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Hamsterman
©1996 P. Rogers/ DumDitty Music BMI
I spend my days in a wire cage
Spinning ‘round in a wired (bloody) rage
Sticking my head in a bowl to eat
Yesterday’s paper at my feet
Spinning on a treadmill going nowhere
People going by stopping only to stare
Hamsterman, Hamsterman
Everybody laughs at the Hamsterman
Hamster, I,, I’m a jumpy little guy
I keep on spinning, but I don’t know why
Give me a dollar and I’ll pretend
That I am your furry little friend
Pull my tail and tug my ears
I make noises no one hears
Listen to my story, I must tell it
Help yourself to a little green pellet
Hamsterman, Hamsterman
Everybody laughs at the Hamsterman
Hamster, I, I’m a jumpy little guy
I keep on spinning but I don’t know why
(dream sequence)
One of these days I’ll break away
With a nip of a finger and a mighty squeal
I’ll be making tiny little tracks
Far from the kiddies and the spinning wheel……
Oh Hamsterman, that I am
I want to go back to my Hamster clan
Hamster, I, I’m a jumpy little guy
I keep on spinning but I don’t know why
The Hamster is free!
The Hamster is free at last!!
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Mothra
03:20
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MOTHRA
© 1994 P. Rogers
3am and I am not sleeping
counting sheep but they keep on leaping
Late show is over and done
Late, Late show has just begun!
Just my luck, it's a Japanese thriller
and I ain't talking about Godzilla
This monster gets around on wings
when the little girls start to sing
MOTHRA!.....etc.
So I'm paying a transpacific call
to a couple of girls this small
I heard they were running a Kareoke
hoping I find them Okey Dokey
From Tokyo to Okinawa
Checking the files of Kurasawa (Seijizawa)
Got to find those singing Pixies
even if they're pushing sixty.
MOTHRA!.....
Ridin' the back of that big old bug
Looks wings on a giant slug
Born in a heavywater broth
They control the Monster Moth
So now my friends I gots to leave ya's
I've gotta find those Dinky Divas
In the land of the rising sun
These gals are "Ichibon".
MOTHRA!.......
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3. |
Them Hippies Was Right
04:15
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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
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Behind The Bellows
03:29
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BEHIND THE BELLOWS
©1995 P. Rogers
All you kids on air guitar
I was once the way you are, Uh Huh
strictly just a Metal Man
Running where the others ran uh huh
But I never got nowhere
'til I started pumping air
Now my future has no doubt
Since I got in to the in and out
'Cause I'm ............
BEHIND THE BELLOWS
(Get thee behind the bellows)
I'm...............................
BEHIND THE BELLOWS
(and I intend to keep on pumping)
C'mon all you mosh pit dancers
Slackers, Trackers, Necromancers
I bet you didn't thought you couldn't move
to someone squeezing out a groove
Well, We intend to come to town
Pump it up and lay it down
C'mon all you Disco bumpers
Make room for us Paper Pumpers
'Cause I'm ............
BEHIND THE BELLOWS
(Get thee behind the bellows)
I'm...............................
BEHIND THE BELLOWS
(and I intend to keep on pumping)
Now the money's in the vault
All my blues below the salt
Hanky-Panky every night
Frankie Yanki' done me right
'Cause I'm ............
BEHIND THE BELLOWS
(Get thee behind the bellows)
I'm...............................
BEHIND THE BELLOWS
(and I intend to keep on pumping)
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Citizen Contraire
03:47
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CITIZEN CONTRAIRE
©1989 P. ROGERS
THE OTHER NIGHT WHILE SITTING IN A SHOW
I RECEIVED UPON MY HEAD A NASTY BLOW
I LOOKED AROUND TO TRY AND FIND MY FOE
TURNED OUT TO BE SOMEBODY WE ALL KNOW
HE WAS UP THERE IN THE BALCONY
WAS LAUGHING QUITE HYSTERICALLY
AT ALL THE NASTY FOOD DEBRIS
NOW LYING IN MY HAIR
I RAN UP TO THE SECOND FLOOR
AND RUNNING THROUGH THE EXIT DOOR
I SAW WHO I WAS LOOKING FOR...........
CITIZEN .....CONTRAIRE!
CITIZEN .....CONTRAIRE!
CITIZEN .....CONTRAIRE!
CITIZEN .....CONTRAIRE!
HE'S THE ONE WHO'S SOCIALLY UNFIT
HE DRINKS TOO MUCH AND KNOWS NOT WHEN TO QUIT
THOUGH HE THINKS HE IS CLEVER WIT
HE NEVER SHOWS US MORE THAN HALF OF IT.
A STUMBLEBUM AND NE'RDOWELL
MAKING LIFE A LIVING HELL
IF HE'D TAKE THE BIG FAREWELL
WHO ON EARTH WOULD CARE?
