Look to the left, look to the right You won’t see’em coming in the middle of the night Machine-gun kisses (bop bop shoobop) Machine-gun kisses (shooby-dooby-doowop) My machine-gun kisses are gonna blow you away Ain’t no baloney, you tasted macaroni Prepare to be wowed by my smack-a-roni Machine-gun kisses (bop bop shoobop) Machine-gun kisses (shooby-dooby-doowop) My machine-gun kisses are gonna make your day Watch out boy I’m gonna give you the whole nine yards You’re gonna fall into my trap... If you let down your guard You may have had a smooch, may have had a peck, my Super-sonic smacker has never missed yet Machine-gun kisses (bop bop shoobop) Machine-gun kisses (shooby-dooby-doowop) My machine-gun kisses are gonna rock your town You may have a girl, may have a woman but My pucker powers are... super-human Machine-gun kisses (bop bop shoobop) Machine-gun kisses (shooby-dooby-doowop) My machine-gun kisses are gonna spin you ‘round Solo Biff bang pow and a rat-a-tat-tat my Machine gun kisses are where it’s at! Machine-gun kisses (bop bop shoobop) Machine-gun kisses (shooby-dooby-doowop) My machine-gun kisses are gonna make your day My machine-gun kisses are guaranteed to sway My machine-gun kisses are gonna blow you away

I know this town like the back of my hand Man let’s blow this popsicle stand Souped-up coupes from left to right aw man Not another… hot rod saturday night Burnin’ rubber and blowin’ off steam Seems it’s always the same routine Puffed up peacocks picking a fight... Man not another… hot rod saturday night Cruisin’ up and down the old boulevard Life in Cali sure ain’t hard Maybe there’s something that we missed? Or maybe just another… hot rod saturday night Ladies are suitably unimpressed Such predictable weekend dress Same teenagers, same old rites, come On not another... hot rod saturday night?... Leather jackets and poodle skirts … so much a cli-che it hurts Won’t you please hold your applause for a Bunch of rebels without a cause Cruisin’ up and down the old boulevard Life in Cali sure ain’t hard There’s got to be something more than this Or maybe just another… hot rod saturday night Hot rod saturday night (just another) Hot rod saturday night (oh brother) Hot rod saturday night (why bother) Someday we’re go nna get it, until then just forget it, for now it’s just another Hot rod saturday night

It’s been a while since you came around The grapevine says that you’re back in town Hey boy won’t you drop me a line some time? The operator won’t give me a line I guess it’s got to be... on your dime Hey buster, won’t you drop me a line some time It’s been a while since we’ve hung out What’s all this circumnavigation about? Hey Phileas Fogg, when you’ve seen the world Maybe you’ll notice... this lonely girl... Come on boy won’t you drop me a line some time VERSE 2 You’ve got me living on a short short leash You could let me have a nibble at least Hey bud, would you throw me a bone some time? I checked the hospitals and mortuaries The way you’re avoiding me is getting kind of scary Hey Casper, won’t you make an appearance some time CHORUS: I checked our local haunt to see if you were about When I came in, I saw you running out The bartender said that you mentioned my name You’re making me feel like I’ve got the plague... Hey speedy, won’t you put on the brakes some time? VERSE: You fished me in like gin to a drinker Now I’m falling hook line and sinker Captain Nemo won’t you come up for air some time? In case I’m not getting to you mister… If things don’t work out with my sister Hey boy won’t you drop me a line some time

I put my best foot forward I've tried and I'm true But if you get in my way I'm gonna step all over you I may look prim and proper All the way from tip to toe But I'm a little bit wicked Just to let you know... CHORUS I said boy you better watch it… My polka dot galoshes Hands in your pockets Turn and start walkin’... Keep away from my polka dot galoshes VERSE I've got an evil streak Deep down within I prey on the weak You can see it in my grin … My wicked ways Aren't meant to harm But like a praying mantis... You'll fall to my charm You're getting too close to my polka dot galoshes Hey boy put your hands in your pockets and Keep away from my polka dot galoshes END CHORUSES I said boy you better watch it… My polka dot galoshes Hands in your pockets Turn and start walkin’... Keep away from my polka dot galoshes I said boy you better watch it… My polka dot galoshes You can call them wellies Never rubber boots But keep away from my polka dot galoshes

