DadGumSongs

Aching

noreply@blogger.com (DadGumSongs) — Tue, 20 Mar 2007 13:20:00 +0000

Steve Graham
Words and Music

It hurts and there’s nothing I can do
You know I need to know, …to hear you say
I'm aching for you too

Tell me you long for my touch
Tell me now its long overdue
I need to hear the words, …to hear you say…
I'm aching for you too
I ache for you

Tell me that you’re aching for me too
Tell me you ache for me too

Baby Boomer Blues

noreply@blogger.com (DadGumSongs) — Tue, 20 Mar 2007 13:10:00 +0000

Steve Graham
Words and Music

I’ve got the middle aged beer gut baby boomer blues
My wife wants to take an ocean cruise
Up in the morning, off to work
Pick up the kids and the laundered shirts
Middle-aged beer gut baby boomer blues
Waiting for retirement and the ten o’clock news

We wore industrial strength rose colored glasses
Went to rallies instead of classes
Now I see, I’ve been shown
We should’ve just left bad enough alone

I’ve got the middle aged, beer gut, baby boomer blues
What I have, is nothing to loose
Monday night football is what I have left
I used to Rock and Roll now I’m nearly deaf
Middle aged beer gut, baby boomer blues
Waiting for retirement, and the ten o’clock news

We set out to save the world
Thought we had a chance and gave it a whirl
We were wrong it’s sad to say
Human nature won the day

I’ve got the middle aged beer gut baby boomer blues
I want to boogie, instead I snooze
I used to be a partying fool
Now I’ve got to be careful or I’ll start to drool
Middle-aged beer gut baby boomer blues
Waiting for retirement and the ten o’clock news
Waiting for retirement and the ten o’clock news

Dadgum Lazy Fool

noreply@blogger.com (DadGumSongs) — Tue, 20 Mar 2007 13:00:00 +0000

Steve Graham
Words and Music

I'm gonna lie on the sofa and drink a little brew
I ain't goin’ nowhere till I know what else to do (She said)
Get off that sofa you dadgum lazy fool”

She called out as she left me “you don’t have a friggin’ clue
Get off that sofa you dadgum lazy fool
If you don't get up today I'm not going to stay here with you”

I'm gonna lie on the sofa I'm feeling kinda low
I didn't even notice till that girl walked out the door (She said)
Get off that sofa I can't take it no more

She called out as she left me “you don’t have a friggin’ clue
Get off that sofa you dadgum lazy fool
If you don't get up today I'm not going to stay with you

I've been lying on the sofa since I can't remember when
Why did she leave me, oh God it's a sin
I'm gonna to lie the sofa till she comes back home again

She called out as she left me “you don’t have a friggin’ clue
Get off that sofa you dadgum lazy fool
If you don't get up today I'm not going to stay here with you”

I'm gonna lie on the sofa and drink a little brew
I ain't goin’ nowhere till I know what else to do (She said)
Get off that sofa you dadgum lazy fool
Get off that sofa you dadgum lazy fool

Dream Boat Baby

noreply@blogger.com (DadGumSongs) — Tue, 20 Mar 2007 12:50:00 +0000

Steve Graham
Words and Music

Dream, Dream
I’m not tall, dark and handsome; but I’ll make your dreams come true

Forget about those other, half-hearted lovers
No part-time passion will do oo
I’ll never let you go
I’ll give all my lovin’ to you

You’re in all my dreams; my everything
You’re perfect in every way aa
I’ll make your dreams come true
There’s just a few little things I need you to do

Come watch me play soccer; learn to love beer
Don’t put your hair up in curlers; pull your skirt down dear
Weekends fishing for bass at the lake
Forget how to flirt; learn how to bake
And on Sundays we’ll watch football on TV

Dream, Dream
I’m not tall, dark and handsome; but I’ll make your dreams come true

Forget about those other, half-hearted lovers
No part-time passion will do oo
I’ll never let you go
I’ll give all my lovin’ to you