A PENCILHEADED PEANUT BRAIN
TOO DUMB TO ACTUALLY BE INSANE
BORN TO GO AGAINST THE GRAIN
THE CITIZEN CONTRAIRE!
CHORUS
NOW THERE ARE THOSE WHO SAY WE SHOULD FORGIVE
THOUGH IT IS A WORTHLESS LIFE HE LIVES
BUT CAN YOU REHABILITATE THE MIND
OF SOMEONE OUT TO TORMENT ALL MANKIND?
THERE REALLY IS NO WAY TO COPE
WITH SUCH A NASTY MISANTHROPE
EXCEPT PERHAPS TO TAKE A ROPE
AND TIE HIM TO A CHAIR
THEN TAKE HIM TO A SHOPPING MALL
AND PUT HIM IN A LITTLE STALL
AND CHARGE A DIME TO THROW A BALL AT
CITIZEN CONTRAIRE!
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Paco's Dream
03:14
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Ole!
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7. |
Deathbed Confession
02:51
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DEATHBED CONFESSION
© 1994 Rogers. Schwartz, Wallace
DEATHBED........ DEATHBED CONFESSION
DEATHBED........ DEATHBED CONFESSION
Once I was a man of art
Virtuous and pure of heart.
Emulating master strokes
and wary of the local blokes
One day a mate did sport me to a pint
another and another as we drank into the night
aye the canny lad induced me to erect
so lowly a design, I do now regret
I am Dying, I am Dying and I must confess
I put the Monster in Loch Ness, yes yes
I put the Monster in Loch Ness,
Oh, the people came from miles around
and turned Loch Ness to a booming town
and the scientists probed through the murky depths
for the little Nessie sitting on my backdoor steps
I am Dying, I am Dying and I must confess
I put the Monster in Loch Ness, yes yes
I put the Monster in Loch Ness,
Many years have gone since that fateful morn.
Not a word I've said for the fear of scorn
As I lay me down I will now reveal
Yon' Serpent that you saw was not a serpent real
I carved the little fellow out of balsa and pine
Put it in the water with some buddies of mine
Took a phony photo that the papers all ran
Made the biggest stir since the Piltdown Man!
I am Dying, I am Dying and I must confess
I put the Monster in Loch Ness, yes yes
I put the Monster in Loch Ness,
Oh Brethren will you hear me 'ere I'm laid to rest?
I put the Monster in Loch Ness ,yes yes
I put the Monster in Loch Ness!
DEATHBED........ DEATHBED CONFESSION
DEATHBED........ DEATHBED CONFESSION
DEATHBED........ DEATHBED CONFESSION
DEATHBED........ DEATHBED CONFESSION
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8. |
Hamsterman
03:57
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Hamsterman
©1997 P. Rogers/ DumDitty Music BMI
I spend my days in a wire cage
Spinning ‘round in a wired rage
Sticking my head in a bowl to eat
Yesterday’s paper at my feet
Spinning on a treadmill going nowhere
People going by stopping only to stare
Hamsterman, Hamsterman
Everybody laughs at the Hamsterman
Hamster, I,, I’m a jumpy little guy
I keep on spinning, but I don’t know why
Give me a dollar and I’ll pretend
That I am your furry little friend
Pull my tail and tug my ears
I make noises no one hears
Listen to my story, I must tell it
Help yourself to a little green pellet
Hamsterman, Hamsterman
Everybody laughs at the Hamsterman
Hamster, I, I’m a jumpy little guy
I keep on spinning but I don’t know why
(dream sequence)
One of these days I’ll break away
With a nip of a finger and a mighty squeal
I’ll be making tiny little tracks
Far from the kiddies and the spinning wheel……
Oh Hamsterman, that I am
I want to go back to my Hamster clan
Hamster, I, I’m a jumpy little guy
I keep on spinning but I don’t know why
The Hamster is free!
The Hamster is free at last!!
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9. |
Da Ya Think I'm Sexy
05:19
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10. |
Baba O'Riley
04:55
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11. |
Following The Puppets
03:35
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Following The Puppets
© P. Rogers 1995
We strapped onto these dinasours and dug our heels in deep
Caused a revolution while Geppeto tried to sleep
Took the sound you're Grandma found and changed it all about
multiplied and amplified and turned it inside out
CHORUS
We've been Following the Puppets
and blowing them away.
Did you know that these Pinocchios' aren't going on today?
Tell the clowns around us we are leaving here for good
We would only stay here if our heads were made of wood.
Following the Puppets
No more Following the Puppets
We ain't Following the Puppets.......anymore
Do you think us fools, gone in search of gold
Well, We have found our treasure in the young within the old
Gathering the masses while we're scraping off the rust
To spread the love and share the pain of blowing out the dust
CHORUS
Breakdown: (Spoken)
The Marionette is in a sweat to get his cages latched
But we can sing and play these things without the strings attached!
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