Showing posts with label Dr. Hook. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dr. Hook. Show all posts

Thursday, December 31, 2015

ATF: Party On!

This series will include as many of my all-time favorite (ATF) tunes as I can get my grubby little hands on (so to speak).  Now, each one included in each edition will have some connection with the other—albeit only as a figment of my imagination, but they will not be numbered.  For I just cannot bring myself to rate some higher than others.  So, this will not be a countdown, but if you are enjoying them as much as I do, it won’t matter.  Besides, with no countdown, this could go on forever and ever!  Oh, and despite the fact that there is absolutely no way your musical tastes could be as exquisite as mine, I welcome any suggestions you might dare to make.  For I am, after all, quite magnanimous by nature.

Link: [Dr. Hook]


Freaker’s Ball
Dr. Hook
Well there's gonna be a Freaker's Ball
Tonight at the Freaker's Hall
And you know you're invited
One and all
Uh oh

Come on baby
Grease your lips
Grab your hats
And swing your hips
And don't forget
To bring your whips
We're going to the Freaker's Ball
Yes

Blow your whistle
And bang your gong
Roll up something
To take along
It feels so good
It must be wrong
We're freakin' at the Freaker's Ball

Well all the fags and the dykes
They're boogie-in' together
The leather freaks are dressed
In all kinds of leather
The greatest of the sadists
And the masochists too
Screaming please hit me
And I'll hit you
The FBI
Is dancin' with the junkies
All the straights
Swingin' with the funkies
Across the floor
And up the wall
We're freakin' at the Freaker's Ball
Y'all
We're freakin' at the Freaker's Ball

Everybody's
Kissing each other
Brother with sister
Son with mother
Smear my body
Up with butter
And take me to the Freaker's Ball

Pass that roach please
And pour the wine
I'll kiss yours
If you'll kiss mine
I'm gonna boogie
‘Til I'm cold blind
Freakin' at the Freaker's Ball

White ones
Black ones
Yellow ones
Red ones
Necrophiliacs
Looking for dead ones
The greatest of the sadists
And the masochists too
Screaming please hit me
And I'll hit you
Everybody
Ballin' in batches
Pyromaniacs
Strikin' matches
I'm gonna itch me
Where it scratches
Freakin' at the Freaker's Ball
Y'all
We're freakin' at the Freaker's Ball
We're at a ball
We're Freakin' at the Freaker's Ball



Rock and Roll Fantasy
Bad Company
Yeah
Yeah

Here comes the jesters
One
Two
Three
It's all part of my fantasy
I love the music
And I love to see the crowd
Dancin' In the aisles
And singin' out loud
Yeah
Um yeah
Here comes the dancers
One by one
Your mama's callin'
But you're havin' fun
You find you're dancin'
On a number nine cloud
Put your hands together now
And sing It out loud

It’s all part
Of my rock 'n roll fantasy
Yeah
It’s all part
Of my rock 'n roll dream
Yeah

It’s all part
Of my rock 'n roll fantasy
It’s all part
Of my rock 'n roll dream

Yeah
Yeah
yeah

Put up the spotlights
One and all
And let the feelin'
Get down to your soul
The music's so loud
You couldn’t hear the sound
Reachin' for the sky
And churnin’ up the ground

Its all part
Of my rock 'n roll fantasy
Yeah
Its all part
Of my rock 'n roll dream
Oh yeah
Its all part
Of my rock 'n roll fantasy
Its all part
Of my rock 'n roll dream
Yeah
Fantasy
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Fantasy
Yeah yeah yeah yeah

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Thursday, July 17, 2014

ATF: Seeking Fame

This weekly series will include as many of my all-time favorite (ATF) tunes as I can get my grubby little hands on (so to speak).  Now, each one included in each edition will have some connection with the other—albeit only as a figment of my imagination, but they will not be numbered.  For I just cannot bring myself to rate some higher than others.  So, this will not be a countdown, but if you are enjoying them as much as I do, it won’t matter.  Besides, with no countdown, this could go on forever and ever!  Oh, and despite the fact that there is absolutely no way that your musical tastes can be as exquisite as mine, I welcome any suggestions you might dare to make.  For I am, after all, quite magnanimous by nature.

