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It’s Only A Wee-Wee So What’s The Big Deal? Buddies
Buckdancer’s Daddy Hopelessly Heterosexual
Look At The Ceiling Dancin’ At The Revolution
Love Is The Only Medicine So Long
GARY WALL
Well my name is Gary Wall and I’m no one very special
Just a short-order cook, and I’m forty years old
And I drifted all my life from job to job
But this livin’ all alone can make a man feel cold.
And the walls have ears, from listenin’ to me talkin’
It’s been years since I had reason, t’get up out of bed
Then the paper caught my eye, “Be a foster parent!”
“Somebody needs you!” is what it said.
So I opened up my place for some kids to live
Some stayed awhile, and some ran away
Hard-luck kids when they had any luck at all
But my house became a home where kids could stay
One tough little nine-year old and I did fine
But when I wanted to adopt him, the courts said “NO!”
Cause I had no wife, still we loved each other,
I made him a promise that I’d never go.
I fought in the court, they made me study at the college
I took auto parts and math and my requirement in gym
Two years of never knowin’ was hard on me
But my kid was just a kid and it was worse on him.
Ev’ry night I punched the clock at the local diner
And we kept on swimmin’ in the court’s red-tape
Til seventeen thousand people from the town
Wrote a letter to the judge, who said “Okay”
Well my name is Gary Wall and I’m no one very special
And I eat my own cookin’ so I’m overweight
But now I got a kid, and he’s got me
And it’s a whole lot nicer to get up and face the day!!
Written by Peter Alsop, ©1981, Moose School Music (BMI)
IT’S ONLY A WEE-WEE, SO WHAT’S THE BIG DEAL?
As soon as you’re born grown-ups check where you pee
And then they decide just how you’re s'posed t'be
Girls pink and quiet, boys noisy and blue
Seems like a dumb way to choose what you’ll do...
It’s only a wee-wee, so what’s the big deal?
It’s only a wee-wee, so what’s all the fuss?
It’s only a wee-wee, and everyone’s got one
There’s better things to discuss!!
Now girls must use make-up, girls' names and girls' clothes
And boys must use sneakers, but not panty hose
The grown-ups will teach you the rules to their dance,
And if you get confused, they’ll say “Look in your pants!”
Chorus
If I live to be nine, I won’t understand
Why grown-ups are to’tly obsessed with their glands
If I touch myself, . . “Don’t you do that!” I’m told,
And they treat me like I might explode!
Chorus
Grown-ups watch closely each move that we make
Boys must not cry, and girls must make cake
It’s all very formal, and I think it smells
Let’s all be abnormal and act like ourselves!!
Chorus
(Adult verse & chorus)
She walked to the market past brave cavaliers
She tried to avoid them, they whistled and jeered
She gave them the finger, they gave her more noise
She stopped and she sang to those bright little boys, . .
It’s only a wee-wee, so what’s the big deal?
It’s only a wee-wee, so why do you watch?
It’s only a wee-wee, and everyone’s got one
There’s more to life than your crotch!!
Written by Peter Alsop, ©1980, Moose School Music (BMI)
BUCKDANCER’S DADDY
There’s a buckdance ev’ry Friday night
Down at the old Town Hall
Where sometimes you can see
The best buckdancer of them all
She waves her hands, she swings her hips,
Her long hair’s flyin’ free
She sparks and smiles and kicks in style
That’s a pure delight to see
Well maybe she’ll be there this week
She’ll fill your heart with joy
But her Daddy don’t like her to go out
Dancin’ with the boys
That’s her Daddy in the back
Tryin’ not to tap his toes, . .
He sneaks in to watch her dance
Cause he don’t want her to know!
He’s the buckdancer’s Daddy
And he can’t sit down
He smiles when she swings around
He’s the buckdancer’s Daddy
And he tries so hard to frown
But he’s the buckdancer’s Daddy
And he can’t sit down!
As a boy he danced on flyin’ feet
Each contest he would win
Fell in love with a girl so sweet
And married to the beat of the mandolin
When the baby came, his lady died
And he hung up his shoes
No one knows how long he cried,
But his dancin’ days were through
His daughter grew up straight and strong
She got straight A’s in school
But when she hears a cloggin’ song
She dances like a fool
She follows in her Daddy’s footsteps
Has his natural moves, . .