You’re in all my dreams; my everything
You’re perfect in every way aa
I’ll make your dreams come true
There’s just a few little things I need you to do

Stop at the market you know what I like
Loose a little weight; but wear your sweaters tight
A little less makeup wouldn’t hurt you none
Remember that shopping ain’t my idea of fun
And on Sundays we’ll watch football on TV

Dream, Dream
I’m not tall, dark and handsome; but I’ll make your dreams come true

Fantasy Girl

noreply@blogger.com (DadGumSongs) — Tue, 20 Mar 2007 12:40:00 +0000

Steve Graham
Words and Music

I was down at the Tavern
On Twelfth and Lamar
Minding my business
Drinking beer at the bar
She turned on her barstool
And we started to talk
I could tell what she was thinking
And she knew what I thought

Fantasy girl you’re what I need
I can read your mind it’s hard to believe
Your motives ain’t honest your thoughts ain’t pure
It’s a mind trip Baby let’s take the tour

No love no romance or holding hands
Just hanky panky in the back of the van
A little perversion is what you need
Fantasy girl you’re just like me

Fantasy girl I'm what you need
You can read my mind it’s hard to believe
My motives ain’t honest my thoughts ain’t pure
It’s a mind trip Baby let’s take the tour

In the street up and down the hall
At the park and in the mall
A little perversion is what you need
Fantasy girl you’re just like me

Well that’s the way it happened
As best as I recall
It was a long hot summer
Or it didn’t happen at all

Go Baby

noreply@blogger.com (DadGumSongs) — Tue, 20 Mar 2007 12:30:00 +0000

Words and music
Steve Graham

There’s a double feature at the Twin
We’ll double date with Jerry and Gwen
Go Baby Go
Go Baby Go
Go Baby Go We’ll Go
Anywhere you want to
Go

I’ll pick up Jerry, you pick up Gwen
We’ll hide in the trunk and we’ll slip right in
Etc

I spent a lot of time in the Grocery store
Baggin and sackin and moppin the floor
Carried out the groceries wasn’t slow
Made a little money for the picture show

We’ll get some popcorn and Junior Mints too
Fog up the windows you know what to do
Go Baby Go
Go Baby Go
Go Baby Go We’ll Go
Anywhere you want to
Go

We’ll get some popcorn and Junior Mints too
Fog up the windows you know what to do
Go Baby Go
Go Baby Go
Go Baby Go We’ll Go
Anywhere you want to
Go

Go Baby Go We’ll Go
Anyplace, anytime, anywhere you want to
Go

Happy Happy

noreply@blogger.com (DadGumSongs) — Tue, 20 Mar 2007 12:20:00 +0000

Steve Graham
Words and Music

Happy, happy birthday to you
Happy, happy birthday to you
Happy, happy, happy
Happy, happy, happy
Happy birthday to you

I wrote this itty bitty ditty just for you
I wrote this itty bitty ditty just for you
I was thinking what a pity
While I wrote this itty bitty ditty
Happy birthday to you

Harelip Every Cat In The County

noreply@blogger.com (DadGumSongs) — Tue, 20 Mar 2007 12:10:00 +0000

Steve Graham
Words and Music

I'd harelip every cat in the county
If that's what you wanted me to do
I'd harelip every cat in the county
Just to spend a little time with you

Every time I see you there's someone else around
When I'm near you my hormones go to town
If ever ever I’m alone with you
I bet you know just what I'd do

I'd hold you Honey, hold you till the cows come home
I'd hold you, hold you till I make you my own
I'd kiss you, kiss you from head to toe
I'd love you every which way I know

I'd buy you a freight train Honey
If that's what you want me to do
I'd buy you a freight train Baby
Just to spend some time with you

Every time I see you there's someone else around
When I'm near you my hormones go to town
If ever ever I’m alone with you
I bet you know just what I'd do