Link: [Dr. Hook]


Cover of the Rolling Stone
Dr. Hook
I don't believe it
Don't touch me
Hey Ray
Hey Sugar
Tell them who we are

Well we're big rock singers
We’ve got golden fingers
And we're loved everywhere we go
That sounds like us
We sing about beauty
And we sing about truth
At ten thousand dollars a show
Right
We take all kinds of pills
That give us all kinds of thrills
But the thrill we'll never know
Is the thrill that'll getcha
When you get your picture
On the cover of the Rollin’ Stone

Rollin' Stone
Wanna see my picture on the cover
Stone
Wanna buy five copies for my mother
Yes
Stone
Wanna see my smilin' face
On the cover of the Rollin' Stone
That's a very very good idea

I got a freaky ol’ lady
Name of Cocaine Katy
Who embroideries on my jeans
I got my poor ol’ grey-haired daddy
Drivin' my limousine
Now it's all designed
To blow our minds
But our minds won't really be blown
Like the blow that'll getcha
When you get your picture
On the cover of the Rollin' Stone

Rollin' Stone
Wanna see my pictures on the cover
Stone
Wanna buy five copies for my mothers
Yeah
Stone
Wanna see my smilin' face
On the cover of the Rollin' Stone
Hey
Sure enough

I know how
Rock and roll
Ah that's beautiful

We got a lot of little teenage blue-eyed groupies
Who’ll do anything we say
We got a genuine Indian guru
Who's teachin’ us a better way
We got all the friends
That money can buy
So we never have to be alone
No
And we keep getting’ richer
But we can't get our picture
On the cover of the Rollin' Stone

Rollin' Stone
Wanna see my picture on the cover
Stone
Wanna buy five copies for my mother
I want one
Stone
Wanna see my smilin' face
On the cover of the Rollin' Stone
On the cover of the Rollin'
Stone
And us
Wanna see my picture on the cover
I don't know why we ain't on the cover baby
Stone
Wanna buy five copies for my mothers
We're beautiful fellows
Stone
Wanna see my smilin' face
On the cover of the Rollin’ Stone

I ain't kiddin' ya
We would make a beautiful cover
Fresh shot
Right up front man
I can see it now
We'd be on the front
Smilin' man
Aah
Beautiful



Fame
Irene Cara
Baby
You look at me
And tell me what you see
You ain't seen the best of me yet
Give me time
I'll make you forget the rest
I've got more in me
And you can set it free
I can catch the moon in my hand
Don't you know who I am
Remember my name

Fame
I'm gonna live forever
I'm gonna learn how to fly
High
I feel it comin’ together
People will see me and cry
Fame
I'm gonna make it to Heaven
Light up the sky like a flame
Fame
I'm gonna live forever
Baby
Remember my name
Remember
Remember
Remember
Remember
Remember
Remember
Remember
Remember

Baby
Hold me tight
Because you can make it right
You can shoot me straight to the top
Give me love
And take all I've got to give
Baby
I'll be tough
Too much is not enough
No
I'll grab your heart
Until it breaks
You got what it takes

Fame
I'm gonna live forever
I'm gonna learn how to fly
High
I feel it comin’ together
People will see me and cry
Fame
I'm gonna make it to Heaven
Light up the sky like a flame
Fame
I'm gonna live forever
Baby
Remember my name
Remember
Remember
Remember
Remember
Remember
Remember
Remember

Fame
I'm gonna make it to Heaven
Light up the sky like a flame
Fame
I'm gonna live forever
Baby
Remember my name
Remember
Remember
Remember
Remember
Remember
Remember
Remember
Remember
Remember my name
Fame
I'm gonna live forever
Fame
I'm gonna learn how to fly
High
I feel it comin’ together
Fame
People will see me and cry
Remember my name
Fame
I'm gonna make it to Heaven

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