1.Texas Twister(LP Version)
Lyricist：Bill PayneFred TackettMartin KibbeePaul Barrere
Writer(s)：Bill PayneFred TackettMartin KibbeePaul Barrere
The siren song is strong sometimes... on this Texas radio
They sure do play it hard and fast while they sell it soft and
low
A silky voice she spoke to me from down in San Antone
'It's ladies night in Italy, you gentlemen should know'
When I saw that neon sign, knew just where to go
Her shoulders soft so I pulled off, her headlights aglow
A bartender said to me, boy I want you to meet my sister
She's high-strung and a little young, but she's a real Texas
twister
A real Texas twister
I said 'How young is too young？ How fast is too fast？
Well how high is too high？ How high is too high？'
She said 'How long is this ride？' Well how long can you last？
You're gonna find out mister, when you meet that Texas twister
Well in the light she looked all right when we stepped outside
I knew that it was meant to be when she begged me for a ride
That bartender said to me, boy take your money back
Before you're done you're gonna need it son --
You might have a heart attack
I seen the sights now, Paris, Rome, and I ain't sentimental
I still remember how she said 'Is this a Continental？'
No babe it's just for flash and I paid cash, she hugged me up
real tight
Lay back honey I'll drive you home 'round the world tonight
She knew where every roadhouse lies, clear down to the border
Long neck Lone Stars just her size, clearly made to order
Knew how to paint a cowboy town, long before I missed her
She picked me up; she put me down, she's a real Texas twister
I said 'How young is too young？ How fast is too fast？
Well how high is too high？ How high is too high？'
She said 'How long is this ride？' Well how long can you last？
You're gonna find out mister, when you meet that Texas twister
2.Daily Grind(LP Version)
Lyricist：Bill PayneCraig FullerPaul Barrere
Writer(s)：Bill PayneCraig FullerPaul Barrere
Movin' round the grand design
Gettin' stranger every day
Knowin' that our time will come
And it might not be so far away
Wonderin' where to draw the line
Believin' that the water just might turn to wine
You can get yourself in trouble
Livin' out other people's lies
When they tell you how the price is bound to double
Here's friendly word to the wise
There's a fine print on that guarantee
Things ain't what they appear to be
And we're living like there ain't no tomorrow
Dealin in some dangerouse times
And it comes right down to beg steal or borrow
To try and make the daily bread
And keep up with this daily grind
Never been much for givin' up
I take my chancesa as they come
But the days are long and the nights are gettin' rough
What's livin' when you're always on the run？
They'd have you think than you can choose
Tell you how you're sure to win -- you just can't lose
And if you think they can walk on water
You been listenin' to too many lies
'Cause we're living like there ain't no tomorrow
Dealin in some dangerouse times
And it comes right down to beg steal or borrow
To try and make the daily bread
And keep up with this daily grind
3.Representing The Mambo(LP Version)
Lyricist：Bill PayneFred TackettNeon ParkPaul Barrere
Writer(s)：Bill PayneFred TackettNeon ParkPaul Barrere
Gretta's flunky, some boot-licking lackey, some wild-eyed Romeo
Winds op the mountain with Rio down below
Drives too slowly past a burning impromptu altar
Attended by no one of visible means
Could be a warning shining us on, but we're far too gone
We're on our way to see some Johnny
Representing the mambo
Representing the mambo... mambo... mambo oooh.. mambo
Rounding the corner we come to a halt
Doors fly open as we prepare for assault
Out from the shadows step the dangerous boys
Hands hiding weapons, they treat them like toys
Debutante Gretta, the taxidermist's daughter
She knows what to say
She knows how to mingle, she knows the lingo
Muchachos wh're here to see Johnny
Representing the mambo
Representing the mambo... mambo... mambo oooh.. mambo
Gretta leads us through the stone carved archway
Into the school of samba, the place of sacred rites
We push through a gauntlet of limpwristed handshakes
And empty cotillion air kisses
Gretta smiles as we make our way to the bar
The new crowd says I remind them of Frank
Who died of excessive nymphets
In Barcelona... in Barcelona
Who's that with Gretta？ You know how she is...
