They Came For Accordions ©1998 P. Rogers/ L. Wallace DumDitty Music/BMI They came from deepest outer space in search of a gift from the human race Transmissions from yesteryears had finally reached their pointy ears And an image unlike all the rest with a colorful box strapped to it's chest It made a sound that made them smile And they all felt happy for a while So they set off to find this merry cure at one hundred eighty six thousand per Based on the data they had scanned Milwaukee's where they planned to land They Came for Accordions! They Came for Accordions! They searched in attics, behind closet doors The dusty backrooms of music stores they moved across Wisconsin State and asked each citizen to donate And everytime they got a "Yup" they went ahead and beamed it up. soon their cargo bay was full Increasing their gravitational pull So, with afterburners burning bright they sped off in the summer night They Came for Accordions! They Came for Accordions! Took them all, far and near and a recipe for making beer You should have seen their alien faces when they opened up the cases. Staring with a deep space look "Gartook!, " they forgot the "How To " book So they did their best to play the things with a whole array of pulleys and strings Now somewhere in the universe You can hear these folks rehearse And though they play them upside down It's pretty much the same damn sound.

Hippie With a Banjo © Paul Rogers/ DumDitty Music Little green beanie on a long haired mop Red propeller spinning on top Rainbow colors on a tie-dyed shirt Two bare feet all covered with dirt Pickin’ and a scratchin’ out a devil of a tune Higher than a kite in the afternoon He’s headin’ this way and he’s wantin’ to jam I got to disappear from the place I am Oh, have mercy on me I gotta run it’s a Hippie with a banjo It’s like torture to me Kinda like a skeeter in your ear when you camp, oh He’s so simple and free He’s gonna play the damn thing anywhere he can, so Please have mercy on me I gotta run it’s a Hippie with a banjo Now I’ve been to a dentist with a very dull drill He hammered on my gums, (or, hammered on my thumb) I remember it still I took a long drive in a very small car With my Uncle Eddie puffin’ on a big cigar I spent a whole summer with my Mother in-law all these things still stick in my craw But nothing compares to the pain I feel When I hear the twang of those strings of steel Chorus Just when I thought this is the worst that I’ve seen Here comes his girlfriend with a tambourine Oh have mercy on me I gotta run it’s a Hippie with a banjo Life’s been brutal to me Don’t make it worse with a hippie with a banjo Give him a job at sea How about the fella on a mast yellin’ “Land Ho” In to a new country Never let ‘em know you’ve got a Hippie with a banjo Oh yeah..a Hippie with a banjo A Hippie with a banjo

Wall of Gum © 1998 P Rogers and Lewis Wallace Well, the party died down about a quarter past one We were out of beer and we needed some Lloyd was there, standing by the front door We gave him twenty bucks and sent him to the beer store Now we all know Lloyd runs a little slow And shoulda known better than to let him go Pretty some folks just went to bed “Where the hell is Lloyd” I said Later on somebody called the coppers, they said “ Ya better come We found your buddy stuck on the Wall Of Gum” Wall of Gum, Wall Of Gum Lloyd got stuck on the Wall of Gum Wall of Gum, Wall Of Gum Lloyd got stuck on the Wall of Gum Dee dum dee dum dee dum Yeah, it’s forty some years of the chewed up pink and grey Stuck on the wall of a funky little alleyway When we got there Lloyd looked terrified We stood there laughing at him ‘til we nearly died He said he reached for something shiny way, way up there He forgot about his long ass hippie hair The cops were standing ‘round sipping on their coffee Lloyd was screaming “Get this sticky stuff off me” Had a mind to leave him up there hanging while had a beer But Lloyd was crying “Please get me off of here” Wall of Gum, Wall Of Gum Lloyd got stuck on the Wall of Gum Wall of Gum, Wall Of Gum Lloyd got stuck on the Wall of Gum Dee dum dee dum dee dum Well the sun came up all over this ugly scene Lloyd was covered up in Juicy Fruit and Dentyne He was staring at me looking like a scared rabbit And I was thinking chewing gum is a nasty habit “I swear I’ll never take another shortcut Or ever reach for shiny on some Beechnut” The fireman and paramedics gathered up in a huddle The said “Lloyd, you’re causing us a heap of trouble” Didn’t have to use no hook and ladder or the jaws of life I cut him down with little Jimmy’s jack knife Wall of Gum, Wall Of Gum Lloyd got stuck on the Wall of Gum Wall of Gum, Wall Of Gum Lloyd got stuck on the Wall of Gum Dee dum dee dum dee dum

