Lyrics to a selection of my songs.
Strychnine Sally and the Hellfire Preacher
She saw Jesus in a frozen pizza, the Madonna in a bottle of gin
Sold confessions to the Hellfire preacher for $25 dollars a sin
He saw messages in mashed potato, that the aliens were right on time
So he summoned her up there beside him in prayer
They ate the bread and they drank the wine,
Sold confessions to the Hellfire preacher for $25 dollars a sin
He saw messages in mashed potato, that the aliens were right on time
So he summoned her up there beside him in prayer
They ate the bread and they drank the wine,
Chorus:
She's a Jesus freak, he's a Hellfire priest
Just to hear them sing, it was a beautiful thing
When that gun-crazy hick loved that god-fearing chick
Strychnine Sally, he's gonna pay for all your sins.
Just to hear them sing, it was a beautiful thing
When that gun-crazy hick loved that god-fearing chick
Strychnine Sally, he's gonna pay for all your sins.
The Psychic Spies said the comet was coming, so he'd better get prepared
Because there's only seven seconds between ecstasy and despair
And he knew she wouldn't fail him, when she looked into his eyes so blue
He said "The strychnine wasn't cheap, babe- so you'd better see it through..."
Because there's only seven seconds between ecstasy and despair
And he knew she wouldn't fail him, when she looked into his eyes so blue
He said "The strychnine wasn't cheap, babe- so you'd better see it through..."
Chorus:
She's a Jesus freak... etc.
It was a day she would always remember, the day her Hellfire Preacher died
Because the Psychic Spies had told him, and he thought he could hitch a ride
And what became of Strychnine Sally, and the pizza she made for a bet,
I heard she sold it for a hundred thousand dollars, in an auction on the internet,
Because the Psychic Spies had told him, and he thought he could hitch a ride
And what became of Strychnine Sally, and the pizza she made for a bet,
I heard she sold it for a hundred thousand dollars, in an auction on the internet,
Chorus:
She's a Jesus freak... etc. to end
Lyrics and music ©Sam Watkins 2005
Love Song #9
This is the song that'll win you back
This is the song that when you're walking along
Will stop you dead in your tracks,
Stop you dead in your tracks.
This is a song that if I sing it enough,
Sing it loud and if I do it proud
You will stop acting so tough,
You'll stop acting so tough.
This is the song that when you're walking along
Will stop you dead in your tracks,
Stop you dead in your tracks.
This is a song that if I sing it enough,
Sing it loud and if I do it proud
You will stop acting so tough,
You'll stop acting so tough.
Chorus 1:
And this is the chorus that's gonna hunt you down
To a dirty little bar on the other side of town
It'll blow the smoke from the corners of your mind,
It'll sing in your veins like red wine,
Red wine...
To a dirty little bar on the other side of town
It'll blow the smoke from the corners of your mind,
It'll sing in your veins like red wine,
Red wine...
This is a song that I sing in vain,
Because I wrote it for you, and now I'm singing it to
A room full of strangers who don't know your name.
This is the song in which I must confess
Aint no song I could write to get me out of this mess
And I've just got to get it off my chest
Because I wrote it for you, and now I'm singing it to
A room full of strangers who don't know your name.
This is the song in which I must confess
Aint no song I could write to get me out of this mess
And I've just got to get it off my chest
Chorus 2:
And here comes the chorus, so'm gonna sing it again
It's a silly love song before love song number ten
It'll blow the smoke right out of my mind,
It'll sing in my veins like red wine,
Red wine...
It's a silly love song before love song number ten
It'll blow the smoke right out of my mind,
It'll sing in my veins like red wine,
Red wine...
Break and repeat verse 2 and chorus 2
Chorus 3:
And here comes the chorus so I'll sing it one more time
It's a silly love song called love song number nine
It'll blow the smoke right out of your mind,
It'll burn in your veins like red wine,
Red wine.
It's a silly love song called love song number nine
It'll blow the smoke right out of your mind,
It'll burn in your veins like red wine,
Red wine.
Lyrics and music ©Sam Watkins 2005
Road Trip
Driving down to Brighton on a weekend last July
Stopped into a Little Chef to eat some chicken pie
Met a bunch of hippies, they were pretty groovy guys
And we got high, we got high...
Stopped into a Little Chef to eat some chicken pie
Met a bunch of hippies, they were pretty groovy guys
And we got high, we got high...
We got high, we got higher than the sky,
We got higher than the sky, on a weekend last July eating chicken pie
We got high, we got higher than the sky,
We got higher than the sky, on a weekend last July.