He don’t approve, he says he only
Comes to hear the music!!
Now ev’ry Sunday he drops by
And tries to hide his smile
He shows us pictures of the guy
She danced with down the aisle
His wallet is chock-full of
Little dancers in his clan, . .
And Grandpa claims that ev’ry one
Can buckdance like he can!!
Written by Peter Alsop, ©1980, Moose School Music (BMI)
LOOK AT THE CEILING
Look at the ceiling
The shadows are bears
I wonder what’s on the T.V.?
And Daddy’s hands rub me all over
I wonder, do leaves in the creek find their way to the sea?
Mom mashes potatoes and pours in the milk
And silently smokes cigarettes
I wish she would hug me, or look at me even
I’d trade my allowance for that
Billy plays tag with me all the way home
After school, boy! He’s really a brat!
But we didn’t do nothin’, and it’s not fair for Dad
To make him go home, just like that!
Look at the ceiling
The shadows are bears
In hurricanes, where do birds hide?
And Daddy’s hands rub me all over,
I wonder where butterflies learn how to fly?
The county fair once had a merry-go-round
I loved to watch Mom and Dad ride
We used to laugh and they used to hold hands
And neither of them used to cry.
When the spider scared Little Miss Muffet away
How did she know where to run?
Oh, I’d love to sleep in the bathtub all night
And wake-up as clean as the sun.
Look at the ceiling
The shadows are bears
Oh, why do bees die when they sting?
And Daddy’s hands rub me all over
I wonder, where do balloons go when you cut the string?
Written by Peter Alsop, ©1981, Moose School Music (BMI)
LOVE IS THE ONLY MEDICINE
When you hurt
You hide it away
You carry the pain
Where it rains everyday
Ahh, so deep inside
Where no one can see
When someone hurts you
You don’t trust nobody, you need
Love. It’s the only medicine
Love. It makes you feel better my friend
Love. It’s the only medicine
Love. It makes you feel better my friend
We suffer abuse
From someone we love
We stay even though
We know push turns to shove
We hold on too long
Sustain injury
We know we should go
But sometimes we don’t see, we need
Love. It’s the only medicine
Love. It makes you feel better my friend
Love. It’s the only medicine
Only love can heal you,
Only love, love!
Only love can heal you!
If someone is mean
We know right away
That one has a wound
That one is in pain
That soul has a wall
Crushing the heart
They pass on the hurt
And again it will start, they need
Chorus
Written by Peter Alsop, ©1980, Moose School Music (BMI)
BABY NEEDS A PARENT
Baby don’t need no silver spoon
Don’t need no rub-a-dub-dub
It’s apparent that a baby needs a parent who
Can give that baby some love!
Now every baby’s got one Mama
And every baby’s got one Pop
These days some babies live with one or the other
Cause the parents get all split-up!
Now if a baby’s only got one person
To guide that baby along
Well you might think “that’s a one-sided baby”
But maybe you might be wrong
Though everybody says that a baby girl
Needs to learn a woman’s gentle touch
And a boy needs a man to raise him, and
To show him how to be tough, . .
You know a baby can grow-up gentle
When a gentle Daddy takes good care
And a baby can grow up strong and brave
When a strong, brave Mama is there!
Now every baby’s gotta have at least one person
Who can be both gentle and strong
Well if the Mama and the Daddy can both do that
Then that baby’s never gonna go wrong!
Baby don’t need no silver spoon
Don’t need no rub-a-dub-dub
It’s apparent that a baby needs a parent who
Can give that baby some love!
Written by Peter Alsop, ©1980 Moose School Music (BMI)
UNIFORMS
I love my job, I love my boss
I love my paycheck too, of course
But most of all I love to wear
Those clothes that make me warm
I fit in with everyone
When I’m in my uniform!!
Uniforms! Uniforms!
Wonderful, wonderful clothes!
When I get up in the mornin’
From my head down to my toes,
I’ve got my uniforms! niforms!
No decisions to make!
I just put on my uniform
And start my day!
Levis or a beach tan
Or a polyester knit
A jogging suit with stripes
Or toe-shoes that don’t quite fit
A cowboy hat, and apron
Phi Beta Kappa key,
I know all about you, yes,
And you know me! We’re in our,
Chorus
In the Military
You gotta wear your proper suit
Pay attention to insignia
So you know who to salute
And in an altercation
Well you know who to shoot!
