Totally Massive Plethora Of Heroes Lyrics By Moxy Fruvous

Canada...WAKE UP!
Look behind you, your history's creeping
Canada...WAKE UP!
It's far too exciting for you to be sleeping
A totally awesome selection of heroes.
Terry Fox was a hero
Laura Secord warned us of a sneak attack
And Rene Levesque each day smoke a whole other pack
Oscar Peterson grooves us now that Trudeau's resigned
Take a look at their lives, it will blow your mind!
Stop in your tracks but don't relax
Try to pause to think, check out the facts
You've got Jacques and Gilles and Guy Phil
Margaret Atwood, [??]
Canadian people who are forever gonna be the heroes.
Canada...WAKE UP!
Ask your mother, I'll bet that she knows
A totally massive plethora of heroes.
Canada...WAKE UP!
There's a hero in every story
Canada...WAKE UP!
Some are left wing and some are Tory
A totally awesome selection of heroes.
What makes someone a hero?
Do you have to take a special course in school?
Or maybe save Grandad's life when he's fallen into the pool?
You've heard all about Superman, he's just a cartoon
But there's real superheroes and real things they were doin'
Once again we've got the story of the heroes
No flashy stars, no {???} like Robert DeNiro's
Different faces, different races
Working hard in different places
Canada...WAKE UP!
We've to Metis and mountainclimbers
Canada...WAKE UP!
Farmers, Hippies and Maritimers
A totally massive plethora of heroes.
Canada...WAKE UP!
You've probably got heroes next door
Canada...WAKE UP!
So what do we need this show for?
To show you an awesome selection of heroes
What makes someone a hero?
Do you have to win a war or build a fort?
Or maybe invent the phone, or win the gold in some sport?
Laurier straddled the Solitudes, Wayne and Schuster wore slacks
Our heroes give blood, then pay income tax.
Now and then, give yourself some time to think about
Your own heritage, {???}
{???} to store, from shore to shore, from rich to working poor
Celebrate and don't berate
All the women and men who made this nation great
Not just fancy cars and movie stars
{???}
Canadian people who are forever gonna be the heroes.
Canada...WAKE UP!
Ask your uncle, I'll bet that he knows
A totally massive plethora of heroes.
This is from a CBC program that Moxy Frvous was commisioned to write
songs for (back in the
early, early days) entitled Heritage Heroes.

Michigan Militia Lyrics By Moxy Fruvous

(All)
I like to keep it in the refrigerator.
(Mike speaking through distortion)
Keeps the powder dry, and the action quicker.
(All)
Let me be your American Gladitor.
(Mike speaking)
Find enclosed an adhesive NRA sticker.
(Mike speaking)
A letter to you from where I've been holed up
in this bucolic, agrarian compound.
One step ahead
(rest)
just ahead
(Mike speaking)
of the government bloodhound.
The gas is off, it's a national showdown.
(All)
Sure wish that I could visit you,
my sweet betrothed.
(Mike speaking)
In a couple of days
we'll all be free,
or we'll be dead.
(Jian)
Happy Birthday, Tricia,
I'm in the Michigan Militia.
Happy Birthday, Tricia,
I'm in the Michigan Militia.
(All)
Fencing off this little piece of heaven.
(Mike speaking)
Cross the line and you're electricuted.
(All)
Polishing up my AK47.
(Mike speaking)
It's a constitutional right, can't be refuted.
(Mike speaking)
Now they've got us on TV,
and making us look stupid.
Shot of me flippin' my lid,
at that mutt reporter,
a classic case of race dilution
(All)
Houston,
(Mike speaking)
What is the problem?
(All)
I'm fighting for you, and a blue-eyed Jesus.
(Mike speaking)
America first,
the rest get the pieces.
(All)
Na Na Na Na.
(All)
Happy Birthday, Tricia,
I'm in the Michigan Militia.
Happy Birthday, Tricia,
I'm in the Michigan Militia.
Fighting for your honor,
like would any Afrikaaner.
Happy Birthday, Tricia,
I'm in the Michigan Militia.
Our love is so strong (?our numbers are strong?), and it won't be long
till I can tell you, Tricia, that we won.
You'll be ecstatic, just like that night
you told me up in the attic.
That was your wish again,
to be back in ?a? purified Michigan
down on...! down on...!
(Mike speaking)
..the farm.
(moog solo)
(Mike speaking)
Well, that's my wish again,
to be back in Michigan.
(All)
Happy Birthday, Tricia,
I'm in the Michigan Militia.
Happy Birthday, Tricia,
(Well, that's my wish again, to be back in Michigan)
I'm in the Michigan Militia.
I hope you like the double barrel,
I think it goes with your apparel.
Happy Birthday, Tricia,
(Well, that's my wish again, to be back in Michigan)
I'm in the Michigan Militia.
(All)
I like to keep it in the refrigerator.
From the Liner:
(Dave-vocals, banjo, wurlitzer, rhodes, moog; Jian-vocals, drunks;
Mike-lead vocal; Murray-vocals, bass; Stephen
Traub-disgruntled adult)

Tory Potion No.9 Lyrics By Moxy Fruvous

They serve it up...we drink it down
They serve it up...we drink it down
Politicians really are the cream of the crop
They work so hard to make injustices stop
Economics, violence, the problems they must solve,
And if they're not in parliament...(what?)...
They're probably playing golf.
Kim Campbell's staking out her leadership turf
But they should never give a mike to a smurf
She represents change 'cause she's not a man, I guess
But I look at her and all I see is...(what?)...
Mulroney in a dress
(it's sexy, I confess)
They gamble with our jobs and then they call it Free Trade
They scrape the GST off every cent you get paid
Their leadership campaign was an expensive parade
We foot the bill, what a thrill, it's a charade
Newspapers print what corporations see fit
Look for dissention and you won't find a bit
We told them last october to reject the status quo
But read a story 'bout the feds...(what?)...
And watch the propaganda flow
Well...Kim Cambell has made her message so clear
Free Trade and helicopters and the cutbacks this year
We can ponder what to do, but the question is moot
'Cause come election time...(what?)...
We're giving them the boot
Say goodbye to Tories...say goodbye to Campbell
Say goodbye to Tories...say goodbye to Brian
Say goodbuy to Tories...say goodbye to Campbell
Say goodbuy to Tories...say goodbye to Brian
GOODBYE!!

