Live at the Louisianna State Fair 1984

The Blowmen Live at the Louisianna State Fair 1984 Lyrics
1.Charity for Mums

Charity for mums
Married to my chums
I'll be alive till twenty-five
Then buried in the slums
Charity for mums
Married to my chums
I'll be alive till twenty-five
Then buried in the slums

Charity for mums
Charity for mums
Charity, charity
Charity for mums

Got no right to live
Brought my shank and shiv
I only sing of evil things
And talk in expletives
Got no right to live
Brought my shank and shiv
I only sing of evil things
And talk in expletives

Charity for mums
Charity for mums
Charity, charity
Charity for mums

I got her in the mud
I shot her with my bud
Now my gutter's filled with butter
And the butter's made of blood
I got her in the mud
I shot her with my bud
Now my gutter's filled with butter
And the butter's made of blood

Charity for mums
Charity for mums
Charity, charity
Charity for mums

Charity for mums
Married to my chums
I'll be alive till twenty-five
Then buried in the slums
Charity for mums
Married to my chums
I'll be alive till twenty-five
Then buried in the slums

Charity for mums
Charity for mums
Charity, charity
Charity for mums


2.High Street

Getting low low low on High Street
Saying no no no to drugs
Getting back back back on my feet
Saying no no no to drugs

Going out for some milk at the grocery store
I thought that the trip could use something more
I took a plastic bag and put it on my head
But not before I popped my prescription meds
I knew I was missing just one little thing
Got my needle and my tourniquet and started to sing

Getting low low low on High Street
Saying no no no to drugs
Getting back back back on my feet
Saying no no no to drugs

I decided to try out a little speed date
They said it was okay that I got there late
I didn't really know what speed date meant
Apparently it wasn't huffing rubber cement
And I don't mean to sound like I suffer from greed
But the only thing that date was missing was speed

Getting low low low on High Street
Saying no no no to drugs
Getting back back back on my feet
Saying no no no to drugs


3.Spring It On 'Em

Me and my mates went out to the bar
Just to see who the drunken saps are
Pathetic little people to the left and right
We can't get blamed if they forget the night
After one round o' drinks I can pretty much tell
My mates are ready to raise some hell

They won't know what hit 'em when we run amok
SPRING IT ON 'EM WHEN THEY'RE DRUNK AS FUCK!
The hipster crowd thinks it's safe to duck
SPRING IT ON 'EM WHEN THEY'RE DRUNK AS FUCK!
Look at those hicks from the pickup truck
SPRING IT ON 'EM WHEN THEY'RE DRUNK AS FUCK!
The pretty girls saw us and out they snuck
SPRING IT ON 'EM WHEN THEY'RE DRUNK AS FUCK!

Me and my mates were at a bar mitzvah
The open bar must have cost a little extra
In honor of entering his manhood
The big boy's guests were getting smashed up good
But before they could come out with the main entree
My mates decided to make 'em oy vey

We tried throwin' bagels and the bagels stuck
SPRING IT ON 'EM WHEN THEY'RE DRUNK AS FUCK!
We found some hummus and we launched that muck
SPRING IT ON 'EM WHEN THEY'RE DRUNK AS FUCK!
Saying mazel tov doesn't bring good luck
SPRING IT ON 'EM WHEN THEY'RE DRUNK AS FUCK!
If the kid complains we'll give him eighteen bucks
SPRING IT ON 'EM WHEN THEY'RE DRUNK AS FUCK!

We went to a shindig with the bourgeoisie
The place was stuffy but the drinks were free
They looked at us funny when we started to cuss
What makes those pricks think they're better than us
While they sip glasses of wine and champagne
Me and my mates are goin' half insane

Tell the host that the hors d'ouvres suck
SPRING IT ON 'EM WHEN THEY'RE DRUNK AS FUCK!
The rich girls here could use a tummy tuck
SPRING IT ON 'EM WHEN THEY'RE DRUNK AS FUCK!
The quartet bassist doesn't know how to pluck
SPRING IT ON 'EM WHEN THEY'RE DRUNK AS FUCK!
Police don't take well to being struck
THEY SPRUNG 'EM ON US WHEN WE'RE DRUNK AS FUCK!
THEY SPRUNG 'EM ON US WHEN WE'RE DRUNK AS FUCK!


4.Pick Up Your Saxophone

The orphanage is tax barn
The kids are eating streets
The Cold War is my schoolmarm
The world is running out of wheat
Just listen for the moment when the people call you up and tell
you
Saxophone's ringing for ya!

The saxophone's ringing for ya
The saxophone's ringing for ya
Pick up the saxophone
Ronald Reagan

Iran is gonna run with it
You live in a computer
Afghanis gonna gun with it
Foreign policy is neutered
The dialtone is to the tune of your fiscal conservatism
Saxophone's ringing for you!

The saxophone's ringing for ya
The saxophone's ringing for ya
Pick up the saxophone
Ronald Reagan

We need a prez who can play the saxophone now
'Cause all the people want is a leader who's a saxophonist
Here is the only thing you should know in office:
Saxophone's ringing for ya!

The saxophone's ringing for ya
The saxophone's ringing for ya
Pick up the saxophone
Ronald Reagan