1.Flat Out Get It
Lyricist：R S Field, Webb Wilder
Three, two, one
Do you know where your accountants are？
Would you believe young mothers
Have deserted their broods to dance
At new age satanists rallies？
Have you ever known
Of the Rock And Roll Justice League busting
A locking tremolo in your community
Or are they merely paying lip service
To your local guitar authorities？
These and other questions
Are raised in the following excerpt
From Webb Wilder's Motivational Tips
For Teens Manifesto And Rock And Roll Pamphlet
At this juncture, let us deviate from the
Preferace to these illusory comments
To clear our minds of all secular
And non ascetic questions and answers
Which all will be covered in God's good time
And play the electric guitar
All right ha, ha, ha, ha
All right ha, ha, ha, ha
All right ha, ha, ha, ha
All right ha, ha, ha, ha
Come on little baby, don't you think its time to dry your eyes？
Something got you down and Lord knows I can sympathize
But why'd you even come If all your gonna do is mope around？
Save it all for Sunday 'cause tonight we're gonna rock this town
Let you feet lose their mind
Do the dog, do the swim, do the Frankensteins
Well, all right ha, ha, ha, ha
All right ha, ha, ha, ha
All right don't sweat it, flat out get it
I got a hunch you're gonna like it a bunch
Come on everybody, don'tcha be a sittin' on your hands
Pick a wall flower start a swingin' like old Tarzan
Make a monkey of yourself, be the best you've ever felt I know
I'm a monkey man myself, I'm makin' peanuts after every show
Thats all right I'm doin' fine
You gotta stop and smell the dandelion
Well, all right ha, ha, ha, ha
All right ha, ha, ha, ha
All right don't sweat it, flat out get it
I got a hunch you're gonna like it a bunch
Well, rock and roll is gettin' old now, they got it sellin' soap
But its my only vice, I don't need liquor dice or dope, no
What the heck I hit the deck and burnin' rubber off your soul
Radio the woman don't forget the mist will knock you cold
Just honky tonk all night long 'cause tomorrow we'll all be long
gone
Well, all right ha, ha, ha, ha
All right ha, ha, ha, ha
All right ha, ha, ha, ha
All right ha, ha, ha, ha
All right don't sweat it, flat out get it
I got a hunch you're gonna like it a bunch
2.Cold Front
Lyricist：Robert Stockton Field, Michael Lee Smith
New York woman, got the rich girl blues
She can do anything she wants
Can't find nothin' to do, she goes through bars
Like a prince of blue towers, yes, you do
New York woman, she got the penthouse view
I can see bad weather comin'
Storm clouds billowin' through
She drinks the Dom Perignon like it was a orange juice
Well, there's a cold front movin' in
Some real bad weather just around the bend
I'm thinkin' about migratin' south
There's a cold front movin' in
Awful woman's cookin'
It tastes like monkey stew
But she got the recipe
Now, there's a nip in the air
There's a chill in the thrill
Well, are we through？
Now, there's a cold front movin' in
Some real bad weather just around the bend
I'm thinkin' about migratin' south
There's a cold front movin' in
Get this
I'm just a yard dog
Unaccustomed to sleepin' by your fire
And momma if you put me out
I'll wake your neighbors howl and scratch and cry enough to die
High rise woman, she got a downtown view
Her daddy's head cook and bottle washer at a bank or two
She lives to shock her momma
And momma don't like you know, who？
Well, there's a cold front movin' in
Some real bad weather just around the bend
I'm thinkin' about migratin' south
There's a cold front movin' in, yeah
Now, there a cold front movin' in, frosty man, frosty
I said a cold front movin' in
There's a cold front
There's a cold front movin' in, ahh, yeah
3.Hittin' Where It Hurts
Lyricist：Robert Stockton Field, Webb Wilder
I don't know what you think you're tryin' to do
There ain't no loop hole that you ain't crawled through
You're cookin' the books, you're throwin' the game
I oughta call it all because of rain
I keep on, keepin' on tryin' to make it work
But I got to tell ya your hittin' where it hurts
I'm fightin' feelin's I ain't never felt
It's like you're lettin' fly below the belt
I'm in a pinch, I'm feelin' a crunch
You blindside with your sucker punch
Let me make my point before I meander
What's good for the goose is good for the gander
You're hittin' where it hurts
You're hittin' where it hurts
You're doin' dirty work
It's a real shaky deal
You're hittin' where it hurts
They say, 'A whistlin' girl and a crowin' hen
Always come to the same sad end'
Your hands look scabbed your dress is a mess
You got lies in your eyes, champagne on your breath
You got a wild streak so dang hot
Light a cigarette if you hit the right spot
You're hittin' where it hurts
You're hittin' where it hurts
You're doin' dirty work
It's a real shaky deal
You're hittin' where it hurts
You're hittin' where it hurts
You're hittin' where it hurts
You're doin' dirty work
It's a real shaky deal
Hittin' where it hurts, ya hit me
Aww, ya hit me where it hurts
Ya doin' dirty work
Now it's a real shaky deal
Ya hittin' where it hurts, hey
4.Do You Know Something (I Don't Know)
Lyricist：Robert Stockton Field
I get a feeling I can't quite name
A ghost of a pain just before the rain
Got second sight flashin' but things aren't clear
A little voice asking things I don't want to hear
Been gettin' sympathetic smiles for a while