Yeah, never the same one twice
I wonder if by any chance you would like a piece of cake
No thank you, my ears are too sweet now
A strange choice of work, but forensically it's true
Sudden thunder clap drum roll
Gretta's on the stage... she's a honey of a hun
This blue-eyed angel girl
Announces proudly to everyone in the room
Senhores y senores here's Johnny
Representing the mambo
Representing the mambo... mambo... mambo oooh.. mambo
Gretta Gretta I've got to slip away
It just won't work between us
Your daddy runs the house of pain
You are the taxidermist's daughter
4.Woman In Love(LP Version)
Lyricist：Bill PayneFred TackettPaul Barrere
Writer(s)：Bill PayneFred TackettPaul Barrere
Well she's the kind of girl that you dream about
Got the big blue eyes that'll knock you out
Got a hand on your wallet, and a smil on her face
And a heavenly voice, that says let's go to my place
Well she knows what she wants... she's a woman in love
And she wants what she knows... she's a woman in love
A whole lotta money, and a passel of clothes
No one got to tell ya... she's a woman in love
She's about as hot as a smokin' gun
A Saturday night special, she packin' plenty of fun
She got me sweatin' bullets on a cold Winter night
I got one in the chamber with the safety off
You know I feel all right
Well she knows what she wants... she's a woman in love
And she wants what she knows... she's a woman in love
A diamond necklace and a string of pearls
No one got to tell ya... she's a woman in love
She's a hard workin' girl, spends her days on her feet
She got the pulse of the office, never skips a beat
But don't you know it's a shame, yeah it ain't fair
She works twice as hard as the boys upstairs
She put in more hours for half the wage
Ain't no wonder this girl's in a rage
Well she knows what she wants... she's a woman in love
And she wants what she knows... she's a woman in love
A whole lotta money, and a passel of clothes
No one got to tell ya... she's a woman in love
Well she knows what she wants... she's a woman in love
And she wants what she knows... she's a woman in love
A diamond necklace and a string of pearls
No one got to tell ya... she's a woman in love
5.Rad Gumbo(LP Version)
Lyricist：Bill PayneKen GradneyMartin KibbeeNeon ParkPaul
BarrereSam Clayton
Writer(s)：Bill PayneKen GradneyMartin KibbeeNeon ParkPaul
BarrereSam Clayton
If you walk in right off the street
You can take the load right off your feet
Mamma bring the menu to your seat
But the bill of fare be short ＆ Seet
Won't find no etouffe
Mamm never ever could cook that way
She's all ancien regime
No nouvell cuisine
She's cooking gumbo
A mighty rad gumbo
It's the only way she can go
Down at the Club Rad Gumbo
Now the heads and shells stay in the stock
She stirs her roux and really rocks
One gallon shellfish stock or water
Man this gumbo is made to order
Two toes of garlick finely chopped
Man this party just can't be stopped
Mamma's pots are boiling, band starts to blow
Piano keys flying like Fats Domino
She's cooking gumbo
A mighty rad gumbo
It's the only way she can go
Down at the Club Rad Gumbo
Oh no, no escargot, no cordon bleu
This ain't the place to go lookin' for beef stew
But if you like tender shrimp and rice
If ya think ya can stand the spice
She's cooking gumbo
A mighty rad gumbo
Now people come from miles around
To see what Mamma's puttin' down
Everybody knows her name
She in the seafood hall of fame
I gotta get that recipe
If it means the death of me
Get my spyboy to sneak a look
Into Mamma's book
She's cooking gumbo
A mighty rad gumbo
It's the only way she can go
Down at the Club Rad Gumbo
She's cooking gumbo
A mighty rad gumbo
It's the only way she can go
Down at the Club Rad Gumbo
6.Teenage Warrior(LP Version)
Lyricist：Bill PayneFred TackettPaul Barrere
Writer(s)：Bill PayneFred TackettPaul Barrere
Gettin' it while you can
Before the fascination goes
Down to the very last man
Where it stops nobody knows
Nothin to hold you back when the feelin's right
Hidin' from the day and waitin' for the night
It's just a pretty hard thing
To keep gettin' back up after being knocked down
Ain't no backin' down
