(LYRICS - taken from liner notes and edited slightly for accuracy - sorry for delay) MAYBE (Maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe Life on the line Maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe) Trucking on down the road, centipedes in chorus line They're living in the middle of the road, despite the dirt and grime I stopped and said to one: "Hello", he smiled at me and asked mellow "Are you considering life on the line?" Maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe Maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe Admiring their sense of time and keeping up the beat Descended from my social climb and joined their dancing feet I dig the unison tapping and their relaxed way of rapping I like their way of be-bopping, they move as easy as talking Thousands of feet are no trouble, dance over every puddle Never get into a muddle Is there a better life than this? (Is there a better life than this?) The centipedes just say: "Gee whiz, that's show biz!" Maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe Maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe Is there a better life than this? (Is there a better life than this?) The centipedes just say: "Gee whiz, that's show biz!" (Yeah that's show biz) Maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe Maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe Just how do they keep their head? One day I wondered how So many of their brothers are dead, squashed by car, oh ow And then I realised weakly, carbon monoxide kills sweetly Will I be the next left on the line? Maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe Maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe Maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe Maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe FACE LIFT Some people start with a face lift Some make do with a space shift Some people start with a face lift Some get lost in a phase Some people start with a face lift (face lift) Some make do with a space shift (space shift) Some people start with a face lift (face lift) Some get lost in a phase Took a look in the mirror today Saw the sagging places running races for the right of way Oh oh oh oh Wrinkles at war, sieging more and more Scars of the past taking over fast Oh oh oh oh Some people start with a face lift Some make do with a space shift Some people start with a face lift Some get lost in a phase Some people start with a face lift (face lift) Some make do with a space shift (space shift) Some people start with a face lift (face lift) Some get lost in a phase Mastermind a new identity Junk the ugly features of the creature I don't want to be Oh oh oh oh Choose and erase; choose another place Make up a plan for a brand new man What will it cost? What if I get lost? Isn't a face really proof of place? Oh oh oh oh Some people start with a face lift Some make do with a space shift Some people start with a face lift Some get lost in a phase Some people start with a face lift (face lift) Some make do with a space shift (space shift) Some people start with a face lift (face lift) Some get lost in a phase I'll find out what my story is about If my state of being, here this evening, is an in or out Oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh ROMANCE A LA FRYING PAN Baking pan - you are a dream (are a dream) Crêpes suzette, berries with cream (real whipped cream) Butcher knife and garlic press (garlic press) Sandwich of salmon and very fresh cress (very fresh) He's a refrigerator fan (yes I am) And when it softly calls out: "Open me man!" (open me) There is just one decision (yes there is) Which piece should get the first incision? This seduction via frying pan So much sweeter than a diet plan He just can't resist, tries as he can Romance à la frying pan In the kitchen he begins to drool No need for pornos or a swimming pool This devotion calls itself gourmand Romance à la frying pan His stomach leads a life of its own (of its own) Sometimes it takes off for a snack all alone When he comes back full of ice cream cones (ice cream cones) He has to put up with his moaning and yawning and groans This seduction via frying pan So much sweeter than a diet plan He just can't resist, tries as he can Romance à la frying pan In the kitchen he begins to drool No need for pornos or a swimming pool This devotion calls itself gourmand Romance à la frying pan Some days when he begins to nibble On tables, I begin to think: His appetite is just a bit out of hand He needs a good defensive plan This seduction via frying pan So much sweeter than a diet plan He just can't resist, tries as he can Romance à la frying pan In the kitchen he begins to drool No need for pornos or a swimming pool This devotion calls itself gourmand Romance à la frying pan Frying pan, you have got to give up (please give up) Mixing bowl, you have tortured him long enough (long enough) Please don't tease him today, dear pasta machine (dear pasta machine) Don't start that song and dance, adorable, sweet aubergine This seduction via frying pan So much sweeter than a diet plan He just can't resist, tries as he can Romance à la frying pan In the kitchen he begins to drool No need for pornos or a swimming pool This devotion calls itself gourmand Romance à la frying pan This seduction via frying pan So much sweeter than a diet plan He just can't resist, tries as he can Romance à la frying pan In the kitchen he begins to drool No need for pornos or a swimming pool HOLD ON I'M COMING (This one