10.
Skillet Good n' Greasy
(Traditional, arrangement by D. Kincaid)
Well I'm going
downtown,
Gonna buy me a sack of flour
Gonna cook it every hour
Keep my skillet good 'n greasy all the time time time
Skillet good 'n greasy all the time
And if you say so
well I ain't gonna work no more
Gonna lay around my shanty all the time time time
Lay around my shanty all the time
Well I'm going down town
Gonna buy me a jug of Brandy
Gonna give it all to Mandy
Keep her good 'n drunk and goosey
All the time time time
Good 'n drunk and goosey all the time
Well the chicken's in my pack
And a hound dog's on my track
I'm headed for my little shanty home home home
Headed for my little shanty home
If they call me to the door
Well I'll kick 'em on to the floor
Keep my skillet good 'n greasy all the time time time
Skillet good 'n greasy all the time
15.
The Recruiting Sergeant
(Traditional, arrangement D. Kincaid)
As I was
walkin' down the street,
Feelin' nice and larky-oh
A recruiting sergeant said to me,
You'd look nice in khaki-oh,
The King he is in need of men,
Just read the proclamation-oh
A life in Flanders for you
Then would be a nice vacation-oh,
That maybe true sais I to him
But tell me sergeant deary-oh
If I had a pack struck on me back
Would I look nice and cheery-oh
For you'd make me drill and train all night
By sleepin on four benches-oh
It may be warm in Flanders
But it is draughty in the trenches-oh
The sergeant twirled his little cane
His smile was so provokin' oh
He twiddled and twirled his wee moustache
He said I hope you're jokin' oh,
For the sandbags are so nice and high
The wind you won't feel blowin'
I waved to a colleen passin' by
I said what if it's snowing-oh
Come rain or hail nor wind or snow
Well I'm not goin' to Flanders oh
There's work for me in Dublin
Let your sergeants and commanders go,
Let englishmen for England fight
It's nearly time they started oh,
I waved the sergeant a nice goodbye
And there and then we parted oh
I waved the sergeant a nice goodbye
And there and then we parted oh
16.
Get Tough
(S. Kempner)
Well I live in the city
I've been up, down,
But usually I'm drowning in the middle
I've seen it all, New York City
And if they got it anywhere
Then we got it over here, no kidding
And in time I've found
That you can get nonchalant
About whatever comes down
With the mobsters and the mayors
Buddy-buddy, tight-tight
The same damn thing in any alley any night
The rich come first and the poor come last
The whole world sticks it to the middle class
Get tough
We're out of Beirut
Now we're going into Bosnia
We're all over Asia and Europe
And we're down in Somalia
While back home on the Lower East Side
Everybody's on the run
There's no place left to hide
And in time I've found
That you can get nonchalant
About whatever comes down
There's people starving in an African nation
People living in Grand Central Station
Family's sleeping in makeshift tents
The end of the month and once again I'm sweating rent
Get tough
Do you think I'm naive
Yeah, well maybe
Well it's a big world, I'm one guy and
I ain't gonna let it drive me crazy
Well I shout, just as loud as I can
Because I care about
Every living boy, girl, woman and man
And in time, baby, I've found
Get tough
18.
Psycho
(Roslie)
Yeah baby
You're driving me crazy
I said baby
You're driving me crazy
The way you turn me on
When you shut me down
Tell me baby
Where'd I just gone wrong
Psycho
Well baby
You're driving me crazy
Going out of my mind
You treat me so unkind
Psycho
Well baby
You're driving me crazy
I'm going out of my head
And I wish I was dead
Psycho
Baby
You're driving me crazy
I'm going out of my head
And I wish I was dead
Psycho