FREAKY TIKI FACES The boys at the bank Sent me down to fix a little problem With a client in Mexico I worked real hard For a couple of days But I soon found out that the beach Was a much better place to go While I was checking out the scene Night and day they wore out my message machine They said hey, whatcha doing down there No reports, no replies No hellos, no good-byes What you re doing ain t exactly clear Have you even worked at all If you re alive why don t you give us a call Hey, Hey, Hey whatcha doing down there Whatcha doing down there My work at the beach Caused some really bad vibes So I took off some time to consider This incredible mess I made I ordered a round And this lady sat down And made a remark about somebody Raining on my parade Don t let those gringos push you around I ve got the perfect thing to settle you down I said hey, whatcha doing down there I see sound, I hear light, Is it day, Is it night What you re doing ain t exactly clear Oh I think it s siesta time I m thinking PR is a strength of mine I said hey, hey, hey whatcha doing down there Hey whatcha doing down there I said hey whatcha doing down there I see sound, I hear lights Is it day, is it night What you re doing is extremely clear You re hired as my escort I ll bury the cost on my expense report I said hey, hey, hey whatcha doing down there Whatcha doing down there Whatcha doing down there WHERE I LIVE I m the barefoot man With the cool guitar Playing island songs Down at the Tiki bar You gotta do something You got the funky little joints Down in Matlacha You can play all night And you can fish all day If you don t do nothing And every day turns out good Wouldn t change a thing If I could I m thankful for this simple life And what it brings Like songs to sing and everything Sometimes you take and sometimes you give Oh, life is good where I live I m the barefoot man In the yellow boat Fishing the flats Like in the songs I wrote You gotta do something You got the sunny beach You got the clear blue sea
You got the shady spot By the mango tree If you don t do nothing And every day turns out good Wouldn t change a thing If I could I m thankful for this simple life And what it brings Like songs to sing and everything Sometimes you take and sometimes you give Oh, life is good where I live It s a crazy, lazy life Come on down Where I live I m thankful for this simple life And what it brings Like songs to sing and everything Sometimes you take and sometimes you give Oh, life is good where I live FREAKY TIKI FACES When I came to this morning The sun just stabbed me in the eye Surrounded by the remnants Of an evening gone awry I turned my eyes away But as far as I could see There were lives in disrepair Human wreckage everywhere There was a beach, there was a party And the crowd began to shout At the Church of Good Tequila The godless souls were crying out It got real crazy then The crowd began to move The band began to play We all got swept away Oh, I can t remember I ve never gone this far before And I guess I should be thankful I can t fall off of the floor It s might shocking waking up to see All those freaky little tiki faces Laughing back at me A bit of moral relaxation Made the crowd begin to grow No one was indecisive About just how far they should go Must have been a tiki spell Must have been a trance That made us act that way The night just slipped away The tikis came to life last night When no one else was there They robbed my of my clothes And left me laying in this chair It s the only answer It happen way too fast It s all a dream to me That s all that it could be. Oh, I can t remember I ve never gone this far before And I guess I should be thankful I can t fall off of the floor It s might shocking waking up to see All those freaky little tiki faces Laughing back at me NAVAJO RUG (Ian Tyson/Tom Russell) Well, it s two eggs up on whiskey toast Home fries on the side You wash it down with roadhouse coffee That burns up your inside It s just a Canyon, Colorado diner And a waitress I did love We sat in the back neath an old stuffed bear And a worn out Navajo rug Ay yi yi, Katie Shades of red and blue Ay yi yi, Katie Whatever became of the Navajo rug and you
Well ol Jack, the boss, he left at six It was Katie bar the door We d pull down that Navajo rug And spread it across the floor I saw lightning frame the Sacred Mountains I saw woven turtledoves Lying next the Katie on that old Navajo rug Well, I saw ol Jack about a year ago He said the place had burned to the ground All he saved was an old bear tooth And, Katie, she left town Katie got a souvenir, too, Jack smiled As he spit out a big old plug You should have seen her coming through the smoke She was dragging that Navajo rug Now every time I cross the Sacred Mountains And lightning breaks above It always takes me back in time To my long lost Katie love Well, everything keeps on moving Everybody s on the go You don t find things that last anymore Like a hand-woven Navajo DREAMIN I didn t tell you and I don t know why I had to leave, never said good-bye I saw a picture on an office wall Tahiti sunset and a waterfall If you gotta know why It was something I ve been feeling I just had to go try It was something I ve been needing I got this post card in the mail one day Sailboat anchored out in Magen s Bay If you gotta know why It was something I been feeling I just had to go try It was something I ve been needing I saw a picture on an office wall Tahiti sunset and a waterfall Dreamin ROCK STAR SCHOOL When the lights go down It puts the Beatles to shame Thirty thousand people Start screaming my name They re tearing their clothes off, man They re dancing up on the chairs When I wake from my dream It s a pitiful sight Cause we re playing down at Fat Bubba s Lounge tonight Hey whose gonna help me Get these speakers up those stairs Now they re brawlin And crawlin down on the floor We got people throwing up But then they re drinking some more We ve got bikers, spikers, Hikers, rednecks and ghouls We ve got people spilling beer All over our gear Oh, buddy that ain t cool They never said a word about this In Rock Star School. The back stage party Is rocking again Jack Nicholson s pissed