Big Fish Lyrics By Moxy Fruvous

(Dave)
As a young boy Michael helped his mother cook,
Down by her apron strings the whole day long.
Knife in hand, her eyes trained on the recipe book
He'd salivate as she sang out this song:
(funny old woman's voice)
Cut the onions, start the dicing.
Listen up Mike, it's the right thing.
Chop the parsnip for a rich dish
In the small pond you'll be a big fish.
In the small pond you'll be a big fish.
(Mike)
When in college our lad made some special friends,
Kept him from subversives and their kind.
Swirled within a world of sports and dividends.
And the song they sang was etched upon his mind:
(All)
Cut the hair off the hippy sleeping.
Listen up Mike, it's the right thing.
Chop the fringes off the freakish.
In the small pond you'll be a big fish.
In the small pond you'll be a big fish.
(Murray)
Thirty-five, a burning drive possessed him
To be the greatest golfer in North Bay.
Sometimes a fear of failure near obsessed him.
But then he'd hear the other golfer's say:
(funny deep voice)
Cut the motion on your back swing.
Listen up Mike, it's the right thing.
Chop the golf ball with a big swish.
In the small pond you'll be a big fish.
In the small pond you'll be a big fish.
(Jian)
Now he's breaking bread with heads of industry.
The captain in the autumn of his years.
He proceeds with Messianical rabidity.
When he echoes mother's words he hears the cheers:
(All)
Cut the welfare, and public housing.
Listen up Mike, it's the right thing.
Chop the health-care, you'll get your wish.
In the small pond you'll be a big fish
Cut the child-care and the schooling.
Listen up Mike, it's the right-wing.
Chop the free-lunch for the poorish.
In the small pond you'll be a big fish.
In the small pond you'll be a big fish.
In the small pond you'll be a big fish.
From the Liner:
1996 - We have a brand new ultra right-wing premier of ontario,
but only fools
would believe that our loving leader actually revels in the pain,
misery, and economic
disparity that comes as a product of his neo-conservative policies. Mike
is
simply doing the 'right thing'.

Stuck In The '90s Lyrics By Moxy Fruvous

Clem had a daydream, a daydream from heaven
Picked up the headline, his country was made up of singers
And no more right-wingers
He wakes up to "Homeless are stupid, welfare is stupid
Private investment, efficiency, cool fiscal plannin'"
Sounds like more Pat Buchanan
Back in his day job this afternoon
Unlikely he'll move down to Cuba soon
Reluctant to find he's stuck in the '90s again
Clem reads of the old days, twenty years goes a long ways
"Challenge the system!" Relating is easy on a demo
Now they'll send it by memo
'Cause there's no need for the peace sign, post-republican "Peace time"
Join the parade, wave the flag, tell the world it's your lackey
Abbie Hoffman was wacky
Riding the bike to his foreign car
Burning his mind in his VCR
Reluctant to find he's stuck in the '90s again
Reluctant to find he's stuck in the '90s again
and he's lots...
don't you know what it's like to be lost?
and older... "tears on his shoulder"
real men are BOLDER!!
Soon I'll be 30, I don't want to be 30
I've got some big plans, Goodwill has some big hands
With each new computer screen, the world tells me I'm more green
Buy a new Game Boy!
For the fun and the fashion... just for the passion
Back in his day job this afternoon
Unlikely he'll move down to Cuba soon
Reluctant to find he's stuck in the '90s again
Reluctant to find he's stuck in the '90s again
White lies, rich guys hoarding a big prize
We've got work to do
Reluctant to find he's stuck in the '90s again

Darlington Darling Lyrics By Moxy Fruvous

Down the line, comin' down the line a V6 Merc in blue
Without the sparks or distributer caps, I'll slap them on as it rides through
8 to 4 on the assembly floor watchin' V6 Mercs slide through
I can drive and she can drive, but this car's made for you
CHORUS: I'd like to buy her one
(where ya gonna get the money son)
I'd like to buy her two
(but you'll never find the right bijou)
I'd like to buy her three
(but you're working in a factory
And I'd like to buy her more
Than this blue collar can afford
Down the line, Chipper down the line's got a cottage up on Scugogg
Last Christmas bash he spent all his cash plyin' Mr. Bewdley with eggnog
He got the raise and from what he says he'll have that love nest paid off soon
I got the keys, but my girlfriend, she's not getting off till Sunday noon
CHORUS
In Darlington lies my darling one - she fills my thoughts each day
Half a mile from the cooling towers, I sure hope that she's okay
CHORUS

The Lazy Boy Lyrics By Moxy Fruvous

I have a life of pleasure
I am suspended in armchair leisure
I put my feet on the ottoman (empire)
Here in a world of turmoil
I have my comfort in control
And the answer's reclining (it's obvious)
CHORUS: Here I sit and here I say (the lazy boy)
"Hello to U.S.A. today!" (the lazy boy)
Dollywood and Billy Ray (the lazy boy)
A place to pass the time away (the lazy boy)
Here I keep tabs on Euro-stocks
I have a stereo that rocks!
And I take calls in the bathtub (it's cellular)
There is a console to my right
With reruns of Charlie's Angels every night
I can't keep track of the blond one (the third one)
CHORUS
At the end of the day it's the chair I trust
The cushion is comfy and the works don't rust
With a straight line of vision to my Elvis bust
Watch the kingdom, eat the bread crust
Fine all the time is the way I feel
Cracking the code of the "Let's make a deal!"
I can change my world 'cause my boy's on wheels
Improve your lifestyle, you must get real!
I was a down and out Canuck
Now I have put my faith in lazy luck
Since they removed all the barriers (49th parallel)
CHORUS

La Complainte Du Phoque En Alaska (english) Lyrics By Moxy Fruvous

by Beau Dommages
This song was originally written in French.
Believe me or not
Somewhere in Alaska
There's a seal who's feeling glum
His love has left
To make her living
In a circus in the United States
When the seal is alone
He looks at the sunlight
Falling softly on the ice
He thinks of the States
Crying softly
That's how it is when your love has left you
It's not worth it, to leave those you love
To go and bounce a ball on your nose
It makes children laugh, but that doesn't last long
No one will laugh when the children have grown.
When the seal feels down
He looks at his fur that shines
Like the streets of New York after the rain
He dreams of Chicago
And of Marilyn Monroe
He wants to see his love do her show
It's only a story
Don't think me conceited
But sometimes I get the feeling it's me
Who is there, sitting on the ice
My face in my hands
My love is gone, and I'm sad
It's not worth it, to leave those you love
To go and bounce a ball on your nose
It makes children laugh, but that doesn't last long
No one will laugh when the children have grown.

That's Any Good Lyrics By Moxy Fruvous

Sha la la la la la
Sha la la la la la
When your best girl says she loves you
When your hair looks like it should
When you make the highschool football team
Like you thought you would
When your country wins the arms race
When your hair looks like it should
You've got to say that that's OK
That's any good!
Does the dew light on the heather
Is your gym class really keen
Do the Chelsea girls in homeroom
Say you look like Martin Sheen
Does the common market thrill you
Would you like a bowl of pud
if the answer's yes, we must confess
That's any good
That's any good
{spoken} Girl, when you left me, well, that was a big drag. But now,
thanks in part to Ronco
Products, I'm much better. And that's any good!
Girl, before I met you my heart was made of wood
My tantrum in Southampton was all misunderstood
But now that's all behind me, I'm the little train that could
And I've got to say (sha la la la la la la)
That that's OK (teenagers in love)
Yeah, that's any good!

