“three chords”

written by Dan Reeder

Well I can play 3 chords on this old, homemade guitar

sound just like Van Morrison (in his better days)

and if you could stop me, you would have already

'cause I can play 3 chords on this old, homemade guitar

sound just like Van Morrison (in his better days)

and if you could stop me, you would have already

'cause jealousy is obviously killing you

“no one will laugh”

written by Dan Reeder

Oh you can make a mess of the simplest song

And no one will laugh

No no one will laugh

You can make a mess of the simplest song

And no one will laugh at you

You can make a mess of the simplest song

And no one will laugh

No no one will laugh

You can make a mess of the simplest song

And no one will laugh at you

And if they do

They can blow me, too

'Cause no one should laugh at you

You can make a mess of the simplest song

And no one will laugh

No no one will laugh

You can make a mess of the simplest song

And no one will laugh at you

Oh you can make a mess of the simplest song

And no one will laugh

No no one will laugh

You can make a mess of the simplest song

And no one will laugh at you

“tulips on the table”

written by Dan Reeder

Tulips on the table

mean that spring is on the way

the sun shines through the window like it hasn't shown in days

and lately you don't listen to a single thing I say

My baby don't love me anymore

I come home from work and you say it's nice to se you

I take off my jacket and say, "Nice to see you, too"

But I can't help but notice you hate everything I do

My baby don't love me anymore

The kids are at your folk's this weekend

it's just you and me

we can do anything we want

we're as free as we can be

but we can't seem to pick a movie we both want to see

My baby don't love me anymore

Tulips on the table

mean that spring is on the way

and the sun shines through the window like it hasn't shown in days

and lately you don't listen to a single thing I say

My baby don't love me anymore

“food and pussy”

written by Dan Reeder

What do you want?

I want food and pussy!

How come?

It's just the way God made me.

Is that alright?

I guess it must be ok...

Hoo bop bop bop

Shengalengalengleng

What do you want?

I want food and pussy!

How come?

It's just the way God made me.

Is that allright?

I guess it must be ok...

Hoo bop bop bop

Shengalengalengleng

Two little children, lyin' in bed

One was sick, the other 'most dead

Went to the doctor and the doctor said

What do you want?

I want food and pussy! How come?

It's just the way God made me.

Is that allright?

I guess it must be ok...

Hoo bop bop bop

Shengalengalengleng

What do you want?

I want food and pussy!

How come?

It's just the way God made me.

Is that allright?

I guess it must be ok...

Hoo bop bop bop

Shengalengalengleng

Went to the doctor and the doctor said

The only thing that we can do is cut off your head

We'll send it to Berlin

Where I have a friend

He'll fix it like it's sposed to be and mail it back again

Oh what do you want?

I want food and pussy!

How come?

It's just the way God made me.

Is that allright?

I guess it must be ok...

Hoo bop bop bop

Shengalengalengleng

What do you want?

I want food and pussy!

How come?

It's just the way God made me.

Is that allright?

I guess it must be ok...

Hoo bop bop bop

Shengalengalengleng

What do you want?

I want food and pussy!

How come?

It's just the way God made me.

Is that allright?

I guess it must be ok...

Hoo bop bop bop

Shengalengalengleng

What do you want?

I want food and pussy!

How come?

It's just the way God made me.

Is that allright?

I guess it must be ok...

Hooooooooooo

“fight my way out”

written by Dan Reeder

I'm ready

to fight my way

out of this ghetto

Well I just got home from work

and I'm sick and tired of painting doors

it's all I can do to take it

but I about had it anymore

Oh I'm ready

to fight my way

outta this ghetto

And I'm goin to have to go to the store and

buy some milk, some crackers and some bread

it's not a great lot of fun, but it's better than bein' dead

Oh I'm ready

to fight my way

outta this ghetto

Tomrrow morning I'm gonna get up

I'm gonna do the same goddamned thing

makes me think about the American way of life,

and lettin' freedom ring

Oh I'm ready

to fight my way

outta this ghetto

So good night Ladies and Gentlemen

It's time to go to bed

and forget about all the damn laquer fumes boiling around in my head

Oh I'm ready

to fight my way

outta this ghetto

And I'm so tired of thinking about quittin' smoking

staying up too late

I'd like to buy a little shack in the beach in Mexico

and sell bait

Oh I'm ready

to fight my way

outta this ghetto

“shackles and chains”

written by Dan Reeder

I got a job, 3 kids and a wife

I gotta baseball cap and a swiss army knife

and I guess i'd have to say I can't complain

but i think almost every day

i wanna leave this mess; make my

getwaway

And throw off

these shackles and chains

shackles and chains

I wanna throw off these shackles and chains

I got a job, 3 kids and a wife

I gotta baseball cap and a swiss army knife

and I guess i'd have to say I can't complain

but i think almost every day

i wanna leave this mess; make my getwaway

And throw off these shackles and chains

shackles and chains

I wanna throw off these shackles and chains

shackles and chains

I wanna throw off these shackles and chains

I got a job, 3 kids and a wife

I gotta baseball cap and a swiss army knife

and I guess i'd have to say I can't complain

but i think almost every day

i wanna leave this mess; make my getwaway

And throw off these shackles and chains

shackles and chains

I wanna throw off these shackles and chains

“here in the kitchen”