Ain't no turnin' of the other cheek
The rules of the rest of the town
Ain't the same ones out here on the street
Lookin' for anything that'll make your emotions stir
Like walkin' the street with some tight-skirt sister
It's just a pretty hard thing
To keep gettin' back up after being knocked down
I'm caught in a crossfire
Of a hopeless disillusion
Nothin' but chain link and barbed wire
Defining the confusion
Ain't really enough to hold back the winter wind
Really don't know if it's keppin you out or it's keepin' me in
It's just a pretty hard thing
To keep gettin' back up after being knocked down
It's just a pretty hard thing, A pretty tough town
Ya keep gettin' back up after being knocked down
It's just a pretty hard thing, a pretty tough town
7.That's Her , She's Mine(LP Version)
Lyricist：Bill PaynePaul BarrereSam Clayton
Writer(s)：Bill PaynePaul BarrereSam Clayton
She cooled my heels some time ago
Sent me reelin' when she chilled my toes
She stole my heart ya know, and she froze my eyes
Feelin' like this again is some surprise
She that kinda girl whose lovin'
I was meant to get
She won't drop no dime on me
No kiss and tell that I can see
Hey, that's her, and she's mine
Look don't touch 'cause lookin' I don't mind
See that girl lookin' so fine？
Ya that's her, and she's mine
I been rich ya know and I been poor
Been in love a couple of times before
I had to choose you know between the two
I'd take both, rich and in love,
I ain't no fool
When she starts to movin'
I begin to spin
She got that kind of lovin'
Always do me in
Hey, that's her, and she's mine
Look don't touch 'cause lookin' I don't mind
See that girl lookin' so fine？
Ya that's her, and she's mine
She's a tall drink of water,
And I'm such a thirsty man
She won't drop no dime on me
No kiss and tell that I can see
Hey, that's her, and she's mine
Look don't touch 'cause lookin' I don't mind
See that girl lookin' so fine？
Ya that's her, and she's mine
8.Feelin's All Gone(LP Version)
Lyricist：Craig Fuller
Writer(s)：Craig Fuller
Well you know you're kinda cold-blooded
To come back beggin' to me
Like you never done me wrong
And I hate to be so hard-hearted
But I'm sick and tired o' talkin' to ya
And I've been without her lovin' too long
But if you think I'd be fool enough
To take you back you're all wrong
Just because you're sad and lonely
Don't come back cryin' to me
'Cause it broke my heart to see you go
And I have to say I used to love you so
But since you left me alone
The memory's here -- but the feelin's all gone
Well you ran around and lead me on
Denied you'd ever let me go
And then you let me down
You left me two kinds of broken-hearted
And I'm through tryin' to win your sympathy
So you'd better not come back around
But if you think I'd be fool enough
To take you back you're all wrong
Just because you're sad and lonely
Don't come back cryin' to me
'Cause it broke my heart to see you go
And I have to say I used to love you so
But since you left me alone
The memory's here -- but the feelin's all gone
You know I tried so hard to treat you right
Tried my best to make you see
But all you do is run around
Spend your evenings downtown
With your high handed friends in their finery
But if you think I'd be fool enough
To take you back you're all wrong
Just because you're sad and lonely
Don't come back cryin' to me
'Cause it broke my heart to see you go
And I have to say I used to love you so
But since you left me alone
The memory's here -- but the feelin's all gone
But since you left me alone
The memory's here -- but the feelin's all gone
But since you left me alone
The memory's here -- but the feelin's all gone
9.Those Feat'll Steer Ya Wrong Sometimes (LP Version)
Lyricist：Bill PayneCraig FullerFred TackettPaul BarrereRichie
Hayward
Writer(s)：Bill PayneCraig FullerFred TackettPaul BarrereRichie
Hayward
I was staring at myself in the mirrored sunglasses
Set on six foot five of Texas Ranger
He hollered turn down your radio son
I stuttered officer wha-what have I done？
You were doing better than a hundred and one
Why ya driving like the devil's on your tail？
I started pleading my case and getting no sympathy