Cause he can t get in We re drinking the best champagne That money can buy In real life I m putting my equipment away Then I ll sample cuisine Down at the Circle K Jalapeno hot dogs, man And a big Moon Pie Models, models, models And all the bottles of booze I ve got this nasty old lady Trying to pick me up Oh, momma I m no fool They never said a word about this In Rock Star School I got the stretch limo waiting To take me away I gotta get to my jet And fly out to LA There s a party at the Playboy mansion And it s gonna be big, big, so big But reality hits And I m a tired old man Changing a tire On my beat-up van I m gonna have to drive all night To make my next gig Models, Models, Models With all the bottles of booze I ve got this nasty old lady Trying to pick me up Oh momma, that ain t cool They never said a word about this In Rock Star School WATER DAYS Marinas in the morning Seem so calm and still Coffee poured at dockside Warms the early chill Rosy streaks of rising sun Fading shades of gray Sliding past the boat slips now Gently on my way From this moment on It s gonna get better Life and luck Just changes on the water One big morning kiss Everyday should be like this It s all about life, oh yeah It s all about love Water days can take me back To the simpler times Water days can clear my head And bring me words and rhymes From the morning calm To the evening breeze Take it all the way Make a toast to the setting sun A perfect water day Mona I m stuck in the middle Smack dab in the middle And I regret the whole affair You re saying things about me B-bad things about me And you know it s just not fair I deserve a little bad press, baby But your story just ain t true Mona, Oh Mona,
Well other guys have loved you And other guys have left you Don t know why you feel so blue It was a harmless little fling Just a momentary thing What d you think that entitled you to The emotional price you paid was too high What made you think you could get it for free Hey Mona, I hear what you re saying to me Yeah Mona, I hear what you re saying to me Sometimes I tell myself I m wrong, wrong, so wrong But this time I know I m right And you re spreading these lies And there s just nothing I can do about it Well, I m stuck in the middle Smack dab in the middle And I regret the whole affair You re saying things about me B-bad things about me And you know it just ain t fair I deserve a little bad press, baby But your story just ain t true Mona, Oh Mona, TRYING TO HOLD THE WIND UP WITH A SAIL (Pat Garvey) Today the sun is somewhere soaking up a cornfield dry But it s shining a love song on some snowy clouds If our feelings ever get brushed away In the hard life of everyday It s still you and me Last night when you cried And woke me up to tell me of your bad dream I tried to hold you close to be of some avail Like trying to hold the wind up with a sail We met again and stood upon that gentle land I wiped away your tears and you took my hand And we can rise up against the highest wall Yeah, we ll stand tall and face it again It s the same old wind Last night when you cried And woke me up to tell me it s all a bad dream I tried to hold you close to be of some avail Like trying to hold the wind up with a sail SPENDING THE NIGHT ALONE When that evening sun goes down And all my friends have gone Twilight rolls around Shadows they grow long When I look back over my lifetime You re the greatest peace I ve known It ain t easy, oh It ain t easy no Spending the night alone I spend too much time with hard questions But the answers escape me again Too much time with bad memories And the walls start closing in The days seem to go by so quickly But the nights seem to linger too long Sometimes we make our own prisons I m like a man in a sad country song DON T MAKE ME GO Don t turn me loose, Don t say good-bye, Don t make me go If you keep hanging in We ll let it flow We re just warming up Come on please stay for one more show Don t turn me loose, Don t say good-bye,
Don t make me go This time of night the girls start getting pretty And the good old boys don t seem as hard to please The owner made it clear he wants to sell a lot more beer We ll lock the bus and throw away the keys The bass man has some notes he isn t using The drummer really wants to break a sweat We ve got a thousand guitar licks in our little bag of tricks And we ain t even played our best songs yet We ve played so long our finger might start bleeding But bloody is the way we like to play We ve got ourselves a set list like something done by Tolstoy And we re prepared to blow this place away The Metronuts go crazy on Long Island On the Chesapeake they party with such heart And over in Biloxi when they get that bobsled going It s impossible to pull those folks apart