Beauty Queen/ Horses   

She's a beauty queen 
My sweet bean bag in the street 
Take it 
Down out to the laundry scene 
Don't know why she's in my hand 
Can't figure what it is 
But I lie again 

I got me some horses
To ride on 
To ride on 
They say that your demons 
Can't go there 
So I got me some horses
To ride on 
To ride on 
As longs as your army 
Keeps perfectly still 
And maybe I'll find me a sailor, 
A tailor 
And maybe together 
We'll make mother well 
So I got me some horses 
To ride on 
To ride on 
As long as your army 
Keeps perfectly still 
You showed me the meadow 
And Milkwood 
And Silkwood 
And you would if I would 
But you never would 
So I chased down your posies 
Your pansies in my hosies 
They opened my hands 
And they were empty then 

Off with Superfly 
Sniffing a Sharpie pen 
Honey, it's Bill and Ben 
Off with Superfly 
Counting your bees 
Oh, me honey like 
One, two, three 
The camera is rolling 
It's easy like 
One 
Two 
Three 
And if there is a way to find you 
I will find you 
But you will find me if Neil 
Makes me a tree, an afro, a pharaoh 
I can't go 
You said so 
And threads that are golden 
Don't break easily 

 Blood Roses 
 
Blood roses 
Blood roses 
Back on the street now 
Can't forget the things you never said 
On days like this gets me thinking 
When chickens get a taste of your meat 
Chickens get a taste of your meat 

You gave him your blood 
And your warm little diamond 
He likes killing you after you're dead 
You think I'm a queer 
I think you're a queer 
I think you're a queer 
Said I think you're a queer 
And I shaved every place where you been 
I shaved every place where you been 

God knows I've thrown away those graces 

The Belle of New Orleans tried to show me 
Once how to tango 
Wrapped around your feet 
Wrapped around like good little roses 

Blood roses 
Blood roses 
Back on the street now 
Now you've cut out the flute 
From the throat of the loon 
At least when you cry now 
He can't even hear you 
When chickens get a taste of your meat 
When he sucks you deep 
Sometimes you're nothing but meat 

  Father Lucifer 

Father Lucifer 
You never looked so sane
You always did prefer the drizzle to the rain 
Tell me that you're still in love with that Milkmaid 
How's the Lizzies 
How's your Jesus Christ been hanging 

Nothing's gonna stop me from floating 
Nothing's gonna stop me from floating 

He says he reckons I'm a watercolour stain 
He says I run and then I run from him 
And then I run 
He didn't see me watching 
From the aeroplane 
He wiped a tear 
And then he threw away our appleseed 

Nothing's gonna stop me from floating 

Every day's my wedding day 
Though baby's still in his comatose state 
I'll die my own Easter eggs 
Don't go yet 
And Beenie lost the sunset but that's OK 
Does Joe bring flowers to Marilyn's grave 
And girls that eat pizza and never gain weight 
Father Lucifer, you never looked so sane. 

  Professional Widow  
 
Slag pit
Stag shit 
Honey, bring it close to my lips 
Yes 
Don't blow those brains yet 
We gotta be big, boy 
We gotta be big 
Starfucker, just like my daddy 
Just like my daddy, selling his baby 
Just like my daddy 
Gonna strike a deal, make him feel 
Like a congressman 
It runs the family 

Rest your shoulders 
Everywhere a Judas, as far as you can see 
Beautiful angel 
Calling "we got a re-run of Muhammed Ali" 

Prism perfect 
Honey, bring it close to my lips 
Yes 
What is termed a landslide of  principle 
Proportion, it better be big, boy 
Starfucker, just like my daddy 
Just like my daddy, selling his baby 
Just like my daddy 
Gonna strike a deal, make him feel 
Like a congressman 
Mother Mary 
China white 
Brown may be sweeter 
She will supply 
Mother Mary 
China white 
Brown may be sweeter 
She will supply 
She will supply 
She will supply 
She will supply 

  Mr. Zebra 
 
Hello Mr. Zebra 
Can I have your sweater 
'Cause it's cold, cold, cold 
In my hole, hole, hole 
Ratatouille Strychnine 
Sometimes she's a friend of mine 
With a gigantic whirlpool 
That will  blow your mind 

