Lyrics
- Mamas, Papas, and Phone Booths
I like rock music
I dig the Mamas and Papas
I want you for my very own
I think you're handsome
I think you're very good looking
And I want you for my very own
Me and you and you and me
Think of the possibilities
Then you'd have me for your very own
You're so amazing
You're Walter Middy rolled into one
I want you for my very own
Me and you and you and me
Think of the possibilities
Then you'd have me for your very own
I used a phone booth
To change from quiet to super deep
And I want you for my very own
Alice doesn't live here
Neither does Peggy Sue
She got married, what about me and you
- The Understudy
Waiting for my chance to take her place
She doesn't like you like that anyway
She doesn't know the things that I do
She can't give what I can get you
It makes me sick just watching you from here
And I'm drowning in a
Dream of useless
Panoramic scenes of what could be
Look behind you baby can't you see
The one you should be falling for is me
I'm not the most aggressive kind
But I will have you
You will be mine
I thought about the way you move yourself
I thought about the way you say your lines
Always wrapped up in the drama
The leading lady hangin' on ya
I'm praying for the day she'll break her leg
And I'm drowning in a
Dream of useless
Panoramic scenes of what could be
Look behind you baby can't you see
The one you should be falling for is me
I'm not the most aggressive kind
But I will have you
You will be mine
And by the way,
I watch you in the wings
And when the show is over I stay late
Going over every line
Waiting for my chance to shine
Hoping someday you will find
That I am not your Understudy
He left his scarf, It's cold out there tonight
And suddenly he enters from stage right
With the spotlight shining on me
On the set of West Side Story
I begin my faint soliloquy
- Warm
Cold Chillin' at home with my favorite tendoroni
I never feel this when I'm hangin' with my homies
I haven't fallen once, but I wouldn't put it by me
Beside me
You feel so warm
You kissed me once and it was nice
Like a hypnotist you've got me hypnotized
Boy you're like Dracula, it's love at first bite
Tonight
You feel so warm
I'm not trying to bait you
I can just relate to you
And all I know
Is how it flows
And how I feel in your arms
So Warm
- The Saddest Thing
Your memory
It haunts me
I love you
And I'm not sorry
I know that
The Saddest thing to me
Is the Saddest thing to me
My heaven
My baby
My treasures
My earthly things
The Saddest thing to me
Is the Saddest thing to me
Our peace is
In touching
Why should this mean so much to me
The Saddest thing to me
Is the Saddest thing to me
- The Secret Life of Willard Scott
She was dancin'
In this club when
This dude walks in the room
He was handsome
She was drawn to
The smell of his perfume
He said, "I'm a Libra, You're a Pisces,
I see me, Marvin Gaye, and You"
But who'd of thought a month in to it
He was a clown
She never knew it
This was not good news
It didn't work out
So she called her
Local convent
She said "Let me splain to you
I will give all my possessions
To take residence with you
Sanctuary, Someone save me,
Willard's got me all confused"
But who'd of thought a month in to it
She changed her mind she couldn't do it
She missed his big red shoes
It didn't work out
Time goes by and years turn into days
Years go by and seasons tend to change
She was standing
In the corner when
This dude walks in the room
He was handsome
She was sorry
And he said he was too
She said, "Now, how's the weather?
I have seen you on the local morning news?"
"Yeah, but who'd of thought when I was a clown
You gave me the dump, you turned me down,
The foot is in the other shoe"
It didn't work out
- Mr. T
Whatever happened to the man who's gone?
He may be far away but his legend lives on
Whatever happened to the man that we call Mr. T?
I used to watch his show every Tuesday night
He made a movie or two
They weren't great, but they were alright
I miss his Mohawk and his goatee
Where are you Mr. T?
Mr. T I've been thinking about you
Miss the jewelry you wear all around you
And when you're dead and gone
The memories live on
Of a man who will always be
Mr. T
They don't sell his cereal at the store
They don't show his cartoon on TV anymore
They say he's a has-been but not to me
Make a comeback Mr. T
Mr. T I've been thinking about you
Miss the jewelry you wear all around you
And when you're dead and gone
The memories live on
Of a man who will always be
Mr. T
Mr. T I've been going in dazes
About your ultimate cool catch phrases
And when you're dead and gone
The memories live on
Of a man who will always be
Mr. T
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Album credits
- Recorded at 1st Avenue Sound (Franklin, TN)
- J.D. Shuff: Engineer
- Joe Roberts: Assistant Engineer
- Additional Recording and Editing at The Skyview Church of Tone and
Soul (East Nashville) by Roger Alan Nichols
- Mastered by Mac Chevalier for Yes Master
- Produced and Mixed by Roger Alan Nichols
- Cover Art: Josh Stafford
- Mandy McCauley - All Vocals, All Acoustic and Electric Guitars, Moog,
Theremin, Piano, Electric Piano, Organ, Wurly, Pear Shaker, Tambourine
- Roger Nichols - Bass, Strings, Harmonium, Texture Synths
- Corey Segall - Drums
- Rev - Beats on “Warm” and “The Secret Life of Willard
Scott” (at Soulbeat Studios)
- Chris Sellers -Turntable’s on “Warm”
Hand Clappers on “Mr. T” - Roger Alan Nichols, Gabe McCauley,
Charley Skinner, Mandy McCauley
