Lyrics

Well, everything is space-age now, so we figured we save some trees and put the lyrics from our new albums here. 
From "Go Tiger, GO!"
Thunderhead

Music: McIlvain

Lyrics: McIlvain

Well I’m goin down to Texas,

Gonna let my spirit roam

Goin down to Texas

Find the woman I call home

 

There’s crashing in the distance

A wall of flashing black

The wind is pushin poplar trees

Over on the their backs

 

This highway is so lonely

But notihn’ else will do

I’d ride a thousand miles

For just one night of lovin' you

 

There could be twisters’ comin'

Across the darkened plains

No shelter from the storm                 

No shelter from the drivin' rain

Thunderhead

Your love is like thunder

LIke a storm, like a thunderhead

 

Your lovin’s like a cloudbank

Whose power never dies

And when we are apart

I know your heart would never lie

 

I know I’ll hold you close again

With lightning in my hands and eyes

I promise that my love for you

Is bigger than the Texas sky

Thunderhead

Your love is like thunder

LIke a storm, like a thunderhead

 

Thunderhead

Robbin' Hood

Music: McIlvain/Goessl

Lyrics: McIlvain

Shes a pretty little number

and shes gonna make you wonder

When she’s comin back around

But don’t be fooled by her lovely smile

She’s the slickest thief in town

And if you get a notion she’s needin’ your devotion

Better step to the back of the line

I know nine fellas and a couple of gals

who are the victim of her crimes

When you see her best believe her when she says

WATCH OUT!

She’ll she knows you ain’t gonna put up a fight

Whip-smart wit and her candy lips

She wears a green dress but don’t wear no tights!

Somebody call the sheriff !

There’s a robbery about to start

Somebody call the sheriff ! 

'Cause that red-headed thief 's 'bout to steal my heart

 

Well she won’t take your money

to give to the poor

Even though she could,

She’s a gonna leave you reelin’

She’s a pretty heart-stealin’

Thievin’, Robbin’, Hood.

When she walks in the room everybody goes WOW!

The cats stop dancin’ and they flip their lids

Picks out her mark, hits him in the heart, 

Better than Cupid ever did

Somebody call the sheriff !

She’s stolen every heart in sight!

Somebody call the sheriff !

Cause I thinks these other chicks

are looking for a fight

What if his name was Little John?

(She’s gonna steal his heart!)

What about Much The Miller’s Son?

(She’s gonna steal his heart!)

What about that fella named Alan a’Dale?

(She’s gonna steal his heart!)

What about that fella named Friar Tuck? 

(He can’t get married, so he’s outta luck!)

Somebody call the sheriff !

She’s stolen every heart in sight!

Somebody call the sheriff !

'Cause I thinks these other chicks

are looking for a fight

I might not be the marrying kind

But to keep her, I Sherwood

She’s a gonna leave you reelin’

She’s a pretty heart-stealin’

Thievin’, Robbin’, Hood.

Thievin’, Robbin’, Hood.

 

Go Tiger, GO!

Music: McIlvain

Lyrics: McIlvain

She’s a fine fierce woman

She don’t take no lip

Got the heart of a rocker

But she don’t wanna be hip

Blue Eyes Burnin'

Well, she got a lot on her mind

She prowls like a tiger

She gonna take her time

 

Go, Tiger….Go!

Tiger…..Go, Tiger!

Go Tiger Go Tiger GO GO GO!

 

She’s a real straight shooter

She don’t play no games

Well she’s not like the others

No, no no, I ain't namin' no names

Well she looks right through me

She's movin' in for the kill

Don’t even have to ask me

Baby, yes I will.

Go, Tiger….Go!

Tiger…..Go, Tiger!

Go Tiger Go Tiger GO GO GO!

 

She’s a smolderin’ fire

But she keeps her cool

When it comes to lovin’

No she don’t follow no rules

Well she’s not like a lion

She don’t need my pride

When we walk through the jungle

We’re walkin' side by side.

