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  1. National Holiday
  2. Waves of Grain
  3. Dirty Dirty Rice
  4. Pass It On
  5. Standard White Jesus
  6. Grand Old Party
  7. Count To Ten
  8. B-Side of Life
  9. Acid Rain
  10. Daddy's Down in the Mine
  11. Don't Give Up On Me
  12. Wheel of Fortune

"National Holiday"

Written by Pat MacDonald

They put the chairs out on the lawn
Grandma's got her new dress on
There's fresh flower's on grandpa's grave
And junior smells of aftershave
Oh boy, hey hey
It's a national holiday

Everything's ready for the big parade
The mayor's got his place in the shade
But we can't wait 'til the sun goes down
To lie on a hill at the edge of town
While a presidential proclamation
Is blasting out across the nation
And Mad Dog and his band of jerks
Are lighting off the fireworks
Oh boy, hey hey
It's a national holiday

So let's all sing the national anthem
Free the hostages, pay the ransom
Raise the flag, lower the taxes
Band the bomb and bury the hatchet

The chiefs of staff called a session
Called for an end to armed aggression
They're easing up on covert actions
Appeasing all opposing faction
They communicated with the communists
Pacified the pacifists
Stopped all pain, stopped all sorrow
Real life shall resume tomorrow
Oh boy, hey hey
It's a national holiday

Copyright 1989 by Mambadadi Music, I.R.S. Music, Inc., BMI

"Waves of Grain"

Written by Pat MacDonald

It was a nice clean assassination
The gunman slipped through immigration
Like the gentle wind that swept the plain
And ruffled over waves of grain

Sailing safely out of sight
On board the next connecting flight
The gunman smiled, he felt no pain
So high above the waves of grain

Then someone snatched the video-8
From the hands of a tourist at the gate
And soon a blast on board the plane
Sent it crashing into the waves of grain

The blown up stills told the story
Large as life in all its glory
A man's face in the 29th frame
Appeared within the waves of grain

Now the pictures have been confiscated
The tourist was incarcerated
The drugs they gave him numbed his brain
Now all he sees are waves of grain

Now rummaging through the ravaged rubble
I wonder is it worth the trouble?
Does the slightest trace of truth remain
Running through the waves of grain...

Copyright 1989 by Mambadadi Music, I.R.S. Music, Inc., BMI

"Dirty Dirty Rice"

Written by Pat MacDonald

You're livin' on the street
And you're cravin' something hot
Well it's simmerin' in the dumpster
Back by Popeye's parking lot
Smell the rich aroma
It's a fragrance to entice
Dirty deep fried chicken
And dirty dirty rice

All my bros on Sunset know
There's nothin' to compete
No flop or rescue mission
Serves nutrition so complete
It's downright good eatin'
And there's just no beatin' the price
Of dirty deep fried chicken
And dirty dirty rice

Yuppies think I'm a wino
'Cause I seem to have no class
Girls think I'm perverted
'Cause I watch them as they pass
Cops think I'm a drug hound
But I only have one vice
Dirty deep fried chicken
And dirty dirty rice
Dirty deep fried chicken
And dirty dirty rice

Frying chickens in the sun...
Politicians have their fundraising dinners
With their fine filet of sole
Their creme de escargots
And their nouveau casserole
They can have all the caviar
And the pink champagne on ice
Give me dirty deep fried chicken
And dirty dirty rice

Copyright 1989 by Mambadadi Music, I.R.S. Music, Inc., BMI

"Pass It On"

Written by Pat MacDonald

Take a number, stand in line
Place your order, pay the fine
Order comes and then it's gone
Take your change and pass it on...

When we do the mystery dance
The right to life is left to chance
Love's the beast we feast upon
Lovers leave yet life goes on
And on and on...

I'm out on a limb
I'm learning to swim
I'm holding my breath
Life scares me to death

Take a number, stand in line
Place your order, pay the fine
Order comes and then it's gone
Take your change and pass it on...
And on and on...
And on...
And on...