I'd hold you Honey, hold you till the cows come home
I'd hold you, hold you till I make you my own
I'd kiss you, kiss you from head to toe
I'd love you every which way I know

Holiday Inn

noreply@blogger.com (DadGumSongs) — Tue, 20 Mar 2007 12:00:00 +0000

Steve Graham
Words and Music

Do you remember when we started to date
On the South Mall and the shores of Town Lake
Looking for a place to have some fun
Huggin’ and kissin’ and cuddlin’ some

I love you, you love me so
Why won’t you I really don’t see
Meet me at the Holiday Inn

We’ve been together all these years
Had some good times shared some tears
Found a place in the sun
Huggin’ and kissin’ and cuddlin’ some

I love you, you love me so
Why won’t you I really don’t see
Meet me at the Holiday Inn

There must be a problem that I can’t see
A major difference between you and me
Something that explains the way things have been
And why you won’t meet me at the Holiday Inn

This is my story, it must be true
To tell a lie like this I’d to be a fool
I’ve waited all I’m gonna, I need some lovin
No more Huggin’ or kissin’ no more dadgum cuddlin’

I love you, you love me so
Why won’t you I really don’t see
Meet me at the Holiday Inn

I Don't Want Your Body

noreply@blogger.com (DadGumSongs) — Tue, 20 Mar 2007 11:50:00 +0000

Steve Graham
Words and Music

I don’t want your body
I don’t want to make love
What I want
Is for us to fall in love
If I wanted your body
I’d turn on the charm
And take you out waltzing
We’d stroll arm in arm

I don’t want to play games the way other people do
I just want to love you and for you to love me too
I don’t want you to change just stay the way you are
I’ll be me and you be you and our love will always be true

I don’t want your body
I don’t want to make love
What I want
Is for us to fall in love
If I wanted your body
I’d turn on the charm
And take you out waltzing
We’d stroll arm in arm

I refuse to put on an act so you’ll fall for me
And please don’t pretend, you’re not who you’re going to be
I don’t want you to fall in love thinking I’m someone I’m not
I don't dance I don't like to stroll, mostly I watch TV

I Love Grease

noreply@blogger.com (DadGumSongs) — Tue, 20 Mar 2007 11:40:00 +0000

Steve Graham
Words and Music

I love grease, the kind you eat
I love grease, it can’t be beat
I love grease, to fix big squeaks
I’m a country boy, I love grease

I love grease on my body and grease in my hair
Grease on my girlfriend almost anywhere
I love oil and wax and gobs of goo
I love grease any kind will do

Chicken, potatoes, anything fried
I love grease, I’m countrified

French fries, gravy and 3-in-one oil
I love grease, I’m a country boy

I love grease, the kind you eat
I love grease, it can’t be beat
I love grease, to fix big squeaks
I’m a country boy, I love grease

I love grease on my body and grease in my hair
Grease on my girlfriend almost anywhere
I love oil and wax and gobs of goo
I love grease any kind will do

Ribs and sausage and tubs of lard
I love grease in the kitchen, grease in the yard

Burgers, popcorn with butter beaucoup
I love grease and I bet you do too

Insanity Land

noreply@blogger.com (DadGumSongs) — Tue, 20 Mar 2007 11:30:00 +0000

Steve Graham
Words and Music

I’ll tickle your fancy, you can scratch my ass
You go first just do it fast
The circle it’s broken, the tie it don’t bind
You gotta move fast or be left behind
I’m a little bit crazy it sets me free
It’s the only way to be, in
Insanity land

Mother nature and father time
You’re life’s half over and so is mine
Two bits four bits 6 bits a dollar
All for tomorrow stand up and holler

The wall came down, We’re in from the cold
But nothin’ is changing, we’re just gettin’ old, in
Insanity land

Sister is a mother, Father was too
What in the world is it we can do
I just heard it’s well in hand
We’ll just shoot it to the moon, now that’s a plan