isn't in the liner notes and seems to have changed some lines from the original) If you ever feel sad Lean on me, when times are bad When the day comes and you are down When you're in trouble and about to drown Hold on, I'm comin' Hold on, I'm comin' Go my way, no other You'll get somewhere, I'll be your lover (?) Don't have to worry, 'cause I'm here No feeling sorry, 'cause I'm here Hold on, I'm comin' Hold on, I'm comin' Hold on, I'm comin' Hold on, I'm comin' Reach out to me for satisfaction, whoa I'm in need for a reaction (?) Hold on, I'm comin' Hold on, I'm comin' Hold on, I'm comin' Hold on, I'm comin' If you ever feel sad Lean on me, when times are bad When the day comes and you are down When you're in trouble and about to drown Hold on, I'm comin' Hold on, I'm comin' Hold on, I'm comin' Hold on, I'm comin' I'm comin', hold on I'm comin', hold on I'm comin', hold on I'm comin', hold on I'm comin' TELL ME WHY Swore to be friends forever Grew up in the scene together Got drunk on beer, pierced our ears We used to meet in the subway We knew all the cheap bed and grub way You say that's dumb, well tell me why Don't tell me I'm too simple We knew each other down to the pimple You think you know how to hurt a guy Don't preach to me about the future As if it's bad to be a moocher Don't tell me lies, just tell me why Tell me why, tell me why, tell me why All you want is money, makes me feel so funny Tell me why, tell me why, tell me why When I say you're going straight, you don't even hesitate Don't wanna hear, don't wanna hear, don't wanna hear What you'll be earning next year Come on and try to tell me why Tell me why, tell me why, tell me why All you want is money, makes me feel so funny Tell me why, tell me why, tell me why You like starting work at eight, you know every credit rate Don't wanna know, don't wanna know, don't wanna know How you make your money grow Come be a guy and tell me why Why Why Why TRIPLE PERSONALITY At the unemployment office They say: Oh no! Here he comes! He's well-meaning but uncanny The most modest of bums He is hurt when we explain He is unemployable After working like a teuton He becomes unfindable Who can know, who can say Which of me is out today I dunno, I can't say How long which one's gonna stay There is one side of me That knows I am really three It is hard to believe A triple personality At the big downtown casino I can sleaze among the best I can down a load of vino That would scare off any pest I can gamble for a fortnight My tuxedo all askew Every lady with a birthright Will be sure to get her due Who can know, who can say Which of me is out today I dunno, I can't say How long which one's gonna stay In the house where I wake up at Lots of mail I know is mine Bank notes, business and women; Angry letters of every kind Every rich man needs a hobby I'm the first one to confess I have nothing better to do Than to straighten out the mess Who can know, who can say Which of me is out today I dunno, I can't say How long which one's gonna stay There is one side of me That knows I am really three It is hard to believe A triple personality Who can know, who can say Which of me is out today I dunno, I can't say How long which one's gonna stay HEAVY STUFF I had never been afraid of expeditions Until an Arctic journey changed my mind We knew we'd gone too far when all our transmission went Hay wire, but why, no one on board could find We flew low enough To get the heavy stuff Didn't know enough About that heavy stuff No one was suspecting this kind of interference But a smallish Eskimo with a reindeer Charm in his hand made a mysterious appearance And looked happy, too happy to see us stupify-fy with fear We flew low enough To get the heavy stuff Didn't know enough About that heavy stuff All our self-defence devices shot off by themselves No one could read or write this or even call for help This fast disintegrating of man and his machines Left us numb and babbling: oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh We flew low enough To get the heavy stuff Didn't know enough About that heavy stuff We flew low enough To get the heavy stuff Didn't know enough About that heavy stuff We flew low enough To get the heavy stuff
SKUNK IS IN THE WAY I got to take a shit Waited all week for it Back to the outhouse at a run At the door what's sittin' in the sun? Oh, a skunk is in the way Oh, imagine my dismay Oh, a skunk is in the way Oh, make him go away This emergency calls for real fast thinking If I wait too long I'll be stinking That is the idea, but isn't it too crass? A duel with weapons of gas Oh, a skunk is in the way Oh, imagine my dismay Oh, a skunk is in the way Oh, make him go away Oh, a skunk is in the way Oh, imagine my dismay Oh, a skunk is in the way Oh, make him go away I prepared myself for the decisive shot It left me smokin', woke him faster than I thought Pure amazement shown out from his striped face He made a bow and gave, he gave me his place Oh, a skunk was in the way Oh, imagine my dismay Oh, a skunk was in the way Oh, I made him go away KEEPING HOUSE I'm feeling handsome, since you came along This house is our mansion, pretending isn't wrong You dust nooks and crannies, I answer the door But when those two ol' grannies kick off, we'll have much more Keeping house and butlery Is a good investment Keeping house and butlery Knowing their testament Grannies, goodbye, bye bye Goodbye wealthy ladies, deaf and trying souls Perhaps we'll meet in Hades, working for the trolls Slow but steady