If you should die, well, we’ll get by
Cause there’s lots of substitutes! In the same,
Chorus
Gray-haired airline pilots
And nurses dressed in white
And even fancy couples
At the opera at night
And sewer workers in their boots
Justa sloshin’ to and fro
Feel safer in a world where
Ev’rybody knows, that those
Chorus
Written by Peter Alsop, ©1980, Moose School Music (BMI)
BUDDIES
As my lifeline runs through my fingers
And it snags on knots time to time
Just talkin’ to you, helps them slip through
A buddy like you’s hard to find.
Buddies like you never need to be told
What buddies like me need to say
Life has a flare when you’re standing there
And it’s hollow when you’re away.
Remember that night I was ready to die?
We shared your last Cuban cigar
I laid down in the highway, but no one drove by,
So you went to borrow a car!
I helped you etch all them lines in your face
And you helped me grow these grey hairs
If I make you sore, hell! What’re friends for?!
We’re buddies ‘cause I know you care!
I like you better than corn-on-the-cob
More than the air that I breathe
You’re a mug of cold beer,
You’re a laugh, you’re a tear,
Buddy, you’re a god-damned relief!!
Buddies like you never need to be told
What buddies like me need to say
Life has a flare, when you’re standing there
And it’s hollow and empty, when you’re away
Written by Peter Alsop, ©1978, Moose School Music (BMI)
HOPELESSLY HETEROSEXUAL
I’m hopelessly, heterosexual
I guess I’m kinda slow
Mom and Dad were all I had
That’s the only way I know, so
I’m hopelessly, heterosexual
I’m stuck with being straight
So man-to-man I’ll ask you
Not to ask me for a date!
When I’m with you I’m happy
When you’re with me you’re gay
I love you like a brother
But not the other way!
Now I’m not scared to try it
But it’s not my cup of tea
I never even thought of it
Til you brought it up to me
And now that I consider it
I’d rather stay repressed
Cause I don’t feel excited at
The thought of you undressed!
I’m hopelessly heterosexual
You know I’m not a tease
I’m a product of society
So don’t be angry, please!
I’m hopelessly heterosexual
And I hate to be a bore
But I’d rather watch the Super Bowl
Than sit here and explore!
I’m flattered that you asked me
But that’s the way things have to be
Cupid’s kinda stupid
He hit you and he missed me!
But since we’re on the subject
And you know where I stand
What exactly do you do?
I guess, use your hand?
I mean, do you, how does,
What if, where will? From behind!!
Oh well, I just, you know,
It was, (gulp!) NEVERMIND!!
I’m hopelessly, heterosexual
And I don’t mean to offend
So don’t hold it against me
And I’ll be your best friend
No, don’t hold it against me
And please be my best friend!!
Written by Peter Alsop, ©1981, Moose School Music (BMI)
DANCIN’ AT THE REVOLUTION
Men and women work hand-in-hand
But power shifts from man to man
Sing it out so they understand
That no one needs to lead, to dance!!
We’re all dancin’ at the revolution
Are you comin’ by?
We’re all dancin’ at the revolution
Are you comin’ by?
Human rights is a serious thing
But we’ll remember how to sing!
While we work for social change
We laugh with each other to keep sane!!
So let’s keep on and move our feet
This movement has a beat!!
Written by Peter Alsop, © 1980, Moose School Music (BMI)
SO LONG
I’d like to go on singing
But I know I have to go
We’ve gone through ev’ry song I know
You’ve held the harmony
I know it’s time,
I know it’s time to go,
Thank you for the laughter,
And the tears you shed on me.
I won’t forget the moments we’ve been through
Cause memories warm the edges of tomorrow’s chill
But we can’t stay here forever,
No, we can’t stay standing still
Good feelings come too seldom
And they always come too few
I know I’m better off
When I linger here with you
But don’t you see our ice melts more
With every passing song?
And I don’t want to say that if
We stay we’ll fall right through,
So I’ll thank you once again
And then I’ll say “So long”
So long, so long
Written by Peter Alsop, ©1980, Moose School Music (BMI)