SONG TITLES AND LYRICS
All music & lyrics © 1998 Renegade Arts
except * Sam Samudio, BMI & ** Nathaniel Harp, BMI
1. PARTY IN MY PANTS
2. MENTAL FLOSS
3. ROT-GUT WHISKEY
4. LISTEN
5. WOOLY BULLY*
6. ONE FOR THE ROAD
7. BIRTHDAY BLUES
8. SHANNON'S SONG
9. PLAY THAT FUNKY MUSIC WHITE BOY**
10. TOP 10 LIES
11. I DON'T NEED YA
12. ROCK WHILE YOU CAN
R. Horn (BMI)
I got up this morning with a feeling in my head, Itd be groovy if youd be layin with me in my bed.
All day long Im swellin from the River of Desire, Better hose me down there, Darlin, cause youre stokin up my fire.
I cant stand the pressure cause somethins gonna blow. Girl, just listen to me cause theres something you should know.
Theres a party in my pants. Theres a party in my pants. Theres a party in my pants. And baby dont ya wanna come?
Well, turn me down and hurt me, Darlin, I dont really care, Ive become a time-bomb in explodin underwear.
The air is gettin hotter from the perfume that you use, If you get any closer, Baby, youll ignite my fuse.
The Earth will be a tremblin for 20 mile or so, So, hunker in my bunker and get ready for the blow.
If you need some protection, Honey, I have got the gun, Get a load of my hot pistol, Darlin, its not just for fun.
I dont take shootin lightly and I wont invite the town, But, youve a standin invitation, Girl, if you want to get down.
Theres party hats and favors and the tunes are kinda hip, So walk your stockings over, Honey, Ill provide the dip.
Mental Floss
R. Horn (BMI)
Oh baby, Tell me just what gets you off
Baby, When your ship is gettin tossed
When you want to clear your mind, What do you use for mental floss?
Oh baby, I know what gets you off
I said Baby, Ill run barefoot through your moss
When you want to clear your mind, I will be your mental floss!
Rot-Gut Whiskey
R. Horn (BMI)
Loaded to the gills on Rot-Gut Whiskey, Better know I made my own way.
Ive paid my debts and I got no regrets, Come listen to me children, hear what Ive got to say.
Been loaded to the gills on Rot-Gut Whiskey, Bout to lose my mind,
Loaded to the gills on Rot-Gut Whiskey, And Ive been wastin time.
Well, I broke down in Buddys hometown, Flat broke and busted at the Cotton Club.
I hit some bars and started seein stars, I ate some pavement outside every pub.
So, if youre down and out in Podunk, And youre checkin out the night-time scene.
Well, be aware, it gets dangerous out there, When youre shootin whiskey them ol streets can turn mean.
LISTEN
R. Horn (BMI)
Listen, Hear the wind blow. Listen, Fear what you know.
The passing of time, Has made us all blind. Weve witnessed the Crime, Of Souls.
Listen, Hear the dead cry. Listen, They ask us why,
We buried their name To cover our shame. But were all the same, We die.
One For The Road
S. Ryan (BMI)
Its getting late but were just getting started, The band is done and the lights are comin on
Guess I lost another beer on the dance floor, The waitress says, "You should be long gone"
But I aint done with this night, Im gettin ready to kick ass, I aint done with this night yet.
Bassmans gettin louder by the minute, Guitars hands are full of honey pie
Im beggin ya please, just one more little round dear, If I cant have one last drink Im gonna die!
Cause I aint done with this night, Im gettin ready to kick ass, I aint done with this night yet
One for the road (You hear me talkin I need)
One for the road (Then Ill be outta here)
One for the road (Just give one more waitress)
One for the road
Cause I aint done with this night, Im gettin ready to kick ass, I aint done with this night yet.
The crowd is gone, theyre moppin down the dance floor, It looks like well be closin down the hall
Im beggin ya please just one more little round dear, One last taste of demon alcohol
Cause I aint done with this night, Im gettin ready to kick ass, I aint done with this night yet.