Go, Tiger….Go!

Tiger…..Go, Tiger!

Go Tiger Go Tiger GO GO GO!

Waiting On A Spring Divorce

Music: McIlvain

Lyrics: McIlvain

There’s a lady I know that’s so forlorn

How did she get so blue?

There’s a rumour goin’ all over town

And I heard its true

Just yesterday the summons and the lawyer came

I spose that means she’s called it quits

with “what’s his name”

And now there’s gonna be hell to pay

if she sees him in the yard

She’s given notice for him to stay on guard.

And now she’s thinking that life is swell

Knowin’ full well he’s gonna go to hell

Rockin' on the porch sippin’ muscatel

And waiting on a spring divorce.

How patiently she waits,

How patiently she waits,

Not a tear in her eye, and a happy sigh,

She’s waiting for a spring divorce.

Well there's a lady I know she just can’t wait

to say adieu

Cause she done wasted too much time

On a fella who’s untrue

 

She wears her finest dresses, made of silk and lace

And keeps a double-barrel loaded, just in case

She’s decided she's gonna do some work

on a little black book of her own

And date her way back to a happy home.

 

Cause she’s tired of being a model wife

Rather cut off his thumbs with a Bowie knife

Anxious to start the rest of her life

She’s waiting on a spring divorce.

 

How patiently she waits,

How patiently she waits,

Not a tear in her eye, and a bottle of rye

She’s waiting for a spring divorce.

You Dodged a Bullet

Music: McIlvain/Goessl

Lyrics: McIlvain

Well you got real high on a Wednesday night…

Drove blind drunk but no cops were in sight.

Got a call from a gal that you knew before…

She said she was a momma

but the kid’s not yours.

Lost your paycheck gamblin’

and your wife got bent…

Won double or nothing when you bet the rent.

You life’s been charmed by a shining star,

You don’t realize how lucky you are,

You’re a hep cat but you’re running out of lives…

Well you dodged a bullet!   (You dodged a bullet!)

You dodged a bullet!   (You dodged a bullet!)

You dodged a bullet!   (Hey!)

You dodged a bullet didn’t ya?

 

Well you had a wild fire out on the farm…

But the rain put it out before you lost the barn.

Other guy in the race, well he lost his nerve…

And you came back from Dead Man’s Curve.

Nearly got engaged to a girl so fair…

Then you found out she was a God damn square!

Better cool off or you’re gonna get burnt,

Don’t wanna end up in a world a hurt,

You’re a hep cat but you’re running out of lives…

You can only roll seven so many times before they switch the dice

Better cash out and settle down before you pay the price….

Right Type Of Woman 
(From The Wrong Side Of The Tracks)

Music: McIlvain

Lyrics: McIlvain

You’ve always been that type of gal

That way since you were five

And I’ve heard of all the careless talk

Bout’ the way you live your life

 

You never have been taken in so far as I can tell

And I know you’re the type of gal

Who really gives 'em hell

 

Oh, oh...  You got any icy stare

Oh, oh...  Your looks say “best beware”                 

Oh, oh...   To love you is a crime

Oh, oh...   But I'm ready to do my time

 

Your eyes are black as midnight

And you’re always looking for a fight

The type of gal no law can tame

You’re the right type of woman

from the wrong side of the tracks

and I think I’d like to know your name.

 

She drives souped-up Chevy

And she dresses all in black

And she don’t need no brass knuckles

To lay you on your back

She'll never play the wilting flower

She’ll spit right in your face

And if you show her disrespect

She’ll put you in your place

 

Oh, oh...  Yeah every eye’s on her

Oh, oh...  She's causin’ quite a stir

Oh, oh...  High heels and money to burn

Oh, oh...   And lessons I'd like to learn

                                                                               

You could stand above a bleeding man

A smokin’ pistol in your hand

And convince me that you're not to blame

You’re the right type of woman

from the wrong side of the tracks

and I think I’d like to know your name.