Boo Time Lyrics By Moxy Fruvous

(Chorus)
It's Boo Time
Boo Time
It's Boo Time
(spoken)
Stop it.
(Mike on Lead)
When every wanker's wound up tight,
frigid, fractious, and forthright,
the plebes plugged up with plebiscite,
Trim the trad, go troglodyte
(All)
It's Boo Time
Boo Time
It's Boo Time
(Mike)
When obligations grow obtuse,
New neckties nab you like a noose,
The clown, the cleric, the recluse
All crank the sluice on their caboose.
(All)
Something that you buried,
way down the estuary,
Sharp and incendiary,
locked in a box of lead I said.
(guitar solo)
(Mike)
Mr. Metro Moon, meek, mundane,
set sail on seas of cellophane
Mapped the mists of mauve membrane
Old friends all sang 'auf wiedersehn'.
It might be howling on all fours,
Or strolling naked out of doors,
Perhaps an herbal remedy,
Reminds the mind what holds the key.
(All)
Something that you buried,
way down the estuary,
Sharp and incendiary,
locked in a box of lead I said.
(Dave)
It's not forbidden to be what you are.
Dip into that great big cookie jar.
(Mike)
where it's always Boo Time
(All)
It's Boo Time
Boo Time
It's Boo Time
Boo Time
It's Boo Time
Boo Time
(Mike scat solo)
It's boo, it's boo, it's boo.
From the Liner:
(Dave-vocals, accordion, saxophone; Jian-vocals, drums; Mike-lead vocal,
electric guitar; Murray-vocals, shadow guitar,
bass)

B J Don't Cry Lyrics By Moxy Fruvous

From the Fr
vous quill comes a story tale of love and illin'
Romeo found the balconey too high, ended up with second billin'
She loved in triplicate, left his heart a blank too fill in
Lost his faith imaculate when Cupid became a villain
CHORUS: B.J. don't cry no more
Wonders what his heart is beating for
He says he takes it muhc too hard
Give my regards to B.J.
In a fit of rage he tore down all her gifts and promises
Sick and tired of hearing 'bout those Harry, Dick and Thomases
Banished her for life he did, right then and there, from the premises
Onle his holy virgin queen, now on the scene, his nemesis
CHORUS
He thought about his life, his heart began to rush
He buried the crown, found a bucket and a brush
B.J. paints town...
Now on the street our wounded soul is looking quite Gregarial
Heart or tin has shed his skin, given it a hefty burial
As with logic, as with reason, as with science actuarial
Rallied 'round the Fr
vous flag burnt the kitchen, raised the aerial
CHORUS
Turn it over little man
He took a trip, B.J.'s on a train
Far far away, he'll be back again one rainy day
So there we have a story lived in person told by proxy
'Bout a mild-mannered mannequin, every Sunday hit the Roxy
Till there his own reflection, showed him his orthodoxy
Now he hikes the Himalayas, stuffs his letters full of moxie!
CHORUS

The Incredible Medicine Show Lyrics By Moxy Fruvous

(Murray on lead)
We are here,
to calm your fears,
and turn your world around.
The man to my right,
with the headset mike,
will stroll you through the grounds.
So enjoy your stay,
it's seafood day,
and surgery's at five.
(Mike)
We can correct what nature supplies
'cause beauty is something money buys.
(All)
Don't say no to the incredible medicine show.
Don't say no to the incredible medicine show.
(Murray)
The double chin,
can be tucked in,
the wrinkles we can hide.
Some herbal tea
and Chromium D
with 'drink me' on the side.
The little fear
when you look in the mirror
gets bigger every day.
(Mike)
It takes work,
but it can be done,
to look 23 at 51.
(All)
Don't say no to the incredible medicine show.
Say no, don't say no.
Don't say no to the incredible medicine show.
Say no, don't say no.
Na na na, na na na na.
(guitar solo)
(Mike)
Smoke and mirrors,
dogs and ponies,
(Murray)
The President of the United States
and his cronies.
(Mike)
Clean and colorful,
proud and ghoulish.
(Murray)
A fountain of youth
for the vain and the foolish.
(Murray)
Mrs. Booth,
you're a picture of youth,
those lips should last a while.
And carrot juice
will help reduce
that creaking when you smile.
(All)
Don't say no to the incredible medicine show.
Say no, don't say no.
Don't say no to the incredible medicine show.
Say no, don't say no.
Don't say no to the incredible medicine show.
(Murray: We are here, to calm your fears)
Say no, don't say no.
Don't say no to the incredible medicine show.
(Murray: We are here, to calm your fears)
Say no, don't say no.
From the Liner:
(Dave-vocals, accordion, wurlitzer, saxophone; Jian-vocals, drums;
Mike-vocals, electric guitar; Murray-lead vocal, bass)

Horseshoes Lyrics By Moxy Fruvous

My sister Sue and me were doing stunts with electric trains
She said she'd do my dishes, so I handed her the reins
And she engineered a collision steered by a hand-eye protege
Before my train set started burning I heard my sister say
Look straight at the coming disaster
Realize what you've lost
You keep handing out horseshoes
Horseshoes have gotta be tossed.
I dreamed I went to heaven 'cause I told my lover lies
When I woke up I went to her and looked her in the eyes
I said "help me cry, 'cause I can't deny this union's feeling wrong"
Then a flshback to the dream and angels singing songs
Look straight at the coming disaster
Realize what you've lost
You keep handing out horseshoes
Horseshoes have gotta be tossed
Horseshoes have gotta be tossed.
Don't push the river; if you love it, set it free
I said "go on and see him, you can still come home to me"
I was satisfied, God was on our side
'Cause we're freer than the birds.
Sent me a letter. I didn't read it.
I already knew the words
Look straight at the coming disaster
Realize what you've lost
You keep handing out horseshoes
Horseshoes have gotta be tossed.
Horseshoes have gotta be tossed...

Poor Mary Lane Lyrics By Moxy Fruvous

She lowered her head when they layed all the blame
The charge was clear
Poor Mary Lane, Poor Mary Lane
And I've been her swordsman of national fame
Her knight so dear
Poor Mary Lane, Poor Mary Lane
Trapped in her castle
In mourning and still a dreamer
What began as a hastle
If anything wouldn't seem her
I put on my head when they layed all the blame
I spoke in fear
Poor Mary Lane, Poor Mary Lane
And I've been her swordsman of national fame
Her knight was here
Poor Mary Lane, Poor Mary Lane
Then we were in college
And he was our prince of knowledge
For my love I would promise
To be her alibi and accomplace
Poor Mary Lane, Poor Mary Lane
Social Professor didn't stop when he carressed her
He laughed in tears at their shame
And though she calculated,
So it was premeditated
What could she do?
We lowered our heads when they laid all the blame
Put her away
Poor Mary Lane, Poor Mary Lane
And I though the plan would be clearing her name
We lost that day
Poor Mary Lane, Poor Mary Lane
Lowered our heads when they layed all the blame
Put her away
Poor Mary Lane, Poor Mary Lane...