Mucho de Nada © P. Rogers ©1998 P. Rogers I've got a gal A pretty gal that up and left me lonely and a hole as big as Texas in my heart A big 'ol house with no smiling face standing at the door Gone are the starry nights of romance since I don't get to slow dance with her anymore No Tengo Nada Mucho de Nada Nada solo un hoyo en mi corazon Tu tienes todo en el mundo No Tengo Nada Mucho de Nada I had a dream a dream that we would always be together and in your heart I'd always be the one But I awoke awoke without a hope to keep you mine now there's no beauty in the morning I wish that I was born in another place and time No Tengo Nada Mucho de Nada Nada solo un hoyo en mi corazon Tu tienes todo en el mundo No Tengo Nada Mucho de Nada

Love & Lies ©1999 P. Rogers Who will you give your heart to tonight When passion has it's way? What mad enchantment rises with the moon that lies so quiet by the day? Across a room, eyes in the gloom pull you close without a word Dance, Dance come dance you hear them say But it's the Devil's voice you've heard Love & Lies, Love & Lies Careful what you say In the night, beneath moonlight It's a game that lovers play And so you throw all caution to the wind What do the lonely have to lose? To take a chance or never dare Which is the wiser one to choose? Bring more Champagne, this heart's insane and ready for another spin Round and round, we'll wager on romance It's the hardest bet to win Love & Lies, Love & Lies Make the world go 'round Angel eyes and alibis Love & Lies abound Then comes the day, he's gone away You always knew it had to end A tear or two, a fond adieux And your heart is on the mend Love & Lies, Love & Lies Whispers in your ear Open Eyes, Listen wise Love & Lies you'll hear

First Bratwurst of Summer © 1999 Brady, Rogers, Wallace Well, the winter nights are long And the northern winds are strong The gray days can be quite a bummer Here's what gets us through When there's snow on the barbecue Dreams of the first bratwurst of summer Now all our friends have called And our buns are finally thawed a certain savory smoke is in the air so, I'm following my nose Where everybody goes Toasting to the first bratwurst of summer First Bratwurst of Summer Just one thing missing here, Beer! Beer! Beer! I'm a Squeezer, not a strummer and I'll play a tune or two just as soon as you Grill me up a good one golden brown Then it's First Brat of Summer goin' down! Now, Here's what we're gonna do we'll have a big tadoo inviting folks from all across the state we'll feed this giant throng with a grill a mile long and a bit of heaven piled on every plate First Bratwurst of Summer Hey, there's something missing here, Beer! Beer! Beer! I guess we're all a little plumper I was skinny as a splinter But I ate a bit this winter Well, What the heck, what's another pound? First Brat of Summer goin' down! First Bratwurst of Summer Still something missing here, Beer! Beer! Beer! I'm not a Geezer on a bummer I like playing happy polkas and tellin' stupid jokas don't I make you smile when I come around? Just like the first Brat of summer going down! First Bratwurst of Summer Let me hear ya cheer, Beer! Beer! Beer! Sing out, dontcha be a hummer Everybody dance Put on your polka pants Raise your buns way up in the air! 'Cause it's the First Brat of summer going down.