Trouble's Gonna Find You

Music: McIlvain/Goessl

Lyrics: McIlvain

There was blood on the gravel of the old mill road

Outside the limits of town

Where a thief and coward with a stolen gun

Shot my only cousin down

 

There were sycamore leaves on the wind that day

Outside the limits of town

Where I found the crumpled body

of my cousin there

Laying on the cold, cold ground.

 

I was burnin’ when I saw it

That horrible sight

all my thoughts turned to you

on that November night

There was one thing only one thing

I could see in my mind

a demon that screamed for revenge…

 

I think you oughta listen

Cause I'm coming after you

That trouble’s gonna find you

No matter what you do

I think you oughta listen

‘cause I think you oughta know

that trouble’s gonna find you

no matter how far you go….

I’ll follow you all the way to old Souix Falls

I’ll track you all the way to Cheyenne
And after you’ve paid for the things you done

I’ll I know I’ll be a wanted man

 

Through the dark nights of Nebraska

I’ll come after you

I’ve devised some brave punishments

And evil ones too

I’ve got no relations

And nothing to lose

So it looks like your debt’s coming due…

The Twilight Waves

Music: McIlvain/Goessl

Lyrics: McIlvain

Your eyes (telling secrets to the stars)

Reflected in the twilight waves

Look toward the horizon to

a place where your love is new

 

Your lips (moist with salt from the sea)

Have nothing more to say to me

So left them kiss me goodbye

And let my hopes wash away on the tide

 

On the tide

On the tide

You don’t want my heart anymore

Let it sail to a distant shore

On the tide

From "Launchpad Omega"
Mission To Mars

Music: Goessl/McIlvain

Lyrics: McIlvain

 

Got our jet packs stacked on the launching pad

We’re ready and standing by

The cosmic Caddy is fueled up                  

And we’re just about ready to fly                  

Well the read-out says that everything’s hip,

And the boys are ready for fun

Gonna flip your lid when the countdown starts-

7-6-5-4-3-2-1!

 

Blast oFF! …  Through the stratosphere,

Blast oFF! …Through the night!

Step on the gas and we’re lightning fast, quicker than a beam of light

Blast oFF!... Through the stratosphere,

Blast oFF!... To the Stars

Split atoms for power, we’ll be there in an hour

We’re on a mission, we’re on a mission,

We’re on a mission to Mars

 

Well over on Venus they’re real square

They don't know how to swing 

And don’t even ask about Mercury

Unless Kelvin in your thing

Gonna get real loose on some Martian hooch

Gonna dig all the martian chicks

At the Orbit Lounge we’ll dance above the ground

Zero-gravity gettin’ our kicks

 

Blast oFF!.. Through the stratosphere,

Blast oFF!.. Through the night

Step on the gas and we’re lightning fast, quicker than a beam of light

Blast oFF!… Through the stratosphere,

Blast oFF!... To the Stars

Let the jet-setters croon as they fly to the moon

We’re on a mission, we’re on a mission,

We’re on a mission to Mars

 

(We’re on a mission!)  Here from planet earth

(We’re on a mission!)  To find a brave new world

(We’re on a mission!)   I can be your meteor man

(We’re on a mission!) And you can be my galaxy girl

 

Blast oFF!... Through the stratosphere,

Blast oFF!... Through the night

Step on the gas and we’re lightning fast, 

Quicker than a beam of light

Blast oFF!... Through the stratosphere,

Blast oFF!... To the Stars

Split atoms for power, we’ll spalsh down in an hour

We’re on a mission, we’re on a mission,

We’re on a mission to Mars

Drive All Night
(Till I Get To You)

Music: Goessl/McIlvain

Lyrics: McIlvain

I got a hunger 

Like a fire that I can’t put out

Say it’s a wonder

I can keep a thought in my head

Your lovin’s something I’ve-a gone too long without

I need your cherry-red, turbo-charged 12-o-clock love tonight 

I need your cherry-red, turbo-charged 12-o-clock love tonight

 