The Oatmeal Song Lyrics By Moxy Fruvous

Oh, the wonderful thing about oatmeal
How it lies on your pillow at night
How it fills up the holes in your jacket
How it doesn't taste like anything quite like
Oatmeal, plain as the prairies
Hotter than sunspots and stickier than glue
Oatmeal, you need no strawberries
Oh, I think I'm gonna have a bowl of you
Said I think I'm gonna have a bowl of you.

You Will Go To The Moon Lyrics By Moxy Fruvous

(All)
Orbiting Rondelle
(Dave on lead)
You will go to the moon
You'll probably be heading there soon
Someday flowers will grow there
But first you've got to go there
Oh, You will go to the moon
(ooo, you gonna get it)
You will live in the stars
Your backyard will probably be Mars
You will ride a crater scooter
And eat off your computer
Oh you will live in the stars
(All)
Your stellar smile will always beam
Knowing you're home and home to stay
And you'll look down upon the earth
And say, "I can't believe we ever lived that way!"
(Dave)
You will go to the moon
There's plans for a hotel and a lagoon
You'll be savoring a star fruit
And kicking off your moonboot
Oh you will go to the moon.
Hey, you will go to the moon
A paradise to rival Cancun
And one side's always sunny
You'll be raking in the money
Oh you get paid on the moon
(All)
It's been our most abiding dream
And a dream is an easy sell
And when the tourists come in droves
You'll be the big cheese on that orbiting rondelle
(Dave)
You will go to the moon
Daring pioneers will call the tune
(vocal solo)
(Dave)
Take it home...
Ah someday flowers will grow there
But first you got to go there
Oh you will go to the moon
I'm gonna tell ya, you will go to the moon
One more! You will go to the moon!
From the Liner:
(Dave-lead vocal; Jian-vocals; Mike-vocals; Murray-vocals)

Oliver's Army Lyrics By Moxy Fruvous

originally performed by Elvis Costello
Don't start me talking
I could talk all night
My mind goes sleepwalking
While I'm putting the world to right
Called careers information
Have you got yourself an occupation?
Oliver's army is here to stay
Oliver's army are on their way
And I would rather be anywhere else
But here today
There was a checkpoint Charlie
He didn't crack a smile
But it's no laughing party
When you've been on the murder mile
Only takes one itchy trigger
One more widow, one less white nigger
(Chorus)
Hong Kong is up for grabs
London is full of Arabs
We could be in Palestine
Overrun by a Chinese line
With the boys from the Mersey and the Thames and the Tyne
But there's no danger
It's a professional career
Though it could be arranged
With just a word in Mr. Churchill's ear
If you're out of luck or out of work
We could send you to Johannesburg
(Chorus)

Love Set Fire Lyrics By Moxy Fruvous

(Murray on lead)
Small paper cranes
and wall paper stains
that the pictures can hardly conceal
Love letters bent
from tears that were spent
on a cruel and a shabby ideal
But love set fire
to everything
and the flames looked like
angel's wings.
We played our parts
with paper hearts
and love set fire
to everything.
I know that it's wrong
to stay here this long
haunted by all of her things
I found out too late
only fools feel safe
in a house made of jokers and kings
But Love set fire
to everything
and the flames looked like
angels wings.
We played our parts
with paper hearts
(All)
and love set fire
to everything.
(accordion and string solo)
(Murray)
I've tried to escape her
and these bits of paper
but the memories I just can't outrun
So I'll keep lighting matches
when one of them catches
this thing will finally
be done
(All)
But Love set fire
to everything
and the flames looked like
angels wings.
We played our parts
with paper hearts
and love set fire
to everything.
From the Liner:
(Dave-vocals, accordion, bass; Jian-vocals, drums, percussion;
Mike-vocals; Murray-lead vocal; Danny Levin-strings)

Johnny Saucep'n Lyrics By Moxy Fruvous

(All)
Well he was just some Johnny Saucep'n when he walked into that kitchen
And the chef picked up the order and put down his Solzhenitysen
He said "make yourself at home, boy, I just prewarmed all the griddles
Ya got 20 minutes, starting now, to make some gourmet vittles"
Basil endive parmesan shrimp live
Lobster hamster worchester muenster
Caviar radiccio snow pea scampi
Roquefort meat squirt blue beef red alert
Pork hocs side flank cantaloupe sheep shanks
Provolone flatbread goat's head soup
Gruyere cheese angelhair please
And a vichyssoise and a cabbage and a crawfish claws.
Sure he was just some Johnny Saucep'n when he walked into that kitchen
But his genius with the foodstuffs got the old chef's tastebuds itchin'
Johnny Saucep'n bought the restaurant and the chef came all unglued
There will always be a lineup for that strange and wonderful food.
Basil endive parmesan shrimp live
Lobster hamster worchester muenster
Caviar radiccio snow pea scampi
Roquefort meat squirt blue beef red alert
Pork hocs side flank cantaloupe sheep shanks
Provolone flatbread goat's head soup
Gruyere cheese angelhair please
And a vichyssoise and a cabbage and a crawfish claws.
From the Liner:
1995- A massive mouthful makes a cheerful little earful.

Harbourmall Lyrics By Moxy Fruvous

Up in Downsview where the skies are grey
I can take my Mazda down the old parkway
>From what they tell me I just make a right
To the place that's jumping every day and night.
Well, I'm glad to say I'm on my way
To where ducks and jugglers and children play
I may be stuck in traffic, but I'm on the hunt
Gonna find my harbour down at Harbourfront.
Pleasure bound I started walking around
It took me half an hour to find some grassy ground
I spread my blanket, but I got no sun
Just the shadow of the condominium
Well, I'm sad to say they blocked the way
They took my view and my naivete
I saw lots of condos, but to be blunt
I didn't see no harbour down at Harbourfront.
Hey! Is there no Metro plan?
There's no need for a cultural home
So tell me what do you say alderman?
Build a casino with lots of chrome.
Take 10 story, 20 story, 30 story Lunch!
There's no need for a cultural home
We're gonna solve that intangible budget crunch!
Pave the harbour from the shore to the 'Dome.
I took my problem to so many doors
To the Feds, Queen's Park, and councillors
They sent me on to a businessman
Who said "son, listen up, I understand"
"You see, I'm glad to say you'll get your way
Your Authorsfest and your Children's Day
That artsy stuff, spring, summer, fall
On parking level three of HarbourMall!"
Say, see where the art used to be?
Back to business at HarbourMall
Skydome's a runt next to King Harbourfront
Give the business to HarbourMall.
So now I see the situation's clear
We'll have HarbourFun every day of the year
Under HarbourMall's roof I'll get my sun
With the tanning salon and Mr. Eggleton.
Well, I'm glad to say we got our way
The Authorsfest and the Children's Day
All that artsy stuff, spring, summer, fall
On parking level three of HarbourMall...
...HarbourMall fun in the city!

