Freaky Tiki Faces
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FREAKY TIKI FACES The boys at the bank I see sound, I hear lights Sent me down to fix a little problem Is it day, is it night With a client in Mexico What you’re doing is extremely clear You’re hired as my escort I worked real hard I’ll bury the cost on my expense report For a couple of days I said hey, hey, hey whatcha doing down there But I soon found out that the beach Whatcha doing down there Was a much better place to go Whatcha doing down there While I was checking out the scene WHERE I LIVE Night and day they wore out my message machine © 2003 by Jim Morris CHORUS I’m the barefoot man They said hey, whatcha doing down there With the cool guitar No reports, no replies Playing island songs No hellos, no good-byes Down at the Tiki bar What you’re doing ain’t exactly clear But it’s alright Have you even worked at all You gotta do something If you’re alive why don’t you give us a call Hey, Hey, Hey whatcha doing down there You got the funky little joints Whatcha doing down there Down in Matlacha You can play all night My work at the beach And you can fish all day Caused some really bad vibes But it’s alright So I took off some time to consider If you don’t do nothing This incredible mess I made I ordered a round And every day turns out good And this lady sat down Wouldn’t change a thing And made a remark about somebody If I could Raining on my parade I’m thankful for this simple life Don’t let those gringos push you around And what it brings I’ve got the perfect thing to settle you down Like songs to sing and everything Sometimes you take and sometimes you give I said hey, whatcha doing down there Oh, life is good where I live I see sound, I hear light, Yeah, life is good where I live Is it day, Is it night What you’re doing ain’t exactly clear I’m the barefoot man In the yellow boat Oh I think it’s siesta time Fishing the flats I’m thinking PR is a strength of mine Like in the songs I wrote I said hey, hey, hey whatcha doing down there But it’s alright Hey whatcha doing down there You gotta do something You got the sunny beach I said hey whatcha doing down there You got the clear blue sea You got the shady spot And I guess I should be thankful By the mango tree I can’t fall off of the floor But it’s alright It’s might shocking waking up to see If you don’t do nothing All those freaky little tiki faces Laughing back at me And every day turns out good Wouldn’t change a thing A bit of moral relaxation If I could Made the crowd begin to grow I’m thankful for this simple life No one was indecisive And what it brings About just how far they should go Like songs to sing and everything Must have been a tiki spell Sometimes you take and sometimes you give Must have been a trance Oh, life is good where I live That made us act that way Yeah, life is good where I live The night just slipped away It’s a crazy, lazy life The tikis came to life last night Come on down When no one else was there Where I live They robbed my of my clothes And left me laying in this chair I’m thankful for this simple life It’s the only answer And what it brings It happen way too fast Like songs to sing and everything It’s all a dream to me Sometimes you take and sometimes you give That’s all that it could be. Oh, life is good where I live Yeah, life is good where I live Oh, I can’t remember Yeah, life is good where I live I’ve never gone this far before And I guess I should be thankful FREAKY TIKI FACES I can’t fall off of the floor © 2003 by Jim Morris It’s might shocking waking up to see All those freaky little tiki faces When I came to this morning Laughing back at me The sun just stabbed me in the eye Surrounded by the remnants NAVAJO RUG Of an evening gone awry (Ian Tyson/Tom Russell) I turned my eyes away But as far as I could see Well, it’s two eggs up on whiskey toast There were lives in disrepair Home fries on the side Human wreckage everywhere You wash it down with roadhouse coffee That burns up your inside There was a beach, there was a party It’s just a Canyon, Colorado diner And the crowd began to shout And a waitress I did love At the Church of Good Tequila We sat in the back ‘neath an old stuffed bear The godless souls were crying out And a worn out Navajo rug It got real crazy then The crowd began to move CHORUS The band began to play Ay yi yi, Katie We all got swept away Shades of red and blue Ay yi yi, Katie Oh, I can’t remember Whatever became of the Navajo rug and you I’ve never gone this far before Well ol’ Jack, the boss, he left at six It was Katie bar the door I got this post card in the mail one day We’d pull down that Navajo rug Sailboat anchored out in Magen’s Bay And spread it across the floor I’ve been dreamin’ I saw lightning frame the Sacred Mountains Just dreamin’ I saw woven