Maurice & The Chevaliers!
Band Members:
- Doug Case - Guitar
- Moss Drake - Bass
- Norm Gholston - Drums
- and Stuart Alcorn - Drums
What Day Am I?
Recorded 1988
All Rights Reserved 1988, Maurice & The Chevaliers
Girard
Girard, you failed as a rich man's son
You made a fool of everyone
My god, what have you done?
Girard, you've got no respect
No reputation to protect
You're just like all the rest.
Leave my personal life out of this YOU SAY
Please yourself with someone else OK?
Got to be some way I can make you PAY
Girard, never listens to what I say
You act foolish just the same
Why can't you play my game?
Girard, why can't you be one of us
Instead of making all this fuss?
Do something wise while you must
Girard, why don't you fit into the mold?
Never doing what you're told
You're making me grow old
Girard, you never come in first
You'll be damned and I'll be cursed
In your own way you are the worst.
Andy Warhol('s Dead)
It's been 15 minutes and he's still famous
We all like his art and no one can blame us
He's really good friends with Ric Ocasek of the Cars
He made Edie and Viva into POP Tarts
Andy Warhol's Dead
Andy Warhol's Dead
He makes his own films, posters, and even a magazine
He's really popular especially with the teens
The king of POP, queen of the arts
Had a lot of fun playing with our heads
Andy Warhol's Dead
Andy Warhol's Dead
Oh Andy.
I Don't Wanna Dance
My girl, she say she gonna hop
Is she serious? Oh it's too late to stop
She say we dance until the end of July
All I do is pull my hair and say "Why?"
She's OK, maybe she'll be nice
But I don't wanna dance all night
This is crazy, should I take a chance?
When I don't wanna dance
When I don't wanna dance
Seems to me, someone's always said,
Talking in my sleep, voices in my head:
"There's a better way, somebody go to know."
Seem like this has happened a thousand times before.
She's OK, Maybe shell be nice
But I can't see me dancing all the night
This is crazy, should I stay around?
With everybody dancing and getting down...
Oh, I don't wanna dance
No, I don't wanna dance
Looking For a House
I'm looking for a house
It's gotta have a basement
I think it's a blue house
I don't know why
I'm looking for a house
It's gotta have stairs
Oh, everyone stares
I don't know why
It's got:
Locks
Doors
Heat
Warm
It's a:
Room
Place
Way
But it doesn't have YOU
I'm Looking for a house
It's gotta have a name
They're all so bad
Cause they all look the same
I'm looking for a house
I'm walkin on a crosswalk
Following the sidewalk
Listening to BIG talk
Thought I saw Lucille Ball
Thought I saw you steal a ball
Thought I saw Lucille Ball
Thought I saw you steal a ball
I'm looking for a house
But it doesn't have
In My Volkswagen
Hitler started World War II
To take over the world or kill the Jews?
But I think the real reason it began
Was his obsessive fascination...with the Volkswagen
All the cool hippies went to Woodstock
To drop some acid and groove to the rock
But getting there was half the fun
Driving to New York...in a Volkswagen
Give me Type I, Beetle, Karmann Ghia, Funky Bus
Squareback, Fastback, Scirocco or Thing
The new ones aren't as cool, but give any to me
As long as they're made in West Germany!
The defroster goes out, and what do you do?
Use a vacuum tube and a little glue
Drop the engine, patch the rust in the pan
Simplicity Incredible...in a Volkswagen
I have a girl, she drive a big Cadillac
When I see her we jump in the back
She loves the feeling that I give her,
But to really get off...she drives my Volkswagen
Got to end it all, got to take my life
Gonna take some pills or slit my wrists with a knife
I'll blow my brains out with a gun
But WAIT!!!...Then I can't drive my Volkswagen
Now when I die, what could be worse
Than being transported by a hearse?
When my breath stops and my life is done
Drive me to a graveyard...in a Volkswagen
Listen to what I'm saying in this song
You can get high with a beer or a bong
But to really love your life and to fill it with fun
You got to get yourself...In a Volkswagen
I Don't Wanna Be Stupid
I was out walking and I noticed
A friend of mine who could swallow goldfish
I don't wanna be stupid
Not like this guy
I don't wanna be stupid
Ignore party cries
I saw the president on the TV show
He said a whole buncha shit, who is he kidding
I don't wanna be stupid
Not like this guy
I don't wanna be stupid
Ignore campaign lies
I saw a big name fish in a movie house
It had cars and tits but they forgot the plot
I don't wanna be stupid
Not like these guys
I don't wanna be stupid
Ignore ad-man lies
Walkie-Talkie
She's not my girlfriend, she's acting like a leech
I don't know what happened, we were walking on the beach
Now I can't get rid of her, she thinks she's with me
She never listens, when I say she has to leave
She's Just walking, Walking all over me
She's just talking, talking all over me
She just talks and talks and talks
She's always spitting at me
She just walks and walks
She won't GET OFF MY BACK!
She's just squawking
She's a Walkie-Talkie
She's a talking Walkman
She's always spurting verbs, she never lets me say a word
She conjugates with herself, so I am never heard
This is madness, why doesn't she get away from me
I'm so tired of this, somebody set me free
Now she is shouting, I say she has to go
And I scream at her: "Hey, leave me alone!"
But she doesn't hear me, she keeps talking on and on
And I am thinking to myself: "This has gone on too long!"
Now she is screaming, "That's it!" She has to go
I know I'll feel better when she hits the road
How did I meet her? She was just confusing me
When she walked up to me--and started to move her teeth.
Protrusions
If you got one, stick it out
Let's see how you move
Everybody love a protrusion
So clap your hands and shout!
Everbody's got one (I've got one too!)
You got one too (A protrusion)
Ain't no big discovery
It won't be on the 5 O'clock news
Wiggle it and shake 'em round
Let's see what you move
Wobble it and show 'em off
Go forward and spin around
Move 'em out, go side to side
Let's see how you look
Shake 'em up and twist 'em out
Jump high, up and down
Twist and shake, do what you do
Let's see how you shimmy
Everbody love a protrusion
So clap your hands and shout
Campus Security
Campus Security -- What will they do to me?
Who can these blasters be? of all student humanity?
Traffic control -- find yourself in the hole
Try to break away but they'll make you pay
Campus Security
Running after me
What will they do to me?
Campus Security
Those egomaniacs can never see the facts
Who can these busters be? of people like you and me?
They think that they're the best
They want some bullet-proof vests
Theù jusô creatå theiò owî problemó
Insidå theiò tinù littlå heads
Hey! Look! I won't attack
So get 'em off my back
Hey I don't need them -- So keep 'em far away
Why don't you cut their funds
And put them to rest
Take away their guns so you don't wind up DEAD!
Hey, You! Superbiker! You big fat back-knifer
We'll have to take you bike away
So you can hitch-hike instead!
I'm just so damn sick of all you silly rules
Get 'em off the campus so we don't all end up
IN A POOL OF BLOOD!
What Day Am I?
Crowded on a glassy sphere
The swimming-pool birds are humming
Life is nice and the flavour is just right
But the key in the lock isn't turning
What a lot of hit-men
Take another vivarin
Ask yourself again
"What day am I?"
Elevator men bring me down
Green plaid pants and the white shoes to match
Ticking timebombs under every calendar page
And the watchmen they keep watching
The tide has gone and left me dry
The sands of time are falling
Despite the taxis that pass me by
I've found something.
Recorded 1988
All Rights Reserved 1988, Maurice & The Chevaliers