The wall came down, We’re in from the cold
But nothin’ is changing, we’re just gettin’ old, in
Insanity land

I’ll tickle your fancy, you can scratch my ass
You go first just do it fast
The circle it’s broken, the tie it don’t bind
You gotta move fast or be left behind
I’m a little bit crazy it sets me free
It’s the only way to be, in
Insanity land
Insanity land
Insanityland

It's Happnin'

noreply@blogger.com (DadGumSongs) — Tue, 20 Mar 2007 11:20:00 +0000

Steve Graham
Words and Music

On Sunday afternoons we’d go at the park
Cruise around and try to look sharp
Drivin’ around to see who was there
Who was with who and who was square
It’s happnin
It’s happnin
You’re young and in love
And Baby it’s happnin

What you gonna do when the sun goes down
And your Baby ain’t nowhere to be found
The gangs all down in the parking lot
It’s gonna happen if your there or not

It’s happnin
It’s happnin
You’re young and in love
And Baby it’s happnin

Do you remember when you were sixteen
The scene was happnin, you know what I mean
Everybody just had to be there
You were either in or stood by and stared

It’s happnin
It’s happnin
You’re young and in love
And Baby it’s happnin

You call your Baby but you can’t get through
If she’s talkin’ to him, what will you do
You call his number, but he’s on the phone
You scream and holler and bitch and moan

It’s happnin
It’s happnin
You’re young and in love
And Baby it’s happnin

Mangrove Mary

noreply@blogger.com (DadGumSongs) — Tue, 20 Mar 2007 11:10:00 +0000

Steve Graham
Words and Music

I’m going down to the islands
To Mango Mary’s
To get me some key lime pie
I’m a deep-sea diver
A surfboard rider
I love that key lime pie

I like my seafood all kinds of ways
But Mary’s is the best
Grilled or blackened, frittered or fried
Mary’s beats the rest

I’m going down to the islands
To Mangrove Mary's
To get me some key lime pie
I’m a deep-sea diver
A surfboard rider
I love that key lime pie

Put on some crab cakes, Mary
I’m working up an appetite
Heat ‘em up, keep ’em hot
I’ll be at Mangrove Mary’s tonight

She has the best I’ve ever
Uses the sweetest limes
Mary has the recipe
And it works every time

I’m going down to the islands
To Mangove Mary's
To get me some key lime pie
I’m a deep-sea diver
A surfboard rider
I love that key lime pie

I love that key lime pie
I love that key lime pie

Meet Me On The Internet Tonight

noreply@blogger.com (DadGumSongs) — Tue, 20 Mar 2007 11:00:00 +0000

Steve Graham
Words and Music

I was headed home on I-35
Passing through Waco late one night
When Up in the sky I saw a blinding flash of light
It said “Meet me on the internet tonight”

“Log on to ALovingGod.com
Don’t lose your soul to Satan, My son
All you need is the password to my domain
“Meet me on the internet tonight”

What would you have done in my place
I logged on to prove my faith
It was only ten dollars on my MasterCard
We met on the web that night

“Log on to ALovingGod.com
Don’t lose your soul to Satan, My son
All you need is the password to my domain
“Meet me on the internet tonight”

He said he was benevolent and kind
And for a fee I could have peace of mind
He’d answer all the questions that were troubling me
I logged on to the internet that night

I asked why he let children be abused
He said you’d only be confused if you knew
He said you know I work in mysterious ways
“Meet me on the internet tonight”

“Log on to ALovingGod.com
Don’t lose your soul to Satan, My son
All you need is the password to my domain
“Meet me on the internet tonight”

I logged on to confess my sins
I wanted to be saved and born again
It was only ten dollars on my MasterCard
I was saved on the internet that night

“Log on to ALovingGod.com
Don’t lose your soul to Satan, My son
All you need is the password to my domain
“Meet me on the internet tonight”