turtledoves Lying next the Katie on that old Navajo rug If you gotta know why It was something I been feeling Repeat Chorus I just had to go try It was something I’ve been needing Well, I saw ol’ Jack about a year ago He said the place had burned to the ground I saw a picture on an office wall All he saved was an old bear tooth Tahiti sunset and a waterfall And, Katie, she left town I’ve been dreamin’ Katie got a souvenir, too, Jack smiled Just dreamin’ As he spit out a big old plug Dreamin’ You should have seen her coming through the Just dreamin’ smoke She was dragging that Navajo rug ROCK STAR SCHOOL © 2003 by Jim Morris Repeat Chorus When the lights go down Now every time I cross the Sacred Mountains It puts the Beatles to shame And lightning breaks above Thirty thousand people It always takes me back in time Start screaming my name To my long lost Katie love They’re tearing their clothes off, man Well, everything keeps on moving They’re dancing up on the chairs Everybody’s on the go When I wake from my dream You don’t find things that last anymore It’s a pitiful sight Like a hand-woven Navajo Cause we’re playing down at Fat Bubba’s Lounge tonight Repeat Chorus Hey whose gonna help me Get these speakers up those stairs DREAMIN’ © 2003 by Jim Morris CHORUS Now they’re brawlin’ I didn’t tell you and I don’t know why And crawlin’ down on the floor I had to leave, never said good-bye We got people throwing up I’ve been dreamin’ But then they’re drinking some more Just dreamin’ We’ve got bikers, spikers, Hikers, rednecks and ghouls I saw a picture on an office wall We’ve got people spilling beer Tahiti sunset and a waterfall All over our gear I’ve been dreamin’ Oh, buddy that ain’t cool Just dreamin’ They never said a word about this In Rock Star School. If you gotta know why It was something I’ve been feeling The back stage party I just had to go try Is rocking again It was something I’ve been needing Jack Nicholson’s pissed Cause he can’t get in We’re drinking the best champagne WATER DAYS That money can buy © 2003 by Jim Morris In real life I’m putting my equipment away Marinas in the morning Then I’ll sample cuisine Seem so calm and still Down at the Circle K Coffee poured at dockside Jalapeno hot dogs, man Warms the early chill And a big Moon Pie Rosy streaks of rising sun Fading shades of gray Repeat Chorus Sliding past the boat slips now Gently on my way Models, models, models Where are the models From this moment on Where are the models It’s gonna get better And all the bottles of booze Life and luck I’ve got this nasty old lady Just changes on the water Trying to pick me up One big morning kiss Oh, momma I’m no fool Everyday should be like this They never said a word about this It’s all about life, oh yeah In Rock Star School It’s all about love Water days can take me back I got the stretch limo waiting To the simpler times To take me away Water days can clear my head I gotta get to my jet And bring me words and rhymes And fly out to LA From the morning calm There’s a party at the Playboy mansion To the evening breeze And it’s gonna be big, big, so big Take it all the way But reality hits Make a toast to the setting sun And I’m a tired old man A perfect water day Changing a tire On my beat-up van Repeat Chorus I’m gonna have to drive all night To make my next gig Mona © 2003 by Jim Morris Repeat Chorus I’m stuck in the middle Models, Models, Models Smack dab in the middle Where are the models And I regret the whole affair Where are the models You’re saying things about me With all the bottles of booze B-bad things about me I’ve got this nasty old lady And you know it’s just not fair Trying to pick me up I deserve a little bad press, baby Oh momma, that ain’t cool But your story just ain’t true They never said a word about this Mona, In Rock Star School Do you hear what I’m saying to you Oh Mona, Do you hear what I’m saying to you Well other guys have loved you And we can rise up against the highest wall And other guys have left you Yeah, we’ll stand tall and face it again Don’t know why you feel so blue It’s the same old wind It was a harmless little fling Just a momentary thing Last night when you cried What’d you think that entitled you to And woke me up to tell me it’s all a bad dream The emotional price you paid was too high I tried to hold you close to be of some avail What made you think you could get it for free Like trying to hold the wind up with a sail Hey Mona, I hear what you’re saying to me SPENDING THE NIGHT ALONE Yeah Mona, © 2003 by Jim Morris I hear what you’re saying to me When that evening sun goes down Sometimes I tell myself And all my friends have gone I’m wrong, wrong, so wrong Twilight rolls around But this time I know I’m right Shadows they grow long And you’re spreading these lies When I look back over my lifetime