She’s walkin’ (with an apostrophe) She’s talkin’ (with an apostrophe) And when she’s rockin’ You know it’s with an apos-tro-pheeeee She’s rulin’ (with an apostrophe) Ain’t no foolin’ (with an apostrophe) She does what she’s doin’ with an... a-pos-tro-phe That girl has got style That could go the quarter mile Wastes no time just a- Draggin’ on down the line That lady has got grace And brightens up the place Things are gonna happen When she arrives REPEAT CHORUS She’s handy as a pocket knife... And twice as sharp She’ll leave you in the dust... When she hits it out of the park She’s the sharpest tool in the shed Painted fire-engine red: when Things heat up she keeps... A cool cool head Chorus / RIFF 4X / Solo / RIFF 4X She’s the brightest bulb lightin’ up… the Christmas tree Her elevator is headin’ to the top She’s runnin’ on 8 cylinders And baby you can see She’s a bullet train and she ain’t gonna stop! ALT CHORUS 1 She’s always... abbreviatin’ ‘Cause she don’t like waitin’-stay Out of her way she’s goin’ to the top! Alt Chorus 2 Everybody’s knockin’... on her door They’re flockin’ … just to adore Her expeditious ... efficiencies ALT CHORUS 3 She’s causin’ … quite a fuss There’s nothin’ … superfluous It’s shockin’ ... one look and you’ll see REGULAR CHORUS

Sittin’ on the porch in the midday sun Man he ain’t gettin’ no work done Old straw hat and worn out shoes Looks like Red’s got the blues Looks like Red done lost a bet They took all his money and shaved his head What can you do, when your luck ain’t true Looks like Red’s got the blues Red’s got the blues so he’s hittin’ the bottle Drinkin’ that moonshine down, full-throttle He can try to wash those sorrows away But tomorrow’s just another day It’s yesterday’s news but... It looks like Red’s got the blues No job, no woman and a leaky roof Red’s got problems that are 80 proof May have erred when forced to choose Looks like Red’s got the blues

As I head out on the open road The sun sets on those California hills I’ve left behind a … heavy load And the swallowing of all those bitter pills Then I see those flashing lights, in my rear view I say I’m sorry officer, I couldn’t hear you I was counting my lucky stars above And driving under the influence of love RIFF I put the pedal to the metal almost every night To get back to my baby and ... feel all right The signs, lines and lights are all … just distractions I’m suffering from mag-netic attraction But when I hear those sirens wailin’ I say “sorry officer, that I keep failin’” But I can’t believe my lucky stars above And I’m driving under the influence of love RIFF Then he started getting … more capricious His mysterious ways, more and more suspicious I’d drive home every night in a hurry Hoping they remained just ... fictional worries Since my obsession wouldn’t let me be I found that patrol car, once again pointing right at me I said sheriff: is this one you can let me out of?… I’m driving under the influence of love 2X RIFF Well I finally did catch him in the act And it was with my best friend, imagine that And that best bud, well she happened to be a cop You can see where this is headed, so I guess I’ll stop So I hightailed it right out of there Hit the open road again… without a care I guess it’s him I’m still thinking of… While driving under the influence of love Some day I’ll find another - but for now - I’m driving under the influence of love Some day I’ll find another lover, but for now I’m driving under the influence of love