Mopac Mama

noreply@blogger.com (DadGumSongs) — Tue, 20 Mar 2007 10:50:00 +0000

Steve Graham
Words and Music

Mopac Mama, Mopac Mama’s on the road again
Mopac Mama, (Mopac Mama) Mopac Mama’s on the road again

Crusin down the highway with her knee on the wheel
She puts on her lipstick with practice and skill
Ever mornin’ at a quarter of eight
Mopac Mama won’t be late

Mopac Mama, Mopac Mama’s on the road again
Mopac Mama, (Mopac Mama) Mopac Mama’s on the road again

She looks to the left, she looks to the right
Look who’s lookin, Baby what a sight
In rush-hour traffic she doesn’t rest
Bumper to bumper she’s at her best

Mopac Mama, Mopac Mama’s on the road again
Mopac Mama (Mopac Mama) Mopac Mama’s on the road again

Rev it up, rev it up, listen to her purr
Mopac Mama’s got lots of nerve
Double clutchin, down shiftin, lots of thrust
For Mopac Mama it’s a must

Mopac Mama, Mopac Mama’s on the road again
Mopac Mama (Mopac Mama), Mopac Mama’s on the road again

Paint The Town

noreply@blogger.com (DadGumSongs) — Tue, 20 Mar 2007 10:40:00 +0000

STEVE GRAHAM
Words and Music

My Baby wants to go out and paint the town tonight
She wants to go out and see the beautiful sights
But I don't care what she wants to do
I'm gonna stay right here and make love to you
My Baby wants to go out and paint the town tonight

Baby wants to paint the town
My Baby wants to go downtown
Wine and dine, dance sing
Go downtown to make the scene
My Baby wants to go out and paint the town tonight

I gotta be at work every morn by a quarter of eight
I can’t miss work or even be a little late
I push that pencil all day long
Wishin’ to God I was long long gone

I called my baby on my brand new digital phone
Just to say hello, but she wasn’t home
She wasn’t there, she was out on the town
Buying herself another brand new gown
My Baby wants to go out and paint the town tonight

Baby wants to paint the town
My Baby wants to go downtown
Wine and dine, dance sing
Go downtown to make the scene
My Baby wants to go out and paint the town tonight

I gotta be at work every morn by a quarter of eight
I can’t miss work or even be a little late
I push that pencil all day long
Wishin’ to God I was long long gone

I quit my job and went back home to Texas
Down to Barton Springs ’cause that’s where my heart is
I went to a place that I used to know
Where the livin’ is easy and the lovin’ slow
My Baby wants to go out and paint the town tonight

Baby wants to paint the town
My Baby wants to go downtown
Wine and dine, dance sing
Go downtown to make the scene
My Baby wants to go out and paint the town tonight

Paper Pusher Blues

noreply@blogger.com (DadGumSongs) — Tue, 20 Mar 2007 10:30:00 +0000

Steve Graham
Words and Music

I called your number, you didn’t call me back
Left a message, I got back a fax
I push paper
I’ve got the paper pusher blues

I tried to write an entry for deferred revenue
It’s hard posting credits while lusting for you
I can’t reconcile what you say to what you do
I’ve got the bean counter blues

There’s a knock at the door, it’s the IRS
If there looking for you; I guess I’ll confess
I’ve got the going up the river
Headed to the big house blues

While I’m at the office, you say that you’re out shoppin’
While I’m at the office, there’s no way of knowin’
I push paper
I’ve got the paper pusher blues

I’ve been watching the clock how long can it take
You’ve been gone for an hour on a 15 minute break
What’s going on ; Harry went too
I’ve got the clock watcher blues

There’s a knock at the door, it’s the IRS
If there looking for you; I guess I’ll confess
I’ve got the going up the river
Headed to the big house blues

While I’m at the office, you say that you’re out shoppin’
While I’m at the office, there’s no way of knowin’
I push paper
I’ve got the paper pusher blues

