So Damn Happy Loudon Wainwright III

The sad thing is I'm so damn happy Who'd blame her if she were to slap me The sun should not shine when there's rain I should be in a lot more pain At least I should feel slightly crappy But the sad thing

Five Years Old Loudon Wainwright III

CHORUS: Happy birthday Martha, happy birthday, birthday girl I'm sorry I can't be there for that party, birthday girl But pin the tail upon the donkey in that party dress Balloons, and cake, 2 kinds of

Happy Birthday Elvis Loudon Wainwright III

"Happy birthday, Elvis; You're not really dead. It's a lie, it's just a crock, Something some people said.

Talking New Bob Dylan Loudon Wainwright III

you on record, you were brand new And some had some doubts about the way you sang But the truth came through and loudly it rang Yeah, you were hipper than Mitch Miller And Johnny Mathis put together So

Thanksgiving Loudon Wainwright III

rarely see our parents now We hardly see each other On this auspicious occasion This special family dinner If I argue with a loved one, Lord Please make me... the winner All this food looks and smells so

The Acid Song Loudon Wainwright III

Back in the bar we were happy, Feeling great, no problem, Back in the bar we were fine. Till Johnny turned into a Nazi, And Mary threw up all her wine.

East Indian Princess (Album Version) Loudon Wainwright III

East Indian princess lives in a western dream Happy like a child, her mother is a queen You know she's safe as a cow on a Calcutta street This English way of life has got that other life beat And reading

Tonya's Twirls Loudon Wainwright III

So play the National Anthem, stand up proud and tall, Ooh, we hope that ours don't stumble, and that theirs slip and fall, Remember Olga Korbut, what happens to these girls?

So Many Songs Loudon Wainwright III

I've written so many songs about you This is the last one, after this I'm through When I sing this one, when I do my show, People will hear it, the world will know I've written so many songs about you

I'M Alright Loudon Wainwright III

Well it's been a long time, glad to see your face I knew we'd meet again another time, another place Can't believe it's been so many years We better grab a chair and a couple of beers You're lookin' good

Pretty Good Day Loudon Wainwright III

I slept through the night, I got through to the dawn I flipped a switch and the light went on I got out of bed and I put some clothes on Oh, it's a pretty good day so far I turned the tap, there was cold

Something For Nothing Loudon Wainwright III

You can pull one of my songs right out of thin air Go ahead and download me see if I care In love war and cyberspace everything`s fair And it`s ok to steal `coz it`s so nice to share You`re in luck `cos

Mr. Guilty Loudon Wainwright III

I'm so sorry, sorry as a man can be I'm so guilty, this I' my apology You have been a victim, a pawn I' my cruel game I done you wrong, and I strung you along And now I'm full of shame To compensate for

Over The Hill Loudon Wainwright III

Who could have possibly thought It would go so fast, but it certainly did. And now you find yourself caught With less future than past - you're no longer a kid.

Four Mirrors Loudon Wainwright III

worrying, thinking With a penchant for white wines A disposal toward drinking You had 'em, I got 'em I move my face nearer Broken blood vessels In the bathroom mirror And your doormen all know me It's not so

Mr. Ambivalent Loudon Wainwright III

Ambivalent First you say you're sure And then you're not so sure Mr.

New Paint Loudon Wainwright III

s good to take a girl In the not so very good world And walk in the park until it gets dark Sometimes I feel ugly and old Excuse me, baby, if I?m acting bold My head gets hot but my feet aren?

Drinking Song (Album Version) Loudon Wainwright III

up, drunk men sleep Like a dog, a drunk will crawl around on all fours Be he broke bum or rich rake His dinner be it bread or cake His beverage be the worse of whiskey, finest wine Puke it stinks and so

Grown Man Loudon Wainwright III

You got a grown man for a boyfriend, So you better treat him just like a baby. He's a saint on Sunday, he's a bum on Monday; The rest of the week he's just crazy.

Rufus Is A Tit Man Loudon Wainwright III

Ah son you look so satisfied I envy you. So put Rufus on the left one And put me right on the right And like Romulus and Remus We'll suck all night. Come on mamma Come on and lactate awhile.

Christmas Morning Loudon Wainwright III

closed It's Christmas morning He got a tie & she got a book They weren't supposed to peek but they took a little look Tell me how long will it take for the dinner to cook It's Christmas morning There are so

The Picture Loudon Wainwright III

We were sitting outside drawing At a table meant for cards, And it must have been in autumn, Falling leaves in the front yard, With a shoebox full of crayons, Full of colors oh so bright, In a picture

Underwear Loudon Wainwright III

sure hurts Putting back in the bureau drawer all my t-shirts I find the foundation, the reason, a basis Stuffing the pillows back into their cases We suffer slings, withstand buffets and shocks It's so

Bein' A Dad Loudon Wainwright III

Bein' a dad isn't so bad Except that you gotta feed 'em You gotta shoe 'em and clothe 'em And try not to loathe 'em Bug 'em and hug 'em and heed 'em Bein' a dad can sure make you mad Man it even can drive

Sometimes I Forget Loudon Wainwright III

think for a moment, I've got to give him a all But I can't now I realize that No we can't meet for lunch at the usual place The place where we always would go And there was something I wanted to tell you so

Number One Loudon Wainwright III

Of all the chicks & broads & babes & bimbos I have known No one does it better than you do on the phone Midway through my busy day all through my empty night I dial your 900 number and it feels oh so right

Tip That Waitress Loudon Wainwright III

like hell when it's hot Her uniform' too tight, tasteful it's not She knows the specials, and they are not a lot The cook is on qualudes the busboy deals pot If she had a real job she'd quit on the spot So

What Are Families For? Loudon Wainwright III

You're the brother who is big You were your parents' guinea pig The first, the oldest and the best Smarter, quicker than the rest Your little sister's just a girl So you can kick her from your world You

Career Moves Loudon Wainwright III

So here am I doing all that I can do You're paying, I'm playing, I'm grateful to you Indoors and outdoors, at home and abroad I sing these songs and you people applaud.