Who’s that that I see from across the room? Is he looking at me or looking at you? I’m trying to catch his eye But he’s walkin’ right on by Well I just can’t … catch a break, now can I? Well it’s my lucky day … he’s a-comin’ my way Or is he gonna walk right by? It’s hard to say Is it my perception, or his lack of direction? Well any which way, I’m gonna make him mine He’s my cross-eyed, bow-legged man He means the world to me, you wouldn’t understand I don’t care where he’s lookin’ / walkin’ You know he’s always cookin’ / rockin’ My cross-eyed, bow-legged man Is he lookin’ at me? Or maybe down the street Well I don’t care ‘cause he’s lookin’ … fine as he can be And he can look at you… and me simultaneously That man is something… to see Now he’s walking across the floor, straight in my direction Or is he heading for that mirror, and maybe my reflection? I don’t give a hoot … I ain’t givin’ him the boot ‘Cause to me … that boy is perfection Alt Chorus: He may be far from perfect, in someone else’s look But you know that he can read: both pages of the book If I have a secret, I try to hide from him… He reminds me: he can see behind me Repeat chorus + repeat “I don’t care where she’s lookin’” + Tag + Longer tag

Spending my time livin’ day to day Drinkin’ all night and workin’ all day Last few bucks for a bite to eat Holes in the soles of my shoes and my feet Well something’s gotta give That’s a hard way to live Wakin’ in the morning with who knows who Trying to shake off these shots of you Forcin’ myself … up out of bed Shakin’ the cobwebs from my head Well something’s gotta give That’s a hard way to live It’s a hard way to live on a shoestring heart Not a dollar, or a penny, or the will to start It’s an easy way to die if you don’t even try Something’s gotta give That’s a hard way to live One pint two pint three pint four A glass of whiskey and a couple more I can still stand on my own two feet Everything’s comin’-up oh so sweet [ But something’s gotta give / something’s gotta give / something’s gotta give That’s a hard way to live ] (X2) If you can’t find love, love who you’re with but that Old cliche is wearing pretty thin Stumblin’ home on a Saturday night, with 20/20 vision and no hindsight The situation I’m in but Something’s gotta give It’s a hard way to live but something’s gotta give

©Stephen K. Donnelly SOCAN/ASCAP Ain't no blues about how you kiss me Ain't no blues about how you hold me tight Ain't no blues about your loving arms And how they keep me warm at night No there ain't no blues There ain't no happy blues Ain't no blues about you 'Cause I got no blues at all Ain't no blues about how much I love you Ain't no blues about how much I care Ain't no blues 'bout how much I miss you Every night when you're not there Ain't no blues winter spring summer Ain't no blues when the leaves start to fall Ain't no blues about you, no, no blues about you 'Cause I got no blues at all Ain't no blues about you No there ain't no happy blues Ain't no blues about you 'Cause I got no blues at all

Would you be mine 4x I heard from a friend of a friend You were flyin’ solo again You caught her messin’ around at school How could anyone be so cruel? Called you up just the other day Didn’t know just what to say When I heard you on the end of the line I just knew… that you had to be mine Chorus You asked... to meet for a shake We sat in silence but that was OK You reached out, your hand touched mine I felt a shiver and it felt so fine You walked me home... right to my door You know I wanted... so much more We are young... we’re in no rush But I just wanted your kiss so much Chorus

As I sidle up to the bar And I notice the stage from afar The glint of those 10 steel strings Catches my eye And since my heart is a-breaking And my soul is just aching I say to that steel-man… Make it cry [C] [G] Chorus: Make it cry… make it cry Until there’s a tear in every dry eye Make it cry… don’t ask why Just hear my plea, set us all free Make it cry I raise my glass to the band I have to give them a hand For helping me drown out my thoughts, And sating my sorrow (UNUSED And my sorrows as well (to boot?) ) These past few days I’ve been hurting So tell that fiddle I’m yearning To feel the pull of the rosin... on that bow Repeat chorus I’m feeling lost and unsure (alone) Like everyone else has before Sometimes a good tune is all I need to get by So I tell that ... guitar-man To tune up and strike up the band “Come on guitar-man, make it cry…“