Part-Time Romance

noreply@blogger.com (DadGumSongs) — Tue, 20 Mar 2007 10:20:00 +0000

Steve Graham
Words and Music

There’s no such thing as a part-time romance
Your heart it won’t be still
There’s no such thing as a part-time romance
Not when it’s true love you feel

You tell me you want to see another man
But you still want to see me too
There’s no such thing as a part-time romance
Adios, Baby to you

My heart cries out; it’s broken
The pain says we’re through
There’s no such thing as a part-time romance
Adios, Baby to you

I loved you with heat beyond control
With passion that’s always been true
There’s no such thing as a part-time romance
Adios, Baby to you

You tell me you want to see another man
But you still want to see me too
Now you know why it is I’ve got to say
Adios, Baby to you

There’s no such thing as a part-time romance
Your heart it won’t be still
There’s no such thing as a part-time romance
Not when it’s true love you feel

Adios, Baby to you

Red Lips

noreply@blogger.com (DadGumSongs) — Tue, 20 Mar 2007 10:10:00 +0000

Steve Graham
Words and Music

Red lips/fingertips, wants to meet Hot Licks
Red lips and fingertips, wants to meet Hot Licks
Must be looking for love and play in a rock & roll band

She goes to the bars and clubs every night
Looking for a man not mister right
The band warms up, starts to groove
She checks the room then makes her move

Red lips/fingertips, wants to meet Hot Licks
Red lips and fingertips, wants to meet Hot Licks
Must be looking for love and play in a rock & roll band

She has all the moves memorized
Tosses her hair and bats her eyes
The band looks out, what do they see
She thinks to herself, he sees me

Red lips/fingertips, wants to meet Hot Licks
Red lips and fingertips, wants to meet Hot Licks
Must be looking for love and play in a rock & roll band

BRIDGE
She frets all night about breaking the news
Should she tell him now or drop a few clues
What will he say, what will he do
When he finds out She’s a He wearing high heel shoes

Red lips/fingertips, wants to meet Hot Licks
Red lips and fingertips, wants to meet Hot Licks
Must be looking for love and play in a rock & roll band

Shallow Grave

noreply@blogger.com (DadGumSongs) — Tue, 20 Mar 2007 10:00:00 +0000

Steve Graham
Words and Music

I’m too good lookin’ to die he said
I’m too good lookin’ to die
I was born with dimples and wavy hair
I’m too good lookin’ to die

I long for the fifties and rock and roll
Chuck Berry, Little Richard they thrilled my soul
I ducked and covered, waited for the bomb
Lived through Nixon, skipped Viet Nam
I’m a child of the sixties I love mankind
I want to be happy, have peace of mind

These were the things he said to me
As I pulled up to the light
He was holdin’ a sign that said hungry and cold
Please help me make it through this night

Chorus

It took some time to find the meaning of life
And I lost my way, and I lost my wife
Now that my time is all but gone
I see where it is that I went wrong
I should’a been a model, a movie star
I’m so good lookin’, I could’da have gone far

These were the things he said to me
As I pulled up to the light
He was holdin’ a sign that said hungry and cold
Please help me make it through this night

Chorus

I’m to good lookin’ to die

Slick Willie's Paradox

noreply@blogger.com (DadGumSongs) — Tue, 20 Mar 2007 09:50:00 +0000

Words and Music
Steve Graham

What do we see from the dark side of the mirror
Reflections of someone vaguely familiar
Remembering all the dreams from there to here
Trapped in a memory with all our fears

We’re all alone together in couples two by two
Waiting in silence for nothing left to loose
What would we do if our hearts were aroused
Keep on keeping on, passion’s not allowed

Kafka told his stories and we saw his world up close
Guevera took a trip and found that bad was getting worse
They saw the world so clearly we had to see it too
Every answer begs the question, every lie holds the truth

