul you
I wanna wanna wanna wanna wanna wanna wanna wanna wanna GET UP!

Get down!
Get up!
Get down!
Oh when the body shakes
it starts to quiver and quake
and you really start freakin out
you’re in the Smugglers groove
and everbody’s movin
Everybody really starts freaking out!

Get up!
Get down!
Get up!
Get down!

Get up! Get up syndrome
Get down! Get up syndrome
Get up! Get up syndrome
Get down! Get up syndrome

DON’T MESS WITH BEEZ (written by Grant, 2001)

Whatever you please, please, please
Don’t Mess Around With Beez

He’s had so many girlfriends I couldn’t tell ya
But everybody loves him cuz he’s known as a really good fella
went to Europe with a moustache and a fedora
that was ’83 and there’s a lot more that I can tell ya

But piss him off and pay a hefty toll
A carrot, kitty-litter and a punch in the nose
Whatever you please, please, please
Don’t mess around with Beez

Back in ’96 we were booked to play a black gay disco
Sweat and rock ‘n’ roll was the name of the game from the get-go
the shit hit the fan when some kids snuck into our backstage
Beez finished the show, found the kids, and flew into a blind rage

Deprive him of sleep and prepare to die,
But fresh from a nap he’s a fabulous guy
Whatever you please, please, please
Don’t mess around with Beez

Don’t forget the time when he dressed up like a sultan
or the time when he discovered he was Italian

All night jams and Moroccan hash,
tight leather pants and a crush on cash,
whatever you please, please, please,
Don’t mess around with Beez
Mess around, mess around
Mess around with Beez
Mess around, mess around
Mess around with Beez
Whatever you please, please, please
Don’t mess around with Beez

MACH 1 (written by Dave, 1992 – see Wet Pants Club lyrics)

SHOCK THE SHANKER (written by Grant, 2002)

What’s the state, what’s the state I’m in?
I need a rock ‘n’ roll fix.
I’m headed east to the capital city,
to hear familiar licks

Oh there is dancing, and kissing, and fucking around
down at Ron and Al’s
and we got a surprise for the king of the hill,
from our bag of tricks

You gotta shock!
Shock the Shanker!
You gotta shock!
Shock the Shanker!
Shock, shock the Shanker
Shock, shock the Shanker
Shock, shock the Shanker
Shock, shock the Shanker

What’s the fix, what’s the fix I’m in?
I need a total release.
I’m headed straight for the Ottawa valley
To feel the rock n roll heat

Oh there is dancing and kissing and fucking around
down in the Market Place
and when our bellies are full from the venison stew,
the Dominion explodes!

You gotta shock!
Shock the Shanker!
You gotta shock!
Shock the Shanker!
Shock, shock the Shanker
Shock, shock the Shanker
Shock, shock the Shanker
Shock, shock the Shanker

Red hair oh so fiery
attitude oh so mighty
friend with a Squirrel
and all the boys and girls
he’s the king of Parliament Hill!

You gotta shock!
Shock the Shanker!
You gotta shock!
Shock the Shanker!
Shock, shock the Shanker
Shock, shock the Shanker
Shock, shock the Shanker
Shock, shock the Shanker

HAUNT ME (music written by Nick in 1995, lyrics by Grant in 2003)

Creaky bones and rusty joints
sore knees and pressure points
nasty hits and a temper flash
all set baby for the pain attack, alright

p-p-p-pain popping pills and a doctor’s note
all night twitching and a burning throat
body thrown upon the torture rack
let’s get ready for a pain attack, alright!

Yeah well you always haunt me
Yeah well you always haunt me

No more bottle of pills
no more late night chills
no more pain inside

Headache, sores and a twisted knee
blurry eyes and burning pee
Open knife and a can of bear spray,
my deepest fear is that bloody day

No more ice cold packs
no more coughing hacks
onto better times

No more aching bones
no more body stones
no more nights of pain
no more time to complain

SUNTANS ARE FOR WINNERS (written by Grant, 2002, in Hawaii, with assistance from John Denery and Nick Thomas)

Running from the cops with an acoustic guitar
I never thought we’d get that far
but the cops peeled off and left us to our party

Peeling through the park in the ‘62
honking at the kids all high on glue
but the cops showed up and told this ain’t our party

Ba ba ba ba ba

And it’s a great place to spend the summer
paradise found won’t you come along?
Good time are for the sinner
Suntans are for winners,
Suntans are for winners

Speeding up the highway on a gorgeous day
Clear blue sky over Horseshoe Bay
No cops in sight, that’s our excuse to party
The bash is at a house in the Properties
but it’s a Sentinel crowd so it’s time to leave
and the cops showed up and told this ain’t our party

Ba ba ba ba ba

And it’s a great place to spend the summer
paradise found won’t you come along?
Good times are for the sinner
Suntans are for winners
Suntans are for winners

Into the sun…
Into the sun…
Into the sun…
 

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