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BIG PADDY WAGON

Swing low, big paddy wagon
Comin for to carry me home
Swing low, big paddy wagon
Comin for to carry me home

DOWN IN LITTLE HAITI

(Words & music by Tony Richards, Wallace Hammond & Mike O'Brien)

Down in old Haiti with the Tonton Macoutes
You go to a bar, man, and somebody shoots
And we all think highly of young Baby Doc
Or else he will shoot us and we go into shock

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On no, oh no no no
La la la la la la la oh no

We'd all like to live off the fat of the land
But when Baby Doc left he had it all in its hand
And you still don't mess with the Tonton Macoutes
Cause you go to a bar - still somebody shoots

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They call an election but there's no use to go
The Tonton Macoutes they're still runnin the show
And Young Baby Doc in his French chateau
Is still stickin pins in me voodoo doll toe

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So we go on the ocean in a boat with no sail
We land in Miami, they throw us in jail
They blame us all for the spread of the Aids
But we know it was planted by the CIA

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I'm goin to Canada, to old Montreal
I'm drivin a cab here, but nobody calls
We like it well in this land of the free
Till we're shot in the streets by the MUC

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I like this island, though it's not in the sun
And the Montreal cops they keep us all on the run
We're far away from the Tonton Macoutes
But you go to a bar, man, still somebody shoots

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DOWNTOWN DRUNK

(Words by Duncan Snowden & Tony Richards)

Well, one fine day in the month of March
I'm a downtown drunk, I'm a getaround drunk
I figured I'd go for a wee little drink
I'm a downtown drunk for sure

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I hates pukin up when I'm not woke up
I'm a downtown drunk, I'm a getaround drunk
Hates pukin up when I'm not woke up
I'm a downtown drunk for sure

Well I went to the club, I was feelin kinda parched
I'm a downtown drunk, I'm a getaround drunk
Got in a fight and I landed on me arse
I'm a downtown drunk for sure

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Can't stand wakin up down in the lockup
I'm a downtown drunk, I'm a getaround drunk
Tells the cops "go to fuck" when they beats me up
I'm a downtown drunk for sure

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So when I stagger on home and I'm hassled by the cops
I'm a downtown drunk, I'm a getaround drunk
I tells em that I works at the local detox
I'm a downtown drunk for sure

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MICHAEL JACKSON

(Words & music by Mike O'Brien)

Woke up one morning, so hung over
I was barely alive and my brain was three parts fried
I went to get some lunch but the cupboard it was bare
so I went down to the market to buy some vittles there

As I stood there dazed and groggy in the line at Checkout 3
the Weekly World News was a starin up at me
so I picked up that tabloid to see just what it said
and there in glaring black and white, the big old headline read

Michael Jackson, Michael Jackson
is a superior being from outer space
he wants to buy the Elephant Man
he does so many things that we don't understand
Michael Jackson, Michael Jackson
is a superior being from outer space

I read a little further and I got a big surprise
it said that all them singin stars was mutants in disguise
they're schemin and connivin way up in their ivory towers
and they make us buy their records with their telepathic powers

Michael Jackson, Michael Jackson
is a superior being from outer space

It's all them big celebrites, the entire goddamn crew
Kenny Rogers, Billy Idol, Frank Sinatra too
seducin all the young folks with their booze and pills and sex
and their leader's Elvis Presley, the King of Planet X

Michael Jackson, Michael Jackson
is a superior being from outer space
I know because I read it in the Weekly World News
and it wouldn't be in print if it wasn't really true
Michael Jackson, Michael Jackson
is a superior being from outer space

SANTA'S LAST RIDE

(Words by Mike O'Brien; music by Jon Heald)

Dear Santa Claus, tis the season of joy
all year long I've been a good little boy
I'm a popular president, a leader of men
and all I want for Christmas is an ICBM

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Christmas eve all over the world
bringing gifts to the boys and girls
but it's Santa's last ride you can say amen
to peace on earth good will to men

Santa headed out for his annual work
early warning systems were going berserk
the little kids waited for St. Nick to arrive
but he got in a dogfight with a MiG 25

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An Exocet missle blew Rudolf away
Harrier jump jets got into the fray
some yuletide napalm hit the jolly old man
and the sleigh-crash landed in the Sea of Japan

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REPEAT FIRST VERSE

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Joy to the world - the end has come.

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