Hello Mr. Zebra 
Ran into some confusion with a Mrs. Crocodile
Furry mussels marching on 
She thinks she's Kaiser Wilhelm 
Or a civilised syllabub 
To blow your mind 
Figure it out 
She's a goodtime fella 
She's got a little fund to fight for Moneypenny's rights 
Figure it out 
She's a goodtime fella 
Too bad the burial was premature, she said 
And smiled 

  Marianne 

Tuna 
Rubber 
A little blubber in my igloo 
And I knew your pigtails and all 
Girls when they fall 
And they said Marianne killed herself 
And I said, not a chance 
Don't you love the girls, ladies, babes 
Old bags who say she was so pretty, why 
Why, why, why did she crawl down in the old 
Deep ravine 

C'mon pigtails and all those sailors 
Get your bags and hold down, won't you just 
Hold down 'cause Ed is watching my every sound 
I said 
They're watching my every sound 
The weasel squeaks faster than a seven day week 
I said Timmy, and that purple monkey 
Are all down 
At Bobby's house 
Making themselves pesters, and lesters and jesters and my 
Traitors of kind 
And I'm just having thoughts of Marianne 
She could outrun the fastest slug 
She could 
Marianne 
Quickest girl in the frying pan 

  Caught A Lite Sneeze 
 
Caught a lite sneeze, caught a lite breeze 
Caught a lightweight, lightningseed 
Boys on my left side 
Boys on my left side 
Boys in the middle 
And you're not here, I need a big loan 
From the girl zone 


Building 
Tumbling down 
Didn't know our love was so small 
Couldn't stand at all 
Mr. St. John, just bring your son 

The spire is hot 
And my cells can't feed
And you still got that Belle, dragging your foots 
I'm hiding it well, Sister Ernestine
But you still got that Belle 
Dragging my foots

Right on time, you get closer 
And closer 
Call my name but there's no way in 
Use that fame 
Rent your wife and kinds today 
Maybe she will 
Maybe she will, caught a lite sneeze 
Dreamed a little dream 
Made my own pretty hate machine
Boys on my left side 
Boys on my right side 
Boys in the middle, and you're not here 
Boys in their dresses 
And you're not here 
I need a big loan from the girl zone 

  Muhammad My Friend 
 
Muhammad my friend 
It's time to tell the world 
We both know it was a girl, back in Bethlehem 
And on that fateful day 
When she was crucified 
She wore Shiseido Red and we drank tea 
By her side 

Sweet, sweet 
used to be so sweet to me 
Muhammad my friend 
I'm getting very scared 
Teach me how to love my brothers 
Who don't know the law 
And what about the deal on the flying 
Trapeze, got a peanut butter hand 
But honey, do drop in at the 
Dew drop Inn

Sweet, sweet 
Between the boys and the bees 

And Moses, I know 
I know you've seen fire 
But you've never seen fire 
Until you've seen Pele blow 
And I've never seen light
But I sure have seen gold 
And Gladys save a place for me 
On your grapevine 
Until I get my own TV show 

Ashre, ashre, ashre, ashre 
And if I lose my Cracker Jacks at the 
Tidal wave, I got a place 
In the Pope's rubber robe 
Muhammad my friend
It's time to tell the world 
We both know it was a girl 
Back in Bethlehem 

  Hey Jupiter 
 
No one's picking up the phone 
Guess it's me and me 
And this little masochist 
She's ready to confess 
All the things that she never thought 
That she could feel and 

Hey Jupiter 
Nothing's been the same 
So are you gay 
Are you blue 
Thought we both could use a friend 
To run to 
And I thought you'd see with me 
And you wouldn't have to be something new 
Sometimes I breathe you in 
And I know you know 
And sometimes you take a swim 
Found your writing on my wall 
If my heart's soaking wet 
Boy, your boots can leave a mess 

Hey Jupiter 
Nothing's been the same 
So are you gay
Are you blue 
Thought we both could use a friend 
To run to 
And I thought, I wouldn't have to keep 
With you 
Hiding 