Drive All Night 'till I get to you

Drive All Night don’t you leave me blue

I got full tank of gas and the road is clear

And I’m burnin’ up the highway in my highest gear

There ain’t no cop that can chase me down

And I’m hopin’ and a-prayin’ you ain’t out on the town

If you’re ain't home, I don’t know what I’ll do

Gonna drive all night till I get to you

I got a yearnin’

Something I never did feel before

You got me burnin’

Like a 4-alarm fire 

I’ve only had one kiss but I want more more more

Of your cherry-red, turbo-charged 12-o-clock love tonight 

I need your cherry-red, turbo-charged 12-o-clock love tonight

 

Drive All Night till I get to you

Drive All Night don’t you leave me blue

There’s 300 miles between you and me

Don't know the speed limit cause you’re all I can see

Got a fresh pack of smokes tucked up in my sleeve

If you say yes tonight then I may never leave

But if you ain't home, I don’t know what I’ll do

Gonna drive all night 'till I get to you

Gonna drive all night 'till I get to you

Gonna drive all night 'till I get to you

Gonna drive all night ….

'Till I get to you

Night Boat To Havana

Music: Goessl/McIlvain

 Lyrics: McIlvain

There’s a boat at the docks in Miami

It sails at a quarter past nine

When it casts of from shore, you wont know what’s’ in store

Or the things that I’ve got on my mind

 

Watch the lights disappear on the skyline

As the boat sails away from the pier

Just a couple of hours, and a few whiskey sours

Before the island of Cuba is near 

 

A daiquiri here, a daiquiri there

And then we’ll pause for a game of roulette

(come on, seventeen!)

Then we’ll cash in our chips and I’ll kiss your sweet lips

As we dance to a jazz quintet

 

We’ll be worlds away from our troubles

When we dine at Café By The Sea

With salted wind in your hair, we’ll begin our affair

Take the night boat to Havana with me 

Take the night boat to Havana with me

 

At La Florida Bar, we’ll kiss under the stars

Then stroll to Hotel Nacional

(as Mr. & Mrs. Smith!)

Take a dip in the pool then well neck in the cool

On a bench in the Parque Central

                  `                                    

We’ll watch the sun rise from the Prado 

Underneath the cool shade of the trees

There’s romance and excess if you just acquiesce,

Take the night boat to Havana with me.

Take the night boat to Havana with me.

Union Station

Music: Goessl/McIlvain

Lyrics: McIlvain

When the train rolls in to  Kansas City….

My gal will wear her finest frock

She’ll meet me down at  Union Station…

And we’ll kiss right under that big ol’ clock

 

When I get back home to Kansas City

The lovin’ will never stop

We’ll head to 12th and Vine

And have a real fine time 

 

When I get to Kansas City, 

When I get to Kansas City,

When I get to Kansas City, Kansas City Mine

I  want some steak and potatoes and an ice cold beer

The sound of Charlie Parker ringin’ in my ear

There may be lots of cattle but it’s no cow town,

I’m off to Kansas City, Kansas City bound!

Here comes the number 20, east from Abeline

Aint’ she the prettiest engine that you ever seen?

And Southward from Des Moines, there’s the number 9

And the number 6 from Texarkana is comin' in right on time

I see the Silver Streak Zephyr down on platform 4

The fireman’s wavin’, and she’s ready to go

And bound for New Orleeans, there’s the Southern Belle, 

If you listen to that whistle, think of the stories that train could tell...