Copyright 1989 by Mambadadi Music, I.R.S. Music, Inc., BMI

"Standard White Jesus"

Written by Pat MacDonald

Baby boom go boom
Baby boom go bump
Baby boom goes straight to the edge
And someone hollers "jump"
You gotta be dead to be bigger than life
But everyone's afraid to fly
Everyone want to be on a postage stamp
But nobody wants to die

Better bow down to the standard white Jesus on the cross
Bow down to the standard white Jesus on the cross
Bow down to the standard white Jesus on the cross
Then read the letters that the children write
To the standard white Santa Claus

They want flash - somethin' awesome
Somethin' with a little kick
Somethin' semi-automatic
Just might do the trick
They want weapons to arm themselves
Against every childhood fear
They want rockets to fly up to heaven
And get the hell out of here

See the devils and the angels
See how shamelessly they dance
Defyin' the laws of gravity
On the shoulders of romance
The sensations - the temptations
Our forefathers have succumbed to
And the bittersweet fragrance
Our noses have been numbed to

Bow down to the standard white Jesus on the cross
Bow down to the standard white Jesus on the cross
Bow down to the standard white Jesus on the cross
Then read the letters that the children write
To the standard white Santa Claus

How grim our lives would be
If not for children's laughter
Like scary old fairy tales
With no happily-ever-after
Talkin' on telephones across time zones
Payin' the futility bill
Prayin' for rain, punchin' clocks
Changing the world like I change my socks

Bow down to the standard white Jesus on the cross
Bow down to the standard white Jesus on the cross
Bow down to the standard white Jesus on the cross
Then read the letters that the children write
To the standard white Santa Claus

Copyright 1989 by Mambadadi Music, I.R.S. Music, Inc., BMI

"Grand Old Party"

Written by Pat MacDonald and Barbara K. MacDonald

The party's over
And a new day begins
Now is the time
For confessing our sins

Maybe we ate too much
Or drank a little too much scotch
And I guess the entertainment got a little out of hand
Judging from this pain in my crotch
I feel like hell today but last night, hey
Weren't we hale and hearty?
All in all, I really got to say
It was a grand old party

We donned our disguises, ate appetizers
And talked 'til our teeth got numb
Johnny Walker ran free 'till he crawled out the door
And then we started on rum
I guess I knew I should have refused
That one last Coke and Bacardi
But despite the mess, I must confess
It was a grand old party

Ohhh...my...heat seaking whistles and miguided missiles
I guess they went a little too far
When a back seat snuggle turned into a struggle
And it totalled my car
Now most of my friends will never speak to me again
But love is never saying you're sorry
At the end of the day I really got to say
It was a grand old party

Now sometimes I dream that my life is on trial
My friends and all my family are there
Loads of dirty laundry are fallin' all around me
I'm hiding under my chair
If you are what you eat, I'm dead meat
Lord knows I've been naughty
In the depths of disgrace, I rest my case
It was a Grand Old Party

Copyright 1989 by Mambadadi Music, I.R.S. Music, Inc., BMI

"Count To Ten"

Written by Pat MacDonald

Poisonous words delivered in haste
Leave a taste of toxic waste
Before we make the same mistake again
Count to ten

Whether you're strong or whether you're weak
It's best to think before you speak
Before you take a stand you can't defend
Count to ten

Authors and critics, writers and hacks
Do your homework, get the facts
Before you point your poison pen
Count to ten

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, Mankind will survive
Babe, is it you or me I must convince?
5, 6, 7, 8, How long must I wait
For this frog in my throat to turn into a prince?

Ten little fingers, ten little toes
Ten commandments everyone knows
Even old man Moses knew back then
Count to ten

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, Mankind will survive
Babe, is it you or me I must convince?
5, 6, 7, 8, How long must I wait
For this frog in my throat to turn into a prince?