poisoning, two glasses daily, spiked with death You feel nothing, too bad you're not dead yet Keeping house and butlery Is a good investment Keeping house and butlery Knowing their testament Grannies, goodbye, bye bye Keeping house and butlery (keep it clean, keep it clean, keep it clean, keep it clean) Keeping house and butlery (get the door, get the door, get the door, get the door) Grannies, goodbye, bye bye bye bye bye bye Keeping house and butlery (drink it down, drink it down, drink it down, drink it down) Keeping house and butlery (night and noon, night and noon, night and noon, night and noon) Our turn is coming Our turn is coming Our turn is coming soon (I WANNA) RUB YOU Genius wanted, I read in an ad, so I phoned the agency with the last money I had You gotta, you gotta, you gotta, you gotta, you gotta take me (Since I'm a genius, I knew that they would innately) Can you work wonders? Yes, with a flick of the wrist Cane you solve problems? Sure, shall I check off a list Just let me rub you I wanna rub you Pick me up at the telephone booth I had to ask him face to face, if he was telling the truth By golly, by golly, by golly, by golly, he came in a flash With a bottle beside him, some kind of a flask Are you the genie? No, I'm the genius that called Do you need work? Well yes, and so inside I crawled Now let me rub you I wanna rub you And if I need you, I know you just make a wish What shall I feed you? Fried brains is my favourite dish Then can I rub you I wanna rub you What a job and what fringe benefits What a challenge for me, I'm a genie with wits I sit on, I sit on, I sit on, I sit on, I sit on my butt When I'm not saving my master, who's a very nice nut How about Canasta? Well yeah, we haven't played in a while Or a disaster? You sure know how to make a guy smile When can I rub you I wanna rub you
(LYRICS - taken from liner notes and edited slightly for accuracy - sorry for delay)
MAYBE
(Maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe
Life on the line
Maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe)
Trucking on down the road, centipedes in chorus line
They're living in the middle of the road, despite the dirt and grime
I stopped and said to one: "Hello", he smiled at me and asked mellow
"Are you considering life on the line?"
Maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe
Maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe
Admiring their sense of time and keeping up the beat
Descended from my social climb and joined their dancing feet
I dig the unison tapping and their relaxed way of rapping
I like their way of be-bopping, they move as easy as talking
Thousands of feet are no trouble, dance over every puddle
Never get into a muddle
Is there a better life than this? (Is there a better life than this?)
The centipedes just say: "Gee whiz, that's show biz!"
Maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe
Maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe
Is there a better life than this? (Is there a better life than this?)
The centipedes just say: "Gee whiz, that's show biz!" (Yeah that's show biz)
Maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe
Maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe
Just how do they keep their head? One day I wondered how
So many of their brothers are dead, squashed by car, oh ow
And then I realised weakly, carbon monoxide kills sweetly
Will I be the next left on the line?
Maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe
Maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe
Maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe
Maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe
FACE LIFT
Some people start with a face lift
Some make do with a space shift
Some people start with a face lift
Some get lost in a phase
Some people start with a face lift (face lift)
Some make do with a space shift (space shift)
Some people start with a face lift (face lift)
Some get lost in a phase
Took a look in the mirror today
Saw the sagging places running races for the right of way
Oh oh oh oh
Wrinkles at war, sieging more and more
Scars of the past taking over fast
Oh oh oh oh
Some people start with a face lift
Some make do with a space shift
Some people start with a face lift
Some get lost in a phase
Some people start with a face lift (face lift)
Some make do with a space shift (space shift)
Some people start with a face lift (face lift)
Some get lost in a phase
Mastermind a new identity
Junk the ugly features of the creature I don't want to be
Oh oh oh oh
Choose and erase; choose another place
Make up a plan for a brand new man
What will it cost? What if I get lost?
Isn't a face really proof of place?
Oh oh oh oh
Some people start with a face lift
Some make do with a space shift
Some people start with a face lift
Some get lost in a phase
Some people start with a face lift (face lift)
Some make do with a space shift (space shift)
Some people start with a face lift (face lift)
Some get lost in a phase
I'll find out what my story is about
If my state of being, here this evening, is an in or out
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
ROMANCE A LA FRYING PAN
Baking pan - you are a dream (are a dream)
Crêpes suzette, berries with cream (real whipped cream)
Butcher knife and garlic press (garlic press)
Sandwich of salmon and very fresh cress (very fresh)
He's a refrigerator fan (yes I am)
And when it softly calls out: "Open me man!" (open me)
There is just one decision (yes there is)
Which piece should get the first incision?