Thought I knew myself so well 
All the dolls I had 
Took my leather off the shelf 
Your apocalypse was fab 
For a girl who couldn't chose between 
The shower or the bath 

And I thought I wouldn't have to be 
With you 
A magazine 

No one's picking up the phone 
Guess it's clear, he's gone 
And this little masochist 
Is lifting up her dress 
Guess I thought I could never feel 
The things I feel 
Hey Jupiter 

  Way Down 
 
Maybe I'm the afterglow 
'Cause I'm with a band you know 
Don't you hear the laughter on the way down 

Yes, I am the anchorman 
Dining here with Son of Sam 
A hair too much to chat of on the way down 

Gonna meet a great big star 
Gonna drive his great big car 
Gonna have it all here on the way down 
Way down 
Way down 
Way down 
She knows 
Way down 
Way down 
Way down 
She knows 

  Little Amsterdam  
 
Little Amsterdam 
In a southern town 
Hominy, get it on the plate girl 
Momma, keep your head down 
Momma, it wasn't my bullet 

Don't take me back to the Range 
I'm just coming out of the cell in my brain 
Girl, you got to know these days 
Which side your on 

Momma got shit 
She loved a brown man 
Then she built a bridge in the Sheriff's bed 
She'd do anything to save her man 
You see her olives are cold pressed 
And her best friend is a sun dress 
But Momma 
It wasn't my bullet 

Round and a round and a round I go 
Round and a round this time for keeps 
Father, only you can save my soul 
And playing that organ must count 
For something 
Girl, you got to know these days
Which side your on 
Little Amsterdam 
Shut down today 
They buried her with a 
Butter bean bouquet 
And the Sheriff now can't ride away 
Like I said into the sunset 
And I won't say 
He shouldna paid 
But Momma 
It wasn't my bullet 

  Talula 
 
Congratulate you 
Said you had a double tongue 
Balancing cake and bread 
Say goodbye to a glitter girl 
Talula 
Talula 
You don't want to lose her 
She must be worth losing 
If it is worth something 
Talula 
Talula 
She's brand new now to you 
Wrapped in your papoose 
Your little Fig Newton
Say goodbye to the old world 
Ran into the Henchman who severed 
Ann Boleyn 
He did it right quickly, a merciful man 
She said 1 + 1 is 2 
But Henry said that it was 3 
So it was 
Here I am 
Talula
Talula 
I don't want to lose it 
It must be worth losing 
If it i worth something 
Talula 
Talula 
She's brand new now to you 
Wrapped in your papoose 
Your little Fig Newton 
And Jamaica 
Do you know what I have done 
Mary M weaving on said
What you want is in the blood Senators 
I got Big Bird on the fishing line 
With a bit of a shout, a bit of a shout 
A bit of an angry snout 
He's my favorite hooker of the whole bunch 
And I know about his only Bride 
And how the Russians die on the ice 
I got my rape hat on 
Honey, but I always could accessorize 
And I never cared much for the money 
But I know right now 
That it's in God's hand 
But I don't know who the father is 

Talula 
Talula 
I don't want to lose him 
He must be worth losing 
If it is worth something 
Talula 
Talula 
He's brand new now to you
Wrapped in your papoose 
Your little Fig Newton 

  Not The Red Baron
 
 
Not the Red Baron 
Not Charlie Brown 
Think I got the message figured 
Another pilot down 
And are their devils with halos 
In beautiful capes 
Taking them into the flames 

Not Judy G 
Not Jean Jean with a hallowed 
Heart 
I see that screen go 
Down in the flames 
With every step with every beautiful heel 
Pointed 

Not the Red Baron, I'm sure 
Not Charlie's wonderful dog 
Not anyone I really know 
Just another pilot down 
Maybe I'll just sing him a last 
Little sound many there know some girls 
With red ribbons 
The prettiest 
Red 
Ribbons 