All the fellas wear their two-tones and their hats and vests

the ladies sport their heels and their Sunday best

the Paris of the Plains is know for class and style

When I get to Kansas City, gonna stay a while

When I meet my gal in Kansas City

We’ll walk together arm in arm

We’ll take a stroll down on to Main Street

To the Savoy and all of its charms

When I get back home to Kansas City

The lovin’ will keep me warm

We’ll go to 12th and Vine

And have a real fine time 

 

When I get to Kansas City,

When Iget to Kansas City,

When I get to Kansas City, Kansas City Mine

Tall Cool Blonde

Music: McIlvain

Lyrics: McIlvain

T-t-t-t-TORY!!!!!

T-t-t-t-TORY!!!!!

5, 6, 7, 8!!!!!

T-t-t-t-TORY!!!!!

October Surf

Music: McIlvain/Goessl

Lyrics: McIlvain

 

Sunrise over the pine trees

The temperature’s fifty nine

We’ll have to wait 

Till the new year

To ride the returning tide

The beach is empty and silent

Except for the crash of the waves

Time to think about Halloween now

And keeping the zombies in their graves

The fires go out on the beach

And the days are shorter now

The wind from the north blows the waves 

With a fearful roaring howl

The ocean is filled up with corpses

After dusk, the beach is a place we dread

The harvest moon has the werewolves howling

They call out to the surfers of the undead

The fires go out on the beach

And the days are shorter now

The wind from the north blows the waves 

With a fearful roaring howl

 

They shamble toward the surf

HANG TEN! 

 

The fires go out on the beach

And the days are shorter now

The wind from the north blows the waves 

With a fearful roaring howl

The riptides of evil are calling

for the ghouls to crawl out of the earth

Better pack your stakes and holy water

If you dare to ride the October Surf

Victory Rolls

Music: Goessl/McIlvain

Lyrics: McIlvain

There’s a brand new chick that’s on the scene

Like a brunette version of Norma Jean

Smokes Lucky Strikes and drinks red wine

And I’m gonna make her mine all mine

But it ain’t the skirt that’s cut to there,

It’s about the way she does her hair

 

Well I don’t know where she got if from

From her pappy or her mom

But when she looks that way

She’s like Enola Gay

she’s about  to drop a bomb

 

oh oh oh Victory Rolls!

 

She works all day at the factory

But her past is shrouded in mystery

Hits the juke joint every night

Always plays it cool, never seems uptight

Got a red bandanna and lipstick too

Like the pin-up girl you wish you knew

 

Well she never was no flying ace, 

But she’s my hero you can bet

Cause with hair that high 

stacked up to the sky

She’s a Goddamn Patri-ette!

oh oh oh Victory Rolls!

 

Well I’d stand up and salute her

If it wouldn’t be obscene

But with that coiffure, you can be assured

She’s a riveting rockabilly queen!

oh oh oh Victory Rolls!

Seven Card Stud

Music: Goessl/McIlvain

Lyrics: McIlvain

Well honey, I know I’ve told you truly

That I love you more than life itself

But it’s good that you know, when I hit Reno 

There’ll be no women, craps, and keno

But there’s one place where I can’t help myself

When I’m drinkin’ at the Silver Dollar Bar 

At Harold’s Club, the best saloon I’ve seen

I won’t hesitate after three manhattans 

To find the table that fuels my passion

and mosey past the gals playing slot machines

 

In the corner there I hear the dealer calling

And I know I’m obliged no more to roam

And as much as I do love our house in Tucson,

Reno’s got the green green felt of home.

 

Seven Card Stud

Well my money’s on the table so deal me in

One up and two in the hole

After one card I’m four-to-the flush 

And we’ve got three cards to go….