Birthday Blues
R. Horn (BMI)
Well, I hear its your birthday, Now, how old are you?
Thats what ya told us last year isnt it? Now, whos foolin who?
You aint gettin any younger, No way, no how!
The time for celebrating Is right here and now.
Yeah, its your birthday And you got them Birthday Blues.
I said, its your birthday And you got them Birthday Blues.
Well, Im glad it aint my birthday, Cause then Id be old just like you!
Theres so many candles On your birthday cake,
It looks like a bonfire, Baby. For goodness sake!
Your best friend got you a stripper. Mom baked you a pie. (A cherry pie!)
Your daddy told you the facts of life, "First you get old, then you die!"
Well, it's your birthday And I hope you're havin' fun.
I said, it's your birthday And I hope you're havin' fun.
Let's party on your birthday, 'Cause this might just be your last one!
Shannons Song
S. Ryan (BMI)
Baby girl, The stars are in your eyes. Baby girl, The stars are in your eyes.
Your daddy loves to see ya smile. So, look at me for a little while. I thank the Lord each day you are my child.
Baby girl, The stars are in your eyes.
Baby girl, I hate to see you weep. Baby girl, I love to see you sleep.
I wonder who youre dreaming of, Who youre with and who youll love. And yet I know you were sent from up above.
Baby girl, The stars are in your eyes.
Now I know it wont be long. Youll grow up fast and be on your own. So, take your time. Give me a chance to sing this song.
TOP 10 LIES
R. Horn (BMI)
The checks in the mail and I promise to pay, "Ill gladly pay you Tuesday for a hamburger today"
These are a few of the things we hold true, Deceit never dies, so here are the Top 10 Lies
My auntie is sick and I cant make our date, I had a flat tire, or I had to work late (yeah, thats it)
The webs that we weave are now crushing our faith, Weve lost sight of truth, but we still have our Top 10 Lies
Our leaders are good and the system wont fail, "No new taxes" and "I didnt inhale"
We sing that same song and the press heaps it on, Weve all become flies, so here are the Top 10 Lies
I DONT NEED YA
R. Horn (BMI)
I dont need ya treatin me like ya do; I dont ya thinkin me a fool
Youve been strayin and Ive been sayin youre wrong; Ive been needin but you aint been heedin baby
Ive been patient but you kept me waitin too long
I dont need ya wastin all my time; I dont need ya treating me like slime
Endless midnights when you told me you would be home; I was wantin while you were out huntin baby
I tried to warn you but now youll be left all alone
I dont need ya spendin all my cash; I dont need ya to throw me out like trash
Ya took it all until there was nothing left to give; Ya never earned it but you sure could burn it baby
Now its hopeless and this is just no way to live
I dont need ya Im goin my own way; I dont need ya theres nothing left to say
Broken promises fall from your lips to my ears; But I cant hear you Im deafened by pain baby
So go and find someone whose eyes havent run dry of tears
I dont need ya; I dont need ya; I dont need ya; I dont need ya
ROCK WHILE YOU CAN
R. Horn, S. Ryan & Casper (BMI)
Brushin off the cobwebs from my trusty ol axe, Sometimes I think its my only friend
Wish that you could understand the way that I feel, I pack it up and hit the road again
All your friends are doggin me and sayin Im no good, Its drivin me insane
You wont hear my side you just put your friends first, You wouldnt come and see us if we were the last band on earth
You better rock while you can, You better rock while you can
You better rock while you can, You better rock while you can
No one took us serious they thought we were a joke, Just some kind of funky toy band
But now were gettin email from all over the world, At least we got some cool cyber-fans
Youd just rather sit around and think that youre so good, Yeah you and all your ugly friends
Youd rather sit around and shovel up your dirt, You wouldnt see us if we were the last band on earth
I cant wait forever for you to come around, Theres just too much rockin to do
Were just out to party and to have a good time, And if you want your friends can come too
Judgin by the dancers on the bar every night, We must be doin something right
This is the time and place you want to quench your thirst, So raise your glass and drink a toast to The Last Band On Earth