Read my lips, don't hesitate
If you wait for the movie, it'll be too late
Armageddon needs a few good men
Count to ten

Copyright 1989 by Mambadadi Music, I.R.S. Music, Inc., BMI

"B-Side of Life"

Written by Pat MacDonald

Who am I? Do you recognize me?
Of course you don't. I'm nobody
I have no money. I have no name
I tear the tickets at the Hall of Fame

I buy my dinner at the 7-11
Eat it in the kitchen while I watch TV
I like my free time and I love my wife
You'll find my number on the B-side of life

Once I got lucky, I had a band
We had a song, it got to number 3
Made lots of money, made lots of friends
Had lots of pretty people hangin' 'round me
Now all I want is a place to hide
To feel safe from the chaos outside
A cold refrigerator, a warm bed
A place where no one will stick a gun to my head

I buy my dinner at the 7-11
Eat it in the kitchen while I watch TV
I like my free time and I love my wife
We're happy living on the B-side of life

We had the key to the city
But the rooms it did unlock
Were full of over-priced portraits
Engaged in cheap small talk

So turn out the lights, turn up the radio
Don't know the singer, but I love that song
I know that I'm no Baryshnikov baby
But I wanna dance with you all night long

I'll buy you dinner at the 7-11
We'll eat it in the kitchen while we watch TV
Tonight's my birthday. Let's have a party
I'm thirty with a bullet from the B-side of life

Copyright 1989 by Mambadadi Music, I.R.S. Music, Inc., BMI

"Acid Rain"

Written by Pat MacDonald

As poison teardrops
Trickle from the sky
Acid rain showers
Down from your eyes
Across your face
Bitter tears have left a stain
Those bitter tears that burn your eyes
Like acid rain

No tears of gladness
No tears of relief
No tears of sadness
No tears of grief
Just tears of madness
Of anger and pain
Slowly etching out your face
Like acid rain

All I want is to hold you
And show my concern
But each time I try to console you
I just get burned

There go the gardens
The castles in the sand
You wash the days away
Like dirt from your hands
You watch our dreams
As they swirl down the drain
You leave love drowning in a river
Of acid rain

All I want is to hold you
And show my concern
But each time I try to console you
I just get burned

As poison teardrops
Trickle from the sky
Acid rain showers
Down from your eyes
Across your face
Bitter tears have left a stain
And at your feet flow rivers
Of acid rain

Copyright 1989 by Mambadadi Music, I.R.S. Music, Inc., BMI

"Daddy's Down in the Mine"

Written by Pat MacDonald

There are jewels in the darkness
There are treasures down below
And strange glimmers in the shadows
Where the children can not go
Now I know you miss your daddy
But he's gonna be just fine
Don't worry little darlin'
Daddy's just down in the mine

There are things that can't be measured
Or touched by tiny hands
There are countless worldly wonders
Not even daddy understands
But if you should have a question
Just drop me a line
I'm never too far away from you
Daddy's just down in the mine

[Note: See "Espace Ornano" and "Sleeps With His Guitar" for additional lyrics]

Copyright 1989 by Mambadadi Music, I.R.S. Music, Inc., BMI

"Don't Give Up On Me"

Written by Pat MacDonald

I've been a beggar
I've been a thief
I've given you
All kinds of grief
I've been bad
But I'll make good you'll see
Oh baby, don't give up on me

You've been a prisoner
For quite some time
Since I coerced you into
My life of crime
Just one more big one
And then we'll be free
Oh baby, don't give up on me

Your time's not wasted
Believe what I say
Your big investment's
Gonna pay off someday

They say that a monkey
In the right frame of mind
Given enough paper
And given enough time
Is bound to type Shakespeare
Eventually
Oh baby, don't give up on me

In the school of hard knocks
I'm the class clown
The only thing I'm good at
Is foolin' around
But one more semester
And I'll have my degree
Oh baby, don't give up on me

Copyright 1989 by Mambadadi Music, I.R.S. Music, Inc., BMI

"Wheel of Fortune"

Written by Pat MacDonald

Two hearts at the steering wheel
Playing high stakes
Who takes the gas
And who takes the brakes?
Who takes the shift
And who takes the clutch?
Who's gonna win how much
At the wheel of fortune?

Are we both aiming
At the same place?
Are we both trying
For the same prize?
As we choose
Our directions in space
Who's gonna lose
In the compromise?

Two hearts at the steering wheel
Driving all night
Between the darkness
And the dawning light
Too tense to sleep
And too tired to fight
We veer to the left
And we swerve to the right
Two hearts, two hands held tight
To the wheel of fortune

Copyright 1989 by Mambadadi Music, I.R.S. Music, Inc., BMI

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