Seven Card Stud 

 

I’ll call you from the Silver Dollar Bar

With one more manhattan in my hand

And sure it just might be right around midnight

But I promise things will turn out alright

When it comes to poker, I’m your man

I got rolled up trips and a lot of chips 

Gonna wait for a sucker to play

There’s a cat who dreams he can beat me with queens

You can bet I’m gonna make him pay

 

When I’ve had my fill, I get up from the table

And bid farwell to the club that I adore

then drive my T-Bird right back home to Tucson

Where I’ll kiss you and tell you that I’m your…

 

Seven Card Stud 

Condemnation

Music: McIlvain/Goessl

Lyrics: McIlvain

Hey hey preacher man, don’t you come around this way

I haven’t got the patience for the thigns you’ve got to say…               

I’d rather trust myself than put my trust i you

And live my life for doin’ what I want to do

There’s ladies here for  lovin’ and the Devil gets his due

God knows I don’t need your condemnation

Condemnation, baby

My aunts and uncles, cousins, kin, my mom and dad

the good book always told them everything I done was bad

A hypocrite’s a problem everywhere I roam

Let he who’s without sin go on and cast that stone

No rock has ever hit me and I see I’m not alone

God knows I don’t need their condemnation

Condemnation, baby

Well the devil’s not in gambling, not in rock and roll,

He’s in Wheeling, West Virginia in those mines of coal

And in the mills that make the steel in Allentown

And in the hearts of misers tryin’ to keep a good men down

And the preachers try and tell you you’ll wear a golden crown

Just pay your 10 percent before you’re rotting in the ground

They’re selling you a deal that will never come around

They're the ones deservin' condemnation

Condemnation, baby

Condemnation, baby

Condemnation

Dodge City

Music: Goessl/McIlvain

Lyrics: McIlvain

Driving east from the Rocky Mountains

and from Denver, their jewel in the west

There’s a warrant that’s made you an outlaw

So you play your cards close to your chest

 

There is no one you can call as an ally

No one you can call as a friend

No family you can call for a favor

So you drive as if this is the end

 

in the heat of the summer when you have no relief

and you don’t have a dime to you name

You can’t buy a Pepsi to hold to your brow

all you have to hold on to is shame

 

in the heat of the summer when you have no relief

and you don’t have a dime to you name

When the red lights flash in your rear view mirror

Dodge City is the end of the game

 

You open the driver’s door slowly

As the sheriff gets out of his car

You can see Boot Hill in the distance

And remember to aim for his star

 

He pulls his gun out of its holster

And he meets your cold eyes with a stare 

You take your aim at your judge and jury

And the bullets start to fly through the air

 

In a town called Dodge City, you’ll never escape 

The wounds you’ll never survive

As the your vision goes black you remember

The warrant said dead or alive

 

The warrant said dead or alive

(I'm Just A Half A Bottle Of Gin From)
Falling In Love With You

Music: Goessl/McIlvain

Lyrics: McIlvain

Leather booths, and candlelight

The cannelloni’s great tonight

You’re gorgeous in your blue chiffon

And I love the perfume you’ve got on

I can see an expectation, I’m certain that it’s true 

And there’s a welling of affection that 

I must express to you….

 

I’m just a half a bottle of gin from falling in love with you

I know it sounds like a sin, but nothing else will do

The conversation’s been scintillating 

But I’ve got to go and take my medicine

And that’s gin

 

There’s a world of wonder and possibility In your gaze

But if this thing's going to progress, there can be no delays

I can’t say the words you want to hear

'Till I make these martins disappear

The dance floor’s waiting, much to my chagrin

So kindly pass that half a bottle of gin.

 

Well I love Hedge Trimmer and Gun Club too!

Olives or a twist will do!

Please add a half ounce of vermouth

Because without vermouth, boys? (It’s just uncouth!)

Line up them glasses, boy oh boy

Like William Powell and Myrna Loy

Please don’t think that I’m a heel,

It’s tough to tell you how I feel-

Excuse me, bartender!  (Excuse me, bartender!)

Excuse me, bartender!  (Excuse me, bartender!)

 

I’m just a half a bottle of gin from falling in love with you.

I can see you’re dreaming of white picket fences and tea for two

But before I’m fitted with pipe and slippers

And meet your next of kin

Please kindly pass (please kindly pass) 

Please kindly pass (please kindly pass)

Please kindly pass that half a bottle of gin.

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