  Agent Orange 
 
Gotta tell you what I heard 
From agent orange 
Mister suntan 
Mister happy man 
Mister I know the girls on all the world tours 
Mister agent, yeah 
He's my favorite 
And they don't understand 
He's got palm oil fans 
Yes, he's down and there and everywhere 
He's getting an A to Z
An underwater city where she swims and swims 

 Doughnut Song 
 
Had me a trick and a kick and your message 
Well, you'll never gain weight from a doughnut hole 
Then thought that I could decipher your message 
There's no one here dear 
No one at all 

And if I'm wasting all your time 
This time 
Maybe you never learned to take 
And if I'm hanging on to your shade 
I guess I'm way beyond the pale 

And a southern men can grow gold 
Can grow pertty 
Blood can be pertty 
Like a delicate man 
Copper to steel to a hinge that is faltered 
That's let's you in, let's you in, let's you in 
Something's just keeping you numb 

You told me last night
You were a sun now with your very own 

Devoted satellite 
Happy for you 
And I am sure that I hate you 
Too sons, too many, too many able fires 

And if I'm wasting all your time 
This time 
I think you never learned to take 
And if I'm hanging on to your shade 
I guess I'm way beyond the pale 

  In The Springtime Of His Voodoo 
 
Standing on a corner in Winslow, Arizona 
And I'm quite sure I'm in the wrong song 
2 girls, 65 got a piece tied up in the 
back seat 
"Honey, we're Recovering Christians" 

In the Springtime of his voodoo 
He was going to show me spring 

And right there for a minute 
I knew you so well 

Got an angry snatch 
Girls, you know what I mean 
When swivelin that hip doesn't do the trick 
Me, pureed sanitarily Mr. Sulu 
Warp speed 
Warp speed 
Warp speed 
In the Springtime of his voodoo 

Every road lead back to my door 
Every road I will follow 
Every road leads back to my door 
Got all your crosses loaded 

And I know she's not that 
Foxy 
Boys 
I said I know she's not that 
Foxy, but 
You gotta owe, something sometimes 
You gotta owe 
When you're your momma's sunshine 
You've got to give something sometimes 
When you're the sweetest cherry 
In an apple pie 
I need some voodoo on these prunes 
In the Springtime of his voodoo 
He was going to show me spring 

  Putting The Damage On 
 
Glue 
Stuck to my shoes 
Does anyone know why you play with an orange rind 
You say you packed my things 
And divided what was mine, you're off to the mountain top 
I say her skinny legs could use sun 
But I'm not wishing 
For my best impression 
Of my best Angie Dickinson 
But now I've got to worry 
'Cause boy, you still look so pretty 
When you're putting the damage on 

Don't make me scratch on your door
I never left you 
For Banjo 
I only just turned around for a poodle 
And a corvette 
And my impression 
Of my best Angie Dickinson 
But now I've got to worry 
'Cause boy, you still look so pretty 
When you're putting the damage on 

I'm trying not to move 
It's just your ghost 
Passing through 
I said 
I'm trying not to move 
It's just your ghost passing through 
It's just your ghost
Passing through 
And now 
I'm quite sure 
There's a light in your platoon 
I never seen a light move 
Like yours 
Can do to me 
So, now I'm wishing 
For my best impression 
Of my best Angie Dickinson 
But now I've got to worry 
'Cause boy, you still look pretty 
To me 
But I've got a place to go 
I've got a ticket to your late show 
now I'm worrying 'cause even still 
You sure are pretty 
When you're putting the damage on 
Yes 
When you're putting the damage on 
You're just so pretty 
When you're putting the damage on 

  Twinkle 
 
Sure that star can twinkle 
And you're watching it do 
Boy so hard, boy so hard 
But I know a girl 
Twice as hard 
And I'm sure 
Said I'm sure 
She's watching it too 
No matter what tie she's got in her right dresser 
Tied 
I know she's watching that star 

Gonna twinkle 
Gonna twinkle 
Gonna twinkle 
And last time I knew 
She worked at an Abbey in lona 
She said, "I killed a man T
I've gotta say hidden in his Abbey" 
But I can see that star 
When she twinkles 
And she twinkles 
And I sure can 
That means 
I sure can 

That means I sure can 
I sure can 
So hard 
So hard