This seduction via frying pan
So much sweeter than a diet plan
He just can't resist, tries as he can
Romance à la frying pan
In the kitchen he begins to drool
No need for pornos or a swimming pool
This devotion calls itself gourmand
Romance à la frying pan
His stomach leads a life of its own (of its own)
Sometimes it takes off for a snack all alone
When he comes back full of ice cream cones (ice cream cones)
He has to put up with his moaning and yawning and groans
This seduction via frying pan
So much sweeter than a diet plan
He just can't resist, tries as he can
Romance à la frying pan
In the kitchen he begins to drool
No need for pornos or a swimming pool
This devotion calls itself gourmand
Romance à la frying pan
Some days when he begins to nibble
On tables, I begin to think:
His appetite is just a bit out of hand
He needs a good defensive plan
This seduction via frying pan
So much sweeter than a diet plan
He just can't resist, tries as he can
Romance à la frying pan
In the kitchen he begins to drool
No need for pornos or a swimming pool
This devotion calls itself gourmand
Romance à la frying pan
Frying pan, you have got to give up (please give up)
Mixing bowl, you have tortured him long enough (long enough)
Please don't tease him today, dear pasta machine (dear pasta machine)
Don't start that song and dance, adorable, sweet aubergine
This seduction via frying pan
So much sweeter than a diet plan
He just can't resist, tries as he can
Romance à la frying pan
In the kitchen he begins to drool
No need for pornos or a swimming pool
This devotion calls itself gourmand
Romance à la frying pan
This seduction via frying pan
So much sweeter than a diet plan
He just can't resist, tries as he can
Romance à la frying pan
In the kitchen he begins to drool
No need for pornos or a swimming pool
HOLD ON I'M COMING
(This one isn't in the liner notes and seems to have changed some lines from the original)
If you ever feel sad
Lean on me, when times are bad
When the day comes and you are down
When you're in trouble and about to drown
Hold on, I'm comin'
Hold on, I'm comin'
Go my way, no other
You'll get somewhere, I'll be your lover (?)
Don't have to worry, 'cause I'm here
No feeling sorry, 'cause I'm here
Hold on, I'm comin'
Hold on, I'm comin'
Hold on, I'm comin'
Hold on, I'm comin'
Reach out to me for satisfaction, whoa
I'm in need for a reaction (?)
Hold on, I'm comin'
Hold on, I'm comin'
Hold on, I'm comin'
Hold on, I'm comin'
If you ever feel sad
Lean on me, when times are bad
When the day comes and you are down
When you're in trouble and about to drown
Hold on, I'm comin'
Hold on, I'm comin'
Hold on, I'm comin'
Hold on, I'm comin'
I'm comin', hold on
I'm comin', hold on
I'm comin', hold on
I'm comin', hold on
I'm comin'
TELL ME WHY
Swore to be friends forever
Grew up in the scene together
Got drunk on beer, pierced our ears
We used to meet in the subway
We knew all the cheap bed and grub way
You say that's dumb, well tell me why
Don't tell me I'm too simple
We knew each other down to the pimple
You think you know how to hurt a guy
Don't preach to me about the future
As if it's bad to be a moocher
Don't tell me lies, just tell me why
Tell me why, tell me why, tell me why
All you want is money, makes me feel so funny
Tell me why, tell me why, tell me why
When I say you're going straight, you don't even hesitate
Don't wanna hear, don't wanna hear, don't wanna hear
What you'll be earning next year
Come on and try to tell me why
Tell me why, tell me why, tell me why
All you want is money, makes me feel so funny
Tell me why, tell me why, tell me why
You like starting work at eight, you know every credit rate
Don't wanna know, don't wanna know, don't wanna know
How you make your money grow
Come be a guy and tell me why
Why
Why
Why
TRIPLE PERSONALITY
At the unemployment office
They say: Oh no! Here he comes!