written by Dan Reeder

I just love

to stand by the window

here in the kitchen

watch it rain

there is no

rhyme or reason

and there is nothing to explain

when I stand by the window

here in the kitchen

watch it rain

and i don't care if the phone should ring

and i don't care if the doorbell ring

i will stand here by the window

here in the kitchen

watch it rain

“my little bitty pee pee”

written by Dan Reeder

Well yesterday I was just another white guy

Uh-huh

But I'm a blues man today

I can hear those colored girls singing in the background

Woo hoo just like in the bathtub

It's a thang thang thang thang thang thang thang thang thang thang thang

I'm a white guy

But I'm a blues man today

And just like all the rest of us

I'm a little bit ashamed

Of my

My little bitty pee-pee

Pee-pee

Little bitty pee-pee

My little bitty pee-pee

I-i'm ashamed of my little bitty pee-pee

My little bitty pee-pee

“work song”

written by Dan Reeder

I got all... The fuckin' work I need

“po po dancing”

written by Dan Reeder

Po Po, Po Po Dancin'

Po Po Dancin'

Down on the bayou

Po Po, Po Po Dancin'

Po Po Dancin'

Down on the bayou

“the day is over”

written by Dan Reeder

Tired of workin'

And I'm tired of comin' home

And I'm tired of gettin' up in the mornin'

And I'm tired to the bone

Oh the day is over

I'm tired of gettin' up in the mornin'

And I'm tired of goin' to work

And I'm tired of talkin'

Oooh the day is over

And I'm tired of having to brush my teeth

And I'm tired of having to put on new clothes

And I'm tired of comin' home in the evenin'

Ooooh the day is over

“these are a few of my favorite things”

written by Dan Reeder

What does it feel like to get shot in the head?

Every night I watch my daughter fallin' from a mile-high bridge.

Sometimes the chainsaw bucks out of the log

Will I ever win the lottery?

These are a few of my, a few of my favorite things.

What is it like to take your space helmet off on the moon?

Sit in the gas chamber, falsely accused?

Sometimes the telephone rings at 3 a.m.

When the doctor have bad news

These are a few of my, a few of my favorite things.

Will I someday see the light of the coming saint?

I see my house surrounded by fire trucks and flashing lights

Sometimes people get out in the nick of time

Is that car going to stop?

These are a few of my, a few of my favorite things.

What does it feel like to get shot in the head?

Every night I watch my daughter fallin' from a mile-high bridge.

Sometimes the chainsaw bucks out of the log

Will I ever win the lottery?

These are a few of my, a few of my favorite things.

“Havana burning”

written by Dan Reeder

If I had a pistol I could join a revolution

Just like Che, imagine me

Hunkered down low in the sugarcane

Watching Havana burning

They might say listen here

We got no soap and we got no beer

We fight for the Truth and the Truth is clear

I say, who you gotta know to get a gun around here?

I wanna see Havana burning

And if you'd let me join in me and Che

Would be the best of friends, we'd wait for the day

Someone to say, put on your camouflage vest

And your black beret and let's go watch Havana burning

If I had a pistol I could join a revolution

Just like Che, imagine me

Hunkered down low in the sugarcane

Watching Havana burning

“dr. gunter”

written by Dan Reeder

Oh the wax

on the bottle

holdin' the candle

that's burnin

like true love

on the middle of the table

is bringing me down

whoa oh oh

it's bringing me down

so down

Dr Gunter you can help me --

put another beer down over here

Oh the pretty girls have all gone home

and the ugly ones

prefer to be alone

amd the ones at the bar

already know me all to well

go to hell

It's bringing me down

whoa oh oh

It's bringing me down

so down

put another beer down over here

Oh the only things he has right

is to turn out the light

in the middle of the night

what a rude thing to do

bringing me down

oh it's bringing me down

Dr Gunter you can help me --

bring another beer down over here

Oh the wax

on the bottle

holding the candle

that's a burnin

like true love

in the middle of the table

is bringing me down

whoa oh oh oh it's bringing me down

Dr Gunter you can help me

put another beer down over here

“the world’s slowest blues”

written by Dan Reeder

I've already gone my separate way

There's so many things

I don't dare to say

And it cursed me

as the band starts to play

And the drum goes so slow

it just drags behind

even I don't know

what's on my mind

So i sit and stare

and I tap my chair

to the World's Slowest Blues

This all reminds me of that dream

Where you try to run; you try to scream

But your heavy feet

Just drag to the beat

of the World's Slowest Blues

and I've already gone my separate way

there's so many things i don't dare to say

and it cursed me

as the band starts to play

“clean elvis”

written by Dan Reeder

I inject pure kryptonite

Into my brain

It improves my kung-fu

And it eases the pain during

Acceleration

When the pedal hits the floor

This thing burns nitroglycerin

And powdered C4

And I will always love you

I drive a modified

T-series Lola

It's kind of heavy

But I like the feel

When I say Vietnam

It sounds just like coca-cola

I believe most anything

As long as it's not real

And I will always love you

I battled aliens

From outer space

They got one eye right

In the middle of their face

I grab my laser gun

I know my place

Somebody's got to save

The human race

And I will always love you

It seems hopeless

But wouldn't you know

They got a weakness

And they let it show

They can't jump

And they're a little bit slow

When I say world war 2 I mean the video

And I

- help me elvis I

-come on now elvis

I can't help

Falling in love with you