KICK ME IN THE BUTT P Rogers 1997 Sometimes this sofa feels just like quicksand Can't find the strength to raise my hand or stand Feels like the TV is tethered to my eyes. All sex and violence, nothing gets a rise. I got to get outta here Before I disappear Somebody...... Kick Me In the Butt....See if I care Pull me from the rut..I'm dying in my easy chair Push me to the ledge..I don't wanna hang around Kick me off the edge..Feels like I'm sinking down Kick my butt Kick my butt Kick my butt I sit in darkness, troubled and alone Don't talk to no one, I disconnect the phone I don't bother with people knocking at my door Even my friends don't come 'round here no more I've got to get away Before I waste away. Somebody ... Kick Me In The Butt... I'm getting at my get up and go Pull me from the rut..never thought I'd go so low Push me to the ledge...I don't wanna hang around Kick me off the edge..Feels like I'm sinking down Kick my butt Kick my butt Kick my butt Feels like I'm in a trance Must need it in the pants Kick Me In The Butt..Put you foot in my derriere Pull me from the rut..I'm dying in my easy chair Push me to the ledge..I'm tired of hangin 'round Kick me off the edge..Feels like I'm sinking down Kick my butt Kick my butt Kick my butt

Think About Stuff © 1997 P. Rogers Packed up my pickup truck brought my gun along just for luck Took a drive down Old Quarry road Set some bottles up and shot a load Sat and studied on my life a bit couldn't make no sense of it Had a smoke and a walk around Threw my hat down on the ground Chorus I Think About Stuff.......... Alot of Stuff's been messing my mind I know I ought to let it go. I reckon I can't sometimes. I Think About Stuff .........Alot of Stuff Keeps pressing my brain I get edgy when my thoughts get deeper Dang, here they come again. Stopped in at the Pac and Pay Picked me up a pint of Tanqueray A pack of Luckys and a six of Mickey's Drank a few on my way to Vicky's She was sitting there with Jimmy Earl Now what's he doing sitting with my girl? Well, Jimmy's done dumber than a stick of gum I might send 'em both to Kingdom Come. CHORUS Woke up with the TV on Some feller was floating down the Amazon Maybe I'll just get out of here Instead of hanging 'round another year Chorus

Clownhead ©1998 P. Rogers Clownhead peers through the grime on a windshield of a '69 , Roadrunner. Pedal to the metal, Clownhead makes his getaway into the country The Ringmaster's words still ring in his ears "You are not funny, you've never been funny and you'll never work this tent again" Clownhead...Nobody's laughing Clownhead...Where has he gone? Clownhead...They will remember Clownhead..Nobody's laughing now. Meanwhile at the birthday party for little Jimmy Osborn a furious mother stares out the window waiting anxiously for a former circus clown that is currently headed in the opposite direction. Too far away, too far gone to turn back now. Clownhead...Nobody's laughing Clownhead...Where has he gone? Clownhead...They will remember Clownhead..Nobody's laughing now Later that evening in the parking lot of a Walmart a small group of children gather round a large headed figure. They watch quietly as he hopelessly struggles with one misshapen balloon after another One by one they drift away, leaving Clownhead with clenched teeth and a happy face. Clownhead...Nobody's laughing Clownhead...Where has he gone? Clownhead...They will remember Clownhead..Nobody's laughing now

Dude ©1999 P. Rogers Oh Dude, Pardon while I run and hide From your other self that has just arrived Talking in you bull horn timbre Eyes petrified like flies in amber You're looking whiter than a ghost It ain't polite to grope the host Everybody's looking down at you (Dude) Dude, try to get a handle on it (Dude) Dude, there's trouble here and you don't want it (Dude) Dude, get up off from the floor Try to make it to the door Time to drag your sorry butt home Oh Dude, you're moving way too fast You got to slow it down and make the party last Look at you now just lying in a heap You trashed the place and then you feel asleep They're looking for a place to throw ya I denied I even know ya Everybody's stepping over you Chorus Dude, Dude, Dude Dude Dude, Dude, Dude Dude Oh Dude, I wonder how you feel today As you try to wash the night away You might have lost a friend or two But all the rest are just the same as you Look at me and try to focus They know the name you gave is bogus Everybody's coming after you Chorus