Fly Lyrics By Moxy Fruvous

Note: a verse was deleted from this song from the original version to
the Wood album version.
This verse is included in italics where it would have been if it were
not omitted. For some reason,
these lyrics are included in the wood album liner notes.
When you've played out As the World Turns
You don't need soaps to clean your mind
Every little child learns
If you can't see dreams, your eyes are blind
Was it just a fool's impression?
Such an antiquated passion.
On the day they both conspired to ride the midway after dark
They had enough of their pride to not bring coins to this amusement park
And she held his hand to follow
And he held his breath, then let go
They crouched down low.
Sat in the front row.
Untied the rope so they could fly
Hold on tight, let's get it just right,
We'll take our last flight. You and I.
When you're getting tired of normal
You sometimes think you've lost your will
You see something less formal
And reconcile to try to move in for the thrill
Was it breaking down like most do?
Or searching for happiness where you're supposed to?
So they cried inside while their eyes smiled
There was no turning back for two
Erase the memory stockpile
All alone, and one thing left to do
In the rollarcoaster shadows,
They took off their shoes and bared their souls
They crouched down low.
Sat in the front row
Untied the rope so they could fly
Hold on tight, let's get it just right
We'll take our last flight. You and I.
And she held his hand to follow
And he held his breath, then let go
They crouched down low
Sat in the front row
Untied the rope so they could fly
Hold on tight, let's get it just right,
We'll take our last flight.
You and I.

Your New Boyfriend Lyrics By Moxy Fruvous

(Jian)
Well, it was me, you, and Jacko
and your new buddy Tacco
(rest)
No cause for alarm,
about the flag on his arm.
(Jian)
You said the politics matter,
but we're all getting fatter.
(rest)
You'll take what you get,
with this Republican vet.
(All)
Well, have you really changed
that much since school?
when any Nazi couldn't swim in your pool?
Your new boyfriend's a bit
of a right wing shit.
(Jian)
We gave the finger to Sony,
and threw macaroni.
(rest)
When we first kissed,
(and) Mulroney was pissed.
(Jian)
You said that you would never end up,
with a Goldwater send-up
(rest)
Well that's what you said,
when we were both in debt.
(All)
Well, have you really changed
that much since school?
when any Nazi couldn't swim in your pool?
Your new boyfriend's a bit
of a right wing shit.
(guitar solo)
(All)
Well, have you really changed
that much since school?
when any Nazi couldn't swim in your pool?
You've just got to admit
he's a right wing shit!
he's a right wing shit!
he's a right wing shit!
he's a right wing shit!
From the Liner:
(Dave-vocals, guitar; Jian-lead vocal, drums; Mike-vocals, electric
guitar; Murray-vocals, bass)

Get In The Car Lyrics By Moxy Fruvous

(Dave)
I'm all right...
(All)
Look what I'm drivin'.
Look at the curves
and my overhand serve,
it's more than survivin'.
Get in the car.
Get in the car.
Don't give me that,
you know who you are.
(Dave)
The answer is here,
it isn't that far.
(rest)
isn't that far.
(All)
Get in the car.
(Dave)
I'm in love...
(All)
Look what I'm drivin'.
A break-in alarm,
and you on my arm,
totally thrivin'
(Dave)
Twist and turn...
(All)
Look at her dancin'.
We're havin' some fun,
she's a trophy I won.
Baby's enhancin'.
Get in the car.
Get in the car.
Don't give me that,
you know who you are.
(Dave)
The answer is here,
isn't that far.
(rest)
isn't that far.
(All)
Get in the car.
(guitar solo)
(Dave)
You fill me...
(All)
with big emotion.
We'll jump in the back,
turn up the 8-track,
I got Billy Ocean.
Get in the car.
Get in the car.
Don't give me that,
you know who you are.
(Dave)
The answer is here,
isn't that far.
(rest)
isn't that far.
(All)
Get in the car!
Get in the car!
Get in the car!
Get in the car!
From the Liner:
(Dave-lead vocal, guitar; Jian-vocals, drums, percussion; Mike-vocals,
electric guitar; Murray - vocals, bass)

River Valley Lyrics By Moxy Fruvous

Who will save the river valley? That's my drinking water
This was once a sacred place, now look at what we've got here
I'll pretend there isn't any problem, just do my job
And, if I don't like the standard of living, go move to Russia...
Me an' Pete went swimming last night, he's my friend from boy scouts
All the fish were floating upright, we got scared and we got out
Mother says don't play down where your father does his job
You know he's got to make a living, or move to Russia...
(this is my world, this is my world, don't let it go away
is it a crime spending my time dreaming of yesterday?)
Meet me in the river valley, you could tell me stories
'Bout a time before pinstripe suits, Dippers, Grits and Tories
my mother sang the song her mother taught her
we'd be swimming off in cool cool water
and when she'd call us from the yard
running home it felt like god...
Is your favourite place controlled by developing ambitions?
Do you think you'll have some power signing a petition?
Are you fine with your surroundings? Are they gonna crumble?
I'm living in the river valley, come and join me for a tumble?
high up above, see on the cars along the viaduct
from sunrise to the last call - they push their luck
but that would be fine
if the world was yours and you were mine
Who will save the river valley?
Who will save the river valley?
Who will save the river valley?
Who will save the river valley?

Ash Hash Lyrics By Moxy Fruvous

(All)
Now, if all that ash used to be hash
What the heck time is it now?
Last thing I remember I was looking at my stash
Just before the late late show
Then we threw a couple movies in the VCR
And I remember driving Buddy home in the car
Well, we got not gas so we couldn't have got far...
What the heck time is it now?
(Jian)
Oh, my weary and aching head
(Murray)
You know, I gotta get some thinking done
(All)
I can't remember where I put the bed...
(Dave)
I ain't moved it since '71
(Jian)
I got a real funny feeling I'm about to fall down
I hope I find my way to the ground
I hate to spend the whole night floating around
In the condition I'm in.
(Dave)
First thing in the morning I'm giving myself a break
You kind of get an early warning when you're fingernails and eyelids
ache
Well, it might be closer to the afternoon
But the big point is, I'm gonna do it soon
(All)
There ain't nothing underneath this moon
Will ever make me toke another take!
..But what's that on the table?
Why, it looks like a little chunk
I bet old Petey dropped that there
He always was a drunk
Well, it looks so good just sitting there
I believe what I need is a bite of the hair
Doggone stuff is like a breath of fresh air
Think I'm gonna sell the farm (and buy more)
Think I'm gonna sell the farm (find the door)
Think I'm gonna sell the farm.

