GEORGE ZAPATA
Shulda/Santangelo/Halbrook
VERSE:
George Zapata left his name
‘round a manhole cover in the street.
I pass it everyday.
He pressed his name into the wet cement
With a finger, or a stick, maybe.
I don’t know, I wasn’t there.
But everyday I see
George Zapata and his sewer hole,
smiling up at me.
Why did he do it?
Did he want fame?
The manhole and his name
forever linked
In the minds of all who read it
looking down, in the street.
CHORUS:
Now, whenever I flush, I remember
To call out:
“Say hello to George!”
Copyright 2008 Dick and Jane Music,
P.O. Box 1008, Porterville CA 93258
HURT
Shulda/Santangelo
CHORUS:
It doesn't matter what you say
it doesn't matter what you do
I'm gonna spend the rest of my days dreaming up ways of hurting you.
VERSE:
It takes up all my energy- all my precious time.
I have a lot of cruel ideas you'd call the crazy kind.
I'm not afraid to lose my life- I know God understands
He'll be greeting me in paradise, extending me his hand.
CHORUS:
No matter what you do to me
There's gonna be a new recruit.
Who wants to spend the rest of his days dreaming up ways of hurting you.
MIDDLE:
I was breast-fed venom from a very early age
They groomed me for my mission- instilled in me this rage.
I may have never met you never seen your face
but when I get down on my knees I pray your soul to take.
VERSE:
You can always choose to live life paralyzed by fear
Or you can go about your days as if I disappeared.
You can drop some bombs and say it's in the name of peace
but you only kill the symptoms while ignoring the disease.
CHORUS:
No matter what you do to me
There's gonna be a new recruit.
Who wants to spend the rest of his days dreaming up ways of hurting you.
Copyright 2008 Dick and Jane Music,
P.O. Box 1008, Porterville CA 93258
SOMEBODY’S BIRTHDAY
Shulda/Santangelo
There’s a white stretch limousine on the road
It’s a late afternoon and it’s moving slow
There’s a sign on the side of the door
so I wondered what the hell it was for
It said “Please Honk! It’s my birthday”
But I won’t comply
‘Cause I’m just that kind of guy
On somebody’s birthday
May you get what you want
Somebody’s birthday
Many happy returns
Somebody’s birthday
Happy birthday, dear someone
See the black hearse making you catch your breath?
It’s a late afternoon and it looks like death
Saw a sign there on the top of the hood
Should I read it? Well, I thought that I should
It said “Please Honk! It’s my birthday”
On somebody’s birthday
May you get what you want
Somebody’s birthday
Many happy returns
Somebody’s birthday
Happy birthday, dear someone
And I don’t comply
‘Cause I’m not that kind of guy.
Copyright 2008 Dick and Jane Music,
P.O. Box 1008, Porterville CA 93258
SERIAL ROMANCE
Shulda/Santangelo
When the trial begins, she will take her seat.
They have never met, though she writes each
week.
There was something wrong that happened in her
life.
Now she’s drawn to strong, homicidal types.
CHORUS:
It’s a serial romance, serial romance.
Serial romance,
just plead insanity.
It’s as serial as
love can be.
Doesn’t matter what kind of crime he’s done.
She would love to bear his daughters and sons.
He was on TV, she liked what she saw.
But will she follow through if he should get
off?
CHORUS:
MIDDLE:
Your honor I have to object to her conviction.
You may be trying the wrong man.
CHORUS:
Copyright 2008 Dick and Jane Music,
P.O. Box 1008, Porterville CA 93258
BIG TOP
Shulda/Santangelo
I joined the circus ‘cause I couldn’t find work
The bearded lady and the pit boss are jerks.
The pay is low but I can get in for free
The greatest show is not as great as I seems.
I shovel shit to the calliope sound
Sometimes I find some extra change on the ground
And when my shift is over I go to bed
with thoughts of the big top trapped inside my head.
It’s a high-wire act with no safety net
and if I fall I’ll just go deeper in debt.
So hurry, buy you’re ticket now, don’t delay
come see the biggest clown in showbiz today.
I shovel shit to the calliope sound
Sometimes I find some extra change on the ground
And when my shift is over I go to bed
with thoughts of the big top trapped inside my head.
Come join the circus.
Copyright 2008 Dick and Jane Music,
P.O. Box 1008, Porterville CA 93258