We got higher than the sky, on a weekend last July eating chicken pie
We got high, we got higher than the sky,
We got higher than the sky, on a weekend last July.
Continuing our journey with a suitcase full of skunk
Spotted an establishment it was called the Hooded Monk
And there we got acquainted with a bunch of crazy punks
And we got drunk, we got drunk...
Spotted an establishment it was called the Hooded Monk
And there we got acquainted with a bunch of crazy punks
And we got drunk, we got drunk...
We got drunk, we got drunker than a skunk,
We got drunker than a skunk with a bunch of crazy punks in the Hooded Monk
We got drunk, we got drunker than a skunk,
We got drunker than a skunk with a bunch of crazy punks.
We got drunker than a skunk with a bunch of crazy punks in the Hooded Monk
We got drunk, we got drunker than a skunk,
We got drunker than a skunk with a bunch of crazy punks.
Down by the Watford Gap picked up a hitchhiker called Dill
He procured from his back pocket an obscene amount of pills
And to return the favour he said, "Fellas, take your fill",
And we got ill, we got ill...
He procured from his back pocket an obscene amount of pills
And to return the favour he said, "Fellas, take your fill",
And we got ill, we got ill...
We got ill, we were sicker than the sickest pigs you ever saw
Dill generously offered more, we got sicker than before,
We got ill, we were sicker than the sickest pigs you ever saw,
Dill generously offered more, we got sicker than before...
Dill generously offered more, we got sicker than before,
We got ill, we were sicker than the sickest pigs you ever saw,
Dill generously offered more, we got sicker than before...
Well I don't know if there is meant to be a moral to this tale
We never made it down to Brighton, we never got past Maida Vale
We got thrown in the nick, thought we would all end up in jail
But we got bail, we got bail...
We never made it down to Brighton, we never got past Maida Vale
We got thrown in the nick, thought we would all end up in jail
But we got bail, we got bail...
We got bail, and we made it cross the water
Coz I paid a Spanish porter to see the papers were in order, we got bail,
We got bail, and we made it cross the water
Coz I paid a Spanish porter to see the papers were in order, we got bail,
We got bail, we got bail, we got bail, we got bail....
Coz I paid a Spanish porter to see the papers were in order, we got bail,
We got bail, and we made it cross the water
Coz I paid a Spanish porter to see the papers were in order, we got bail,
We got bail, we got bail, we got bail, we got bail....
We got bail, and we made it cross the water,
Coz I paid a Spanish porter
And I married his daughter.
Coz I paid a Spanish porter
And I married his daughter.
Lyrics and music ©Sam Watkins 2005
The right kind of guy
What you're doing to me, I'm not complaining
Just want it to keep keeping on.
And what you're giving to me, needs no explaining
Just keep on giving it to me.
Just want it to keep keeping on.
And what you're giving to me, needs no explaining
Just keep on giving it to me.
Well some guys do
too many bad things,
too many lies, and
burn too many bridges
when the river's running high
and I backed all the wrong horses,
and I went out with
the wrong kind of guys.
But now I see
I'm backing a winner...
Obviously,
You are the right kind of guy for me.
too many bad things,
too many lies, and
burn too many bridges
when the river's running high
and I backed all the wrong horses,
and I went out with
the wrong kind of guys.
But now I see
I'm backing a winner...
Obviously,
You are the right kind of guy for me.
And now I'm lying alone, and there's a fever inside me
I want it to keep burning on.
And deep in my flesh and bone
I'm aching for you to be near me
Please don't stay away from me too long.
I want it to keep burning on.
And deep in my flesh and bone
I'm aching for you to be near me
Please don't stay away from me too long.
Well some guys do
too many bad things,
too many lies, and
burn too many bridges
when the river's running high
and I backed all the wrong horses,
and I went out with
the wrong kind of guys.
But now I see
I'm backing a winner
Obviously
You are the right kind of guy for me.
too many bad things,
too many lies, and
burn too many bridges
when the river's running high
and I backed all the wrong horses,
and I went out with
the wrong kind of guys.
But now I see
I'm backing a winner
Obviously
You are the right kind of guy for me.
But now I see
I'm backing a winner
Maybe it's not to be,
But you are the right kind,
You are the right kind,
You, you are the right kind
Of guy for me.
I'm backing a winner
Maybe it's not to be,
But you are the right kind,
You are the right kind,
You, you are the right kind
Of guy for me.
Lyrics and music ©Sam Watkins 2005