From the Liner:
With ultimate deference and respect to Mr. Snider, we've appropriated
and adopted
this song since first performing our version at a tribute to him in '94.
It has
recently been suggested that we cunningly utilize the live performance
of the piece
to regularly "score some boo". That hadn't occured to us.

Greatest Man In America (live) Lyrics By Moxy Fruvous

(Murray)
Ditto..
(Jian)
Ditto...
(Dave)
Ditto....
(Mike)
Ditto.....
(All)
Coming from Canada, we love those leaders who pesonify the US way to be,
There was JFK, and LBJ, and WKRP.
But of all of these there is not one to rival the greatest genius of
them all
He's a megalo with a healthy glow
He's the man called Rush Limbaugh.
(Mike)
He's a dose of P.T. Barnum
(Murray)
With a Mussolini twist.
(All)
There in the limosine, parked on the lawn,
He's a goofy Gengis Khan.
Not since Jesus Christ has the world seen someone
With such widely sindicated views
Hundreds of years from now they'll celebrate Rush-mas
And Rush-ashana for the Jews.
'Cause he'll pull the plug on femi-nazis, paranoid minorities and gays.
He's a burning bush with a network push,
Sure to start a country-wide blaze.
(Mike)
He taught me to love and praise Charlton Heston
(Murray)
Oliver North is quite a nice man too.
(All)
Forget Al and Tipper
Let's bring back the Gipper
And Joe McCarthy too!
(Mike)
I was a troubled soul, consumed by voices advocating special interest
groups and vice
'Till Rush rushed to my sweet rescue
Now I'll never ever hafta think twice.
(All)
Never ever hafta think twice...
(All)
So we'll sign a check for Limbaugh-ism
Restore the moral fundamental core
We'll cut the debt,
And start a Tet
Offensive on the poor.
It's a blitzkrieg in the making,
It's distinctly upper-class (well, not everybody!)
Yes sir I'll get the door
Roll the carpet on the floor
For a man...
For a man...
For a man...
Such a man...
For a man....
With his head up his-
Ditto!
Ditto!
Ditto!
Ditto!
(All)
Ask us the name the name of the King - It's Rush!
From the Liner:
1994- We wrote this tribute upon being unable to escape this mega-media
master on our
first US tour in early '94. His borderless omnipresence is underscored
by recent
cathode-ray incursions into Canada. Amen.
(As recorded on West Virginia Public
Radio's MOUNTAIN STAGE + distributed by P.R.I. Public Radio
International.
Radio recording produced by Larry Groce + Andy Ridenour; Associate
Producer,
Linda McSparin; Engineered by Francis Fisher, Jim Burrows + Dave
McClanahan. Special Thanks to Blue Plate Music.)

The Mary Ellen Carter Lyrics By Moxy Fruvous

originally performed by Stan Rogers
She went down last October in a pouring driving rain.
The skipper, he'd been drinking and the Mate, he felt no pain.
Too close to Three Mile Rock, and she was dealt her mortal blow,
And the Mary Ellen Carter settled low.
There were five of us aboard her when she finally was awash.
We'd worked like hell to save her, all heedless of the cost.
And the groan she gave as she went down, it caused us to proclaim
That the Mary Ellen Carter would rise again.
Well, the owners wrote her off; not a nickel would they spend.
She gave twenty years of service, boys, then met her sorry end.
But insurance paid the loss to them, they let her rest below.
Then they laughed at us and said we had to go.
But we talked of her all winter, some days around the clock,
For she's worth a quarter million, afloat and at the dock.
And with every jar that hit the bar, we swore we would remain
And make the Mary Ellen Carter rise again.
Rise again, rise again, that her name not be lost
To the knowledge of men.
Those who loved her best and were with her till the end
Will make the Mary Ellen Carter rise again.
All spring, now, we've been with her on a barge lent by a friend.
Three dives a day in hard hat suit and twice I've had the bends.
Thank God it's only sixty feet and the currents here are slow
Or I'd never have the strength to go below.
But we've patched her rents, stopped her vents, dogged hatch and
porthole down.
Put cables to her, 'fore and aft and birded her around.
Tomorrow, noon, we hit the air and then take up the strain.
And watch the Mary Ellen Carter Rise Again.
For we couldn't leave her there, you see, to crumble into scale.
She'd saved our lives so many times, living through the gale
And the laughing, drunken rats who left her to a sorry grave
They won't be laughing in another day. . .
And you, to whom adversity has dealt the final blow
With smiling bastards lying to you everywhere you go
Turn to, and put out all your strength of arm and heart and brain
And like the Mary Ellen Carter, rise again.
Rise again, rise again - though your heart it be broken
And life about to end
No matter what you've lost, be it a home, a love, a friend.
Like the Mary Ellen Carter, rise again.

King Of Spain Lyrics By Moxy Fruvous

Once I was the King of Spain (now I eat humble pie)
Oh... my unspeakable wife, Queen Lisa (now I eat humble pie)
I'm telling you I was the King of Spain (now I eat humble pie)
And now I work at the Pizza Pizza
Royalty, lord it looked good on me
Buried in silk in the royal boudoir or going nuclear free
Or playing Crokinole with the Princess of Monaco
Telling my jokes to the OPEC leaders, getting it all on video
Once I was the King of Spain (now I eat humble pie)
A palatial palace, that was my home (now I eat humble pie)
I'm telling you I was the King of Spain (now I eat humble pie)
And now I vacuum the turf at SkyDome (once he was the King of Spain)
I can't wait, I'm lowering interest rates, my people say:
"King, how are you such a genius?
There's a roof overhead and food on our plates!"
It's laisez-faire, I don't even give a care
Let's make Friday part of the weekend
And give every new baby a chocolate eclair
Once I was the King of Spain (now I eat humble pie)
Hey Clinton! Hey Yeltsin! Got problems? You phone me (now I eat humble pie)
I'm telling you I was the King of Spain (now I eat humble pie)
Now the Leafs call me up to drive the Zamboni (once he was the King of Spain)
Now some of you are probably wondering how I cam to be living in Canada
after being royalty in Spain. Should I tell them, guys?
Tell us, King!
You see late one night when the palace was asleep
Out of my royal chambers and into the garden I creep
And I wait till the appointed time, when the moon is lighting the pitch
At which point my peasant friend, who looks just like me
Arrives and we make a switch
Prince and pauper, junior and whopper
World made up of silver and copper
Out of my own volition, I took a change of position
So next time you drool in the pizza line
Remember, slower pizza's more luscious
The King of Spain never rushes!!!
Once I was the King of Spain (now I eat humble)
I was looking for off-handed ways to improve us (now I eat humble pie)
I'm telling you I was the King of Spain (now I eat humble pie)
And now I'm jamming with Moxy Fr
vous! (once he was the King of Spain)