I said I'm in the Feat... I'm travelin' from town to town
Don't you know my face
I'm on the radio most all the time
And I didn't realize I had the hammer down
So please don't haul me off to jail
When the Feats are on the box the speed just slips my mind
I start to sing along, tap my toe, slap the dash in time
The ranger laughed and said as he looked me in the eye
Son those Feat'll steer ya wrong sometimes
I was on my way to Puerto Rico on a 24 city run
They promised me the world that's what I got
'Cause Texas is a world all of its own
It takes a lifetime to drive from Eastland to Van Horn
He said didn't you hear my siren whine
I been chasing you since the Jim Hogg County line
I was thinking real hard about tenderin' my notice
But the bills came in and piled up to my chin
Paul called and said we're on our way to Rhome
This tour's gonna save your happy home
Now we're going to：
London, Liverpool, Italy, Paris, Egypt, Dublin, Frisco, Waco,
Athens, Gouldbusk, Troy, and Miami, Moody, Beaumont, Edinburgh,
Lubbock
Pecos, Deadwood, Fife, del Rio,
Houston, Austin, all around Dallas
Texas is a world all of its own
'N if you let me off this time
From now on I'll keep in mind
That those Feat'll steer you wrong sometimes
When the Feats are on the box the speed just slips my mind
I start to sing along, tap my toe, slap the dash in time
But the ranger said to me as he handed me the fine
Son those Feat done steered ya wrong this time
Those Feat'll steer ya wrong sometimes
10.The Ingenue(LP Version)
Lyricist：Bill PayneCraig FullerFred TackettPaul Barrere
Writer(s)：Bill PayneCraig FullerFred TackettPaul Barrere
She ain't real friendly for no good reason
Claims her life's been filled with treason
Says she's cursed by a toothless gypsy
Wonderin' why her life's so greasy
With doulbe blades she dulls her senses
Spiteful girl by all consensus
All her life it's been the same
Hell she don't even like her name
She longs to be the ingenue
To leading men tall dark and handsome
But now the play has passed her by... oh my
There's no exit
Oh no there's no way out at all
There's no exit
Jumped a train in Italy
On her way to gay Paris
Down in the Loire Valley
She got sho drunk she couldn't see
Stumblin' through a metro station
In a mood for conversation
Fortune teller read her palm
Told her that her time was gone
She longs to be the ingenue
To leading men tall dark and handsome
But now the play has passed her by... oh my
There's no exit
Oh no there's no way out at all
There's no exit
She used to model as a child
With Bardot's looks and Gigi's laughter
Enfant terrible creation
Of a sockless adman's mind
Played her first recital at the tender age of nine
Strains of Clare de Lune
Mater sipping wine
Pater in the garden gazing
At those ponies grazing
The spoils of a lonely child
She longs to be the ingenue
To leading men tall dark and handsome
Once just a jet-trash kid
Down at Les Halles
Her frequent trips to Nice
In Monaco she was always welcome
She was embraced by all society
Along the way she lost her charms
Now the play has passed her by
11.Silver Screen(LP Version)
Lyricist：Bill PayneFred TackettPaul Barrere
Writer(s)：Bill PayneFred TackettPaul Barrere
Every night she sits there TV blasting in her face
People runnin' runnin' to and fro, it's such a frantic pace
But in her hand she's got control, remote as that may seem
A certifiable obsession a broadcast malady
When all is said and done she's in love with the silver screen
With the silver screen
Video tape movies where she cashes in her dreams
Ghostly illuminations how they brighten up her scene
Her perception of reception is her lone reality
What to eat and what to wear she edits out without a care
The rest falls through the cracks, an unconscious stream
When all is said and done she's in love with the silver screen
With the silver screen
In a city full of wishes that she shut out long ago
If wishes were a penny we all know which way she'd go
Gvien choice 'tween perfect health and peace throughout the
world
Apocalypse utopia or space not explored
When all is said and done she's in love with the silver screen
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