He's well-meaning but uncanny
The most modest of bums
He is hurt when we explain
He is unemployable
After working like a teuton
He becomes unfindable
Who can know, who can say
Which of me is out today
I dunno, I can't say
How long which one's gonna stay
There is one side of me
That knows I am really three
It is hard to believe
A triple personality
At the big downtown casino
I can sleaze among the best
I can down a load of vino
That would scare off any pest
I can gamble for a fortnight
My tuxedo all askew
Every lady with a birthright
Will be sure to get her due
Who can know, who can say
Which of me is out today
I dunno, I can't say
How long which one's gonna stay
In the house where I wake up at
Lots of mail I know is mine
Bank notes, business and women;
Angry letters of every kind
Every rich man needs a hobby
I'm the first one to confess
I have nothing better to do
Than to straighten out the mess
Who can know, who can say
Which of me is out today
I dunno, I can't say
How long which one's gonna stay
There is one side of me
That knows I am really three
It is hard to believe
A triple personality
Who can know, who can say
Which of me is out today
I dunno, I can't say
How long which one's gonna stay
HEAVY STUFF
I had never been afraid of expeditions
Until an Arctic journey changed my mind
We knew we'd gone too far when all our transmission went
Hay wire, but why, no one on board could find
We flew low enough
To get the heavy stuff
Didn't know enough
About that heavy stuff
No one was suspecting this kind of interference
But a smallish Eskimo with a reindeer
Charm in his hand made a mysterious appearance
And looked happy, too happy to see us stupify-fy with fear
We flew low enough
To get the heavy stuff
Didn't know enough
About that heavy stuff
All our self-defence devices shot off by themselves
No one could read or write this or even call for help
This fast disintegrating of man and his machines
Left us numb and babbling: oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
We flew low enough
To get the heavy stuff
Didn't know enough
About that heavy stuff
We flew low enough
To get the heavy stuff
Didn't know enough
About that heavy stuff
We flew low enough
To get the heavy stuff
SKUNK IS IN THE WAY
I got to take a shit
Waited all week for it
Back to the outhouse at a run
At the door what's sittin' in the sun?
Oh, a skunk is in the way
Oh, imagine my dismay
Oh, a skunk is in the way
Oh, make him go away
This emergency calls for real fast thinking
If I wait too long I'll be stinking
That is the idea, but isn't it too crass?
A duel with weapons of gas
Oh, a skunk is in the way
Oh, imagine my dismay
Oh, a skunk is in the way
Oh, make him go away
Oh, a skunk is in the way
Oh, imagine my dismay
Oh, a skunk is in the way
Oh, make him go away
I prepared myself for the decisive shot
It left me smokin', woke him faster than I thought
Pure amazement shown out from his striped face
He made a bow and gave, he gave me his place
Oh, a skunk was in the way
Oh, imagine my dismay
Oh, a skunk was in the way
Oh, I made him go away
KEEPING HOUSE
I'm feeling handsome, since you came along
This house is our mansion, pretending isn't wrong
You dust nooks and crannies, I answer the door
But when those two ol' grannies kick off, we'll have much more
Keeping house and butlery
Is a good investment
Keeping house and butlery
Knowing their testament
Grannies, goodbye, bye bye
Goodbye wealthy ladies, deaf and trying souls
Perhaps we'll meet in Hades, working for the trolls
Slow but steady poisoning, two glasses daily, spiked with death
You feel nothing, too bad you're not dead yet
Keeping house and butlery
Is a good investment
Keeping house and butlery
Knowing their testament
Grannies, goodbye, bye bye
Keeping house and butlery (keep it clean, keep it clean, keep it clean, keep it clean)
Keeping house and butlery (get the door, get the door, get the door, get the door)
Grannies, goodbye, bye bye bye bye bye bye
Keeping house and butlery (drink it down, drink it down, drink it down, drink it down)
Keeping house and butlery (night and noon, night and noon, night and noon, night and noon)
Our turn is coming
Our turn is coming
Our turn is coming soon
(I WANNA) RUB YOU
Genius wanted, I read in an ad, so I phoned the agency with the last money I had
You gotta, you gotta, you gotta, you gotta, you gotta take me
(Since I'm a genius, I knew that they would innately)
Can you work wonders? Yes, with a flick of the wrist
Cane you solve problems? Sure, shall I check off a list
Just let me rub you
I wanna rub you
Pick me up at the telephone booth
I had to ask him face to face, if he was telling the truth
By golly, by golly, by golly, by golly, he came in a flash
With a bottle beside him, some kind of a flask
Are you the genie? No, I'm the genius that called
Do you need work? Well yes, and so inside I crawled
Now let me rub you
I wanna rub you
And if I need you, I know you just make a wish
What shall I feed you? Fried brains is my favourite dish
Then can I rub you
I wanna rub you
What a job and what fringe benefits
What a challenge for me, I'm a genie with wits
I sit on, I sit on, I sit on, I sit on, I sit on my butt
When I'm not saving my master, who's a very nice nut
How about Canasta? Well yeah, we haven't played in a while
Or a disaster? You sure know how to make a guy smile
When can I rub you
I wanna rub you