Jenny Washington Lyrics By Moxy Fruvous

(Dave on lead)
It's ten-til-two and I've not a thing to do.
How can I get my picks of human zoo?
A daily treat full of lies and deceit.
My pleasure's begun with Jenny Washington.
Cause dad's from Mars and baby likes porno flicks.
Mom hates the blacks and junior's turning tricks.
There's therapy for my whole family
Each weekday at one on Jenny Washington.
(All)
Consistently number one, it's Jenny Washington
For three years in a row, the highest rated show
She's sexy and sensitive. She's showing us how we live.
Remember it's one for fun, Jenny Washington!
(Dave)
Sibling lust and doctors on angel dust.
Arsonist kids and crooks they couldn't bust.
Nazi teens they say it's in the genes.
There's plenty of fun in degradation.
A pleasure cruise on an ocean of hot issues.
Get people to fight and serve it up as news.
Talk is cheap except when it goes -BLEEP-.
The nun with the gun, Jenny Washington.
(All)
Cause it's the new number one, it's Jenny Washington.
She puts the "f" in fuss, she puts the "u" is us.
She's sexy and sensitive. She's showing us how we live.
Remember it's one for fun, Jenny Washington!
From the Liner:
(1996) "You people of Earth are Idiots" -Plan 9 from Outer
Space

Green Eggs And Ham Lyrics By Moxy Fruvous

Hey kids, listen up if you want to be sick
'Cause your dinner looks like something from a Cronenburg flick
Think twice before you cuss and shout "damn damn damn"
Let me tell you a story about green eggs and ham.
There was a little yellow man called Sam-I-Am
That's me!
I don't like you, Sam-I-Am
Well, that's fine, that's cool, I understand
But do you like green eggs and ham?
I don't like green eggs and ham
No, I don't like 'em, Sam-I-Am
Would you like them here or there?
I wouldn't like them anywhere
'Cause I do not like them, Sam-I-Am
No, I don't like green eggs and ham
Would you like them in a house? Would you like them with a mouse?
Maybe you can't hear, you got something in your ear?
No
I'm gonna make this perfectly clear
I would not like them in a house, I would not like them with a mouse
I would not like them here or there, I wouldn't like them anywhere
'Cause I do not like them, Sam-I-Am,
No, not for me, green eggs and ham
Would you like them if I served them to you in a box
Candlelight, wine and a bottle of scotch?
Yeah, some soft lighting, soft music, maybe some Fred Penner on the
blaster...
Not in a box with a fox or a house with a mouse
Stop bugging me, you louse!
I would not eat them, no, man, I don't like your green eggs and ham
Well, would you could you in a car, eat them, don't deny who you are
He's gonna like them, you're gonna see
You might like them up in a tree
No, not in a tree, not in a car, would you let me be
No fox no box no house no mouse, not here, there, or anywhere
'Cause you guessed it, I don't like green eggs and ham
I don't like 'em, Sam-I-Am
A train, a train, a train, a train! Would you, could you in a train
Or up in an aeroplane?
How 'bout in the dark? We could drive and park
We could listen to the crickets and the pit bulls bark
No, not in a plane, not in the dark, not on a train, not in a car, not up a
tree
'Cause I don't like 'em, Sam, see,
Not in a schoolhouse or a shoebox with a house-mouse or a red fox
Not here, there, and everywhere
Didn't even like the Beatles with their long, long hair.
Hey! You lay off the Beatles, buddy! ...
Well, you don't like green eggs and ham
Oh, Mr. Perception, Sam-I-Am
Well I know that you'd like 'em if you ate 'em with a goat!
I would not could not with a goat
Well would you could you on a boat
I would not could not on a boat
And I will not ever with a goat
I'm not interested in stuffing face in the rain, on a train, I should
introduce you to my friend pain
Not in the dark, not up a tree,
Not on your fine china with Earl Grey Tea
No boxes, foxes, houses, mouses, husbands and wives - no spouses!
Why you trying to make me eat that?
I don't like it, I wouldn't serve it to my cat
I said already, I don't like them, Sam-I-Am,
I do not like green eggs ham!
Mr. Cheese! You just think you don't like them, so you say
And he's beginning to remind me of Doris Day
You say you don't like this and you don't like that
Well you're starting to sound like a finicky cat
Just try them, try them, and you may find you like nothing better than
Two greenish eggs over easy in the fry-pan
And to accompany this fine taste we have Martian ham - pork from space!
Now Sam, if you get out of my face
I'll try that and puke all over the place (good!)
Nothing makes a crowd disperse more quick
Than a great big puddle of sick!
Say...say...not bad, green eggs and ham
I believe I like them, Sam-I-Am
And I'd eat them in a boat, with a billy goat,
I'd eat them in the rain in the dark on a train
In a car, up a tree, they're pretty good, you see
So I'd eat them in a box with a fox
I'd eat them in a house and with the house-mouse
I'd eat them here, I'd eat them there
I'd eat them in my Fruit-of-the-Loom underwear
I think you're ok, Sam-I-Am
Well, I wouldn't let you down, you stubborn old man!
Hey, we should share them, eh, we got enough
..Are you kidding? I don't eat that stuff!

Organ Grinder (hidden Track) Lyrics By Moxy Fruvous

(Jian)
There's a guy down at Queen & Bay (Hey Organ Grinder!)
Almost see him there every day (Hey Organ Grinder!)
And there's so much he can say (Hey Organ Grinder!)
And there's so much he can play (Hey Organ Grinder!)
No motor car, no home, no wife
But that don't mean he ain't got a life
Hey Organ Grinder!
(Murray)
He'll grind his way into young girl's hearts (Hey Organ Grinder!)
He'll grind so bad they're mince meat tarts (Hey Organ Grinder!)
He's very wise, he's very old (Hey Organ Grinder!)
He does his thing when it's very cold (Hey Organ Grinder!)
He hears them shouting again and again
Get that monkey on a big, big chain
Hey Organ Grinder!
(Dave)
Organ Grinder sent to jail (Hey Organ Grinder!)
He gets bags and bags of mail (Hey Organ Grinder!)
People from the world outside (Hey Organ Grinder!)
Just him and little Reece's by his side (Hey Organ Grinder!)
No music on the street today
Incarcerated, not OK!
Hey Organ Grinder!
(Mike)
Country music has it's charm (Hey Organ Grinder!)
Pretty eyes and fire alarms (Hey Organ Grinder!)
When Organ Grinder had a smoke (Hey Organ Grinder!)
Little Reece's fast awoke (Hey Organ Grinder!)
They burnt the whole place to the ground
Along with that new country sound
Hey Organ Grinder!
(Jian)
Organ Grinder at the door (Hey Organ Grinder!)
(Murray)
Won't say what he's looking for (Hey Organ Grinder!)
(Dave)
Sent his monkey round the back (Hey Organ Grinder!)
(Mike)
Gave my wife a heart attack (Hey Organ Grinder!)
Took her away and left me behind
It's not my organs he wants to grind!
Hey Organ Grinder!