We’re all alone together in couples two by two
Waiting in silence for nothing left to loose
What would we do if our hearts were aroused
Keep on keeping on, passion’s not allowed

Down at Slick Willie’s a wager was made
We were a little excited, a little afraid
Having fun but we couldn’t stay
You can’t afford to loose; you can’t afford to play

We’re all alone together in couples two by two
Waiting in silence for nothing left to loose
What would we do if our hearts were aroused
Keep on keeping on, passion’s not allowed

Somewhere Down In Texas

noreply@blogger.com (DadGumSongs) — Tue, 20 Mar 2007 09:40:00 +0000

Words and music
Steve Graham

Downtown in Austin where neon lights the road
My Baby is all alone with an old horn toad
They say that less is more, and more or less it's true
But she's from Texas where nothing less will do

She loves jalepenos, barbeque and beer
In dance halls and honky tonks they hoots holler and cheer
My baby loves to lip lock and hum a little tune
Somewhere down in Texas, they’re howling at the moon

Two drinks, three drinks maybe four
Faith ain’t enough; I’ll take one more
She either is or she’s not
Somewhere down in Texas its gonna get hot

From Cowtown to San Antone by the Alamo
My baby is all alone with an old horn toad
They say that less is more, and more or less it's true
But she's from Texas where nothing less will do

I still can see her smiling on that yellow rubber raft
Drinking cervesa not traveling very fast
On the Guadalupe lying in the sun
Somewhere down in Texas they’re gonna have some fun

Two drinks, three drinks maybe four
Faith ain’t enough; I’ll take one more
She either is or she’s not
Somewhere down in Texas its gonna get hot

Down around Bandera on a dusty road
My baby is all alone with an old horn toad
They say less is more, and more or less it's true
But she's from Texas where nothing less will do

Strapless And Backless

noreply@blogger.com (DadGumSongs) — Tue, 20 Mar 2007 09:30:00 +0000

Steve Graham
Words and Music

Jessica Rabbit and Betty Boop
Were knocking back a few brews out on the front stoop
I wondered where they learned to dress like that
They told me what was what and where it was at

We hum your tune; we sing your song
Strum your strings Baby just turn you on
The sirens of old knew how too
We’ve always known how to do what we do

Strapless and backless with long shiny beads
Lipstick, earrings pouting to please
High heels, halter tops, you beg and you plead
There ain’t no mercy it’s only a tease

Perfume, pushups to twist your soul
Garters and fishnet make you lose control
You wonder where we learned to dress like that
Strapless and backless we know where it’s at

We hum your tune; we sing your song
Strum your strings Baby just turn you on
The sirens of old knew how too
We’ve always known how to do what we do

Strapless and backless we‘re dressed to kill
We lean over Baby, just to give you a thrill
Turn some heads; cause a scene
Flash some thigh, just to be a little mean

We ignore your gaze and we act a little coy
Pretend not to notice the men and boys
We cut our eyes; and we sneak a peek
Strapless and backless, playin’ hide and seek

We hum your tune; we sing your song
Strum your strings Baby just turn you on
The sirens of old knew how too
We’ve always known how to do what we do

Take It Like A Man

noreply@blogger.com (DadGumSongs) — Tue, 20 Mar 2007 09:20:00 +0000

Steve Graham and Jerry Jordan
Words and Music

I’m a B&D, S&M
Submissive sort of guy
You can love me till I’m aching
Love me till I cry

The sting of your touch
The heat of your hand
I’m tied up, fired up
I’ll take it like a man

I’ll suffer what you want
Fill your every need
Just tug on my leash
I’ll follow where you lead

I need your AC\DC love
To electrify my soul
Plug me in and flip the switch
And make my eyeballs roll

I’ll play your favorite game
I’ll even play the fool
You can bind me up and beat me
Make me whine and drool

I’m a B&D, S&M
Submissive sort of guy
You can love me till I’m aching
Love me till I cry