Absence Makes The Heart Grow Fonder Loudon Wainwright III

Bridge 1 But now things are different, Cause now you are gone, I'm not so sure I can carry on.

Nocturnal Stumblebutt (Album Version) Loudon Wainwright III

"Well it's 3am, and so I creep Around the house 'cause you're asleep I can't sleep, I gotta smoke I think I left some in my coat No they're not there, but there's a chance I left some in a packet in my

Westchester County Loudon Wainwright III

girl in high heels Oh we all came in our cumberbuns I was raised here in Westchester County Tennis courts, golf courses galore By the country club pool at the Country Day School I learned manners, oh so

A Song Loudon Wainwright III

I didn't even write It came to me one rainy April night I had been drinking I was bored Next to me our fat gray cat snored I'm afraid it's time for you know what The cat's awake, I fear I woke him up So

The Untitled Loudon Wainwright III

Ha ha ha ha, ho ho ho ho Chuckle chuckle chuckle chuckle Snigger snigger snigger snigger Guffaw Guffaw Guffaw Guffaw Guffaw Guffaw Yuk yuk yuk yuk yuk yuk yuk yuk yuk yuk yuk yuk So you better take a warning

Unrequited To The Nth Degree Loudon Wainwright III

Ha ha ha ha, ho ho ho ho Chuckle chuckle chuckle chuckle Snicker snicker snicker snicker Guffaw Guffaw Guffaw Guffaw Guffaw Guffaw Yuk yuk yuk yuk yuk yuk yuk yuk yuk yuk yuk yuk So you better take warning

Smokey Joe's Cafe (Album Version) Loudon Wainwright III

And I know I’ll never eat again at Smokey Joe’s Café So we’ll never meet again at Smokey Joe’s Café I’d rather eat my chilli beans at Jim’s or Jack’s or John’s or Gene’s Than take my chances eating down

Men Loudon Wainwright III

world, cannon fodders what they're for It's the men who have the power, it's the men who have the might And the world's a place of horror because each man thinks he's right A man's home is his castle so

1994 Loudon Wainwright III

spot the culprit And magnify it on a screen Those scientists and doctors Can pinpoint that nasty genre And with a little engineering They can take that wayward train And they can get it back on track So

Ogm Loudon Wainwright III

you That felt downright sordid But if I sounded sad and timid I achieved my aim There's a machine where I'm staying That displays a big fat zero But last night I arrived To find a scary bright red one So

The End Has Begun Loudon Wainwright III

will stand And one might give where the other won't bend The night is bright as the sun I'm never gonna know Never gonna look back Never gonna know where we would have ended up at The end has only begun So

Muse Blues (Album Version) Loudon Wainwright III

You know I eat, drink and I smoke stuff I don’t know what to do I went to the mountain and the desert too I was there ladies so where were you I’m a flattened out wave, I ain’t got any curl I’m an empty

The Shit Song Loudon Wainwright III

shit Oh ain`t it the truth brothers and sisters Shit comes in different colours and consistencies Shit`s a gift we make Freud said here take mine won`t you please Growing old ain`t easy it`s a process so

The Home Stretch Loudon Wainwright III

promise to quit drinking As you light another cig Once again you`re in the home stretch But you`re not sure where you live You recall a small apartment And a government you give Large amounts of money to So

A Father And A Son Loudon Wainwright III

Life's no picnic, that's a given: My mom's mom died when my mom was seven; My mom's father was a tragic guy, But he was so distant and nobody knows why.

Primrose Hill Loudon Wainwright III

can't seem to get my fill Got a beat up guitar And a dirty old sleeping bag And this mangy dog Whose tail don't wag Sun's been shining down On my hillside bed That's not the only reason My face is so

Dead Skunk Loudon Wainwright III

Crossin` the highway late last night He shoulda looked left and he shoulda looked right He didn`t see the station wagon car The skunk got squashed and there you are You got yer Dead skunk in the mi...

Clockwork Chartreuse (Album Version) Loudon Wainwright III

You got the black belt, I got the gun.Let's team up tonight--have some fun.Let's drink some drinks, find us some fights.C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon: it's Saturday night!I'm very angry, you're hoppin...

Down Drinking at the Bar Loudon Wainwright III

Well, I call you up on the phone: nobody's at home.Then I do my usual thing: I let the telephone ring and ring and ring.I'm standing at a phone booth, coping with the ugly truth.You see, I know whe...

The Man Who Couldn't Cry (Album Version) Loudon Wainwright III

went broke The theologians were finally found out Right down to the ground, that old jail house burned down The earth suffered perpetual drought ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By WAINWRIGHT

Come A Long Way (Album Version) Loudon Wainwright III

We've come a long way since we last shook handsStill got a long way to goWe couldn't see the flowers since we last shook handsCouldn't see the flowers on account of the snowWhat did you do with you...