Do you know somethin' that I don't know？
Do you know somethin' that I don't know？
Look me in the eye, please, say it ain't so
'Cause I, I, I, I, I, I don't want to cry no more
Now you won't be the first to fade away
But don't be a stranger if you're gonna stay
Don't shut me out 'cause I know what gives
If love's not the password, I don't know what is
Got me under a blue spell
Pray tell
Do you know somethin' that I don't know？
Do you know somethin' that I don't know？
Look me in the eye, please say it ain't so
'Cause I, I, I, I, I, I don't want to cry no more
So let's have it, babe, now if you will
Shoot straight but don't shoot to kill
Do you know somethin' that I don't know？
Ain't no tellin' what I don't know
Yeah, somethin' tells me, somethin' going on
Whispers in the air and on the code a phone
I can't tell the future but I can take a hint
If your love is really gone, I wonder where it went？
So let's have it, babe, now if you will
Shoot straight but don't shoot to kill
Do you know somethin' that I don't know？
Do you know somethin' that I don't know？
Look me in the eye, babe, say it ain't so
'Cause I don't want to cry
Girl, you must know somethin'
I, I, I don't want to cry
I don't want to cry no more
5.No Great Shakes
Lyricist：R S Field, Webb Wilder
Why you let me get this close I can't say
Close but no cigar, it's still too far away
If I reach for you, will you run？
If I tag along, will I spoil the fun？
If I play it cool, will you think I'm playin' dumb？
My mind tumbles when I talk to you
You wouldn't think it would be so hard to do
You're a nightingale, I'm a mockingbird
Every song I sing is a song you've heard
When it comes to love, guess, I just ain't got the word
I'm no great Shakes at reading your mind
No great Shakes at sayin' my lines
Show me a sign, give me a clue
Tell me what it takes to get through to you
The crystal ball ain't all it's cracked up to be
The psychic hotline, hell, that's way too deep for me
But there's no lip service I won't pay
No cliche that I won't say
There's no rhyme that I won't lay on you
Still I'm no great Shakes at reading your mind
No great Shakes at standin' in line
Give me a sign, show me a clue
Tell me what it takes to get through to you
No great Shakes at reading your mind
No great Shakes at standin' in line
Give me a sign, show me a clue
Tell me what it takes, no great Shakes
At readin' your mind
No great Shakes, no great Shakes
Bidin' my time, tell me, what it takes
'Cause I'm no great Shakes
6.Human Cannonball
Lyricist：Robert Stockton Field
Saw the add in the paper, said, the hell with it all
Took a gig with the circus as the Human Cannonball
It didn't take long to learn my trade
Very first show, man, I blew the folks away
Now the job's a little risky but I'm my own boss
I gotta tell ya, Jack, it really gets me off
I live in a tent with The World's Strongest Man
My baby, she's a lady in the high wire act
When I'm feeling tense, she walks on my back
Now the pay's okay, the benefits are great
I get to shoot the bull with the World's Smartest Ape
I'm the Human Cannonball
I'm the Human Cannonball, y'all
Well, I'm a hot shot, I'm a cool breeze
Underneath the big top, I'm the big cheese
I lay it on the line, let it all hang
Where I go, least I know, I'll go with a bang
I reckon, I'ma living every kid's dream
It's a buzz, it's a gas, it's a real scream
I'm the Human Cannonball
I'm the Human Cannonball, y'all
Alright folks, just make yourself at home
Have a snow cone and enjoy the show
They put me on the cover of the USA Today
Tell the world what the Human Cannonball got to say
On the 'Carson Show', they're saying, â½HC
What you do you got to be right outta your treesâ
Well, it's a little risky but I'm my own boss
I got to tell you, John, it really gets me off
I'm the Human Cannonball
I'm the Human Cannonball, y'all
I'm the Human Cannonball
I'm the Human Cannonball, y'all
Now blast off, I said blast off
7.What's Got Wrong With You？
Lyricist：R S Field, W Wilson
Somehow I got the notion
We gave a thing in motion
Now you say it's history
Was it somethin' I said？
Was it all in my head？
Child, you're such a mystery
Oh, and I ain't got a clue
What's got wrong with you？
You used to fill my cup
I couldn't get enough
Now the well is so dry
It was so satisfyin'
Now I'm cryin'
My love's been coming up snake eyes
Oh, like a bolt fell out of the blue
What's got wrong with you？
What's got wrong with you？
What's got wrong with you？
I tried to win you over
Called the Teleflora
Man said save your money
Everybody I meet up and down
Is looking at me funny
Oh, won't you let me in on it too？
What's got wrong with you？
What's got wrong with you？
What's got wrong with you？
Oh, oh, oh
I thought we couldn't lose
Things were rolling smooth
But you had to monkey with it
Now my nerves are shot
My motor's runnin' hot
And I don't know how to fix it
Oh, tell me what I didn't do
What's got wrong with you？
What's got wrong with you？
What's got wrong with you？
What's got wrong with you？
What's got wrong with you？
What's got wrong？ Wrong
What's got wrong with you？
I want you to tell me
What's got wrong with you？ Aw, aw
What's got wrong with you？ Aw
What's got wrong with you？ Aw
What's got wrong with you？ Aw
What's got wrong with you？ Aw
Aw, wrong with you？
What's got wrong with you？
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