Sahara Lyrics By Moxy Fruvous

(Mike on Lead)
Do you recall those days of Sahara?
Shade was our ecstasy.
Pride was strong, friends true,
as the day was long,
and night winds blew cool and free.
Our finest hours lived in the Sahara
many centuries ago.
Was it just last year?
Now there's no more good whiskey here.
Not a trace of hidey-ho.
I was never alone at the Sahara.
How they gathered to hear me speak,
they said my eyes held fire,
when the golden pyre burned to the ground,
the world unwound, left me here a freak.
(violin solo)
Bring back those days
of that blessed Sahara.
Oh, the sin, the sabotage.
We had no fears,
the band played for a thousand years,
or was it just a mirage?
or was it just a mirage?
(violin solo)
From the Liner:
(Jian-vocals, drums, dumbek, percussion; Mike-lead vocal, guitar;
Murray-bass, mandolin, talking drunk, electric guitar;
Danny Levin-strings)

Entropy Lyrics By Moxy Fruvous

Lyrics by Jack Micay
(Mike in a deep voice)
Galileo, Netwon, Watt, they were genuises all.
Without them we'd be freezing in the dark at the mall.
James Joule found total energy remains the same
(Murray)
No matter what it's form.
(Mike)
That's why it carries his name.
(Mike)
A chemical, electrical, potential and heat,
Radiant, kinetic, ooh the list is incomplete.
They're always changing back and forth
It's really quite a blur
(Murray)
oh, how could he?
(Mike)
I've forgotten nuclear!
(All)
Ride a barrel down the falls
Then cook spaghetti with meatballs.
Really make your friends amazed.
Nuke it with some gamma rays.
Fly to Venus in a rocket.
Put your finger in a socket.
You may suffer from exhaust,
But none of that energy is ever really lost.
(Mike)
Then why can't we make a clean machine that moves perpetually?
Cause there's another law with which all energy must agree.
Whenever it changes form, it loses quality (in other words...)
Damn that rising entropy!
(Dave)
It's entropy you see that turns finess into mess
A palace to a pig-stye why it's simply scandalous!
Energy once neat degenerates into waste heat (We must repeat.)
Because of entropy.
From the Liner:
1993- A lot more exciting than it's sister song, Inertia. The band
is very
committed to heightening awareness around this issue.

Lee Lyrics By Moxy Fruvous

(Dave on lead)
Only just we two
blood in my veins
the shadow of you
Perfect as frost
on the flowers
How a country recalls
day always breaks
night always falls
Rotten fruit and bending trees
rocketships and our disease
So come with me up to the balcony
and we'll fall like paper planes
In the morning the paper will say
"Lovers fly away"
Even alone I'm your fool
I can't keep my word
the edge of the pool
Red rushing sound
in my ears
as the candles burn down
one lights the way
one disappears
Tiny portraits smashed on the floor
I can't kneel at your bed anymore
So, come with me up to the balcony
and we'll fall like paper planes
In the morning the paper will say
"Lovers fly away"
Lovers Fly Away
From the Liner:
(Dave-lead vocal, piano; Jian-vocals; Mike-vocals; Murray-vocals; Danny
Levin-strings)

Darlington Darling Lyrics By Moxy Fruvous

Down the line, comin' down the line a V6 Merc in blue
Without the sparks or distributer caps, I'll slap them on as it rides through
8 to 4 on the assembly floor watchin' V6 Mercs slide through
I can drive and she can drive, but this car's made for you
CHORUS: I'd like to buy her one
(where ya gonna get the money son)
I'd like to buy her two
(but you'll never find the right bijou)
I'd like to buy her three
(but you're working in a factory
And I'd like to buy her more
Than this blue collar can afford
Down the line, Chipper down the line's got a cottage up on Scugogg
Last Christmas bash he spent all his cash plyin' Mr. Bewdley with eggnog
He got the raise and from what he says he'll have that love nest paid off soon
I got the keys, but my girlfriend, she's not getting off till Sunday noon
CHORUS
In Darlington lies my darling one - she fills my thoughts each day
Half a mile from the cooling towers, I sure hope that she's okay
CHORUS

Gulf War Song Lyrics By Moxy Fruvous

We got a call to write a song about the war in the Gulf
But we shouldn't hurt anyone's feelings
So we tried, then gave up, 'cause there was no such song
But the trying was very revealing
What makes a person so poisonous righteous
That they'd think less of anyone who just disagrees?
She's just a pacifist, he's just a patriot
If I said you were crazy, would you have to fight me?
Fighters for Liberty, fighters for Power
Fighters for longer turns in the shower
Don't tell me I can't fight, 'cause I'll punch out your lights
And history seems to agree that I would fight you for me
So we read and we watched all the 'specially selected news
And we learned so much more 'bout the good guys
Won't you stand by the flag? Was the question unasked
Won't you join in and fight with the allies?
What could we say, we're only 25 years old?
With 25 sweet summers and hot fires in the cold
That kind of life makes that violence unthinkable
We'd like to play hockey, have kids and grow old
Fighters for Texaco, fighters for Power
Fighters for longer turns in the shower
Don't tell me I can't fight 'cause I'll punch out your lights
And history seems to agree that I would fight you for me
That us would fight them for we
He's just a peacenik and she's just a warhawk
That's where the beach was, that's where the sea
What could we say... we're only 25 years old?
And history seems to agree that I would fight you for me
That us would fight them for we
Is that how it always will be?

Laika Lyrics By Moxy Fruvous

When I was 3, my mother said to me
Eat up your greens and say your grave
While on TV they put a dog in space
And left here there... you should've seen her face
When I was 5, the dream was still alive
And Walter Cronkite said: "One day we'll earn our daily bread
Conducting things in outer space"
But still on earth I thrive... and you pretend I'm not alive
And walk by with my substitute
While I fasten the oxygen valve on my space suit
When I was 8, we shared a cloakrack - it was great
And I pretended I had so much on my plate
I had a speech to write, about moonshot trajectory
And during phonics class, perfected my delivery
Now the band's playing "Hail to the Chief"
While my capsule's out floating by some tropical reef
all the experts can agree on, regarding your motives
in the cape canaveral crash... is that they know nothing
it puzzles me so...
Now I'm full grown, and I've a spacecraft of my own
But there you sit, still upon your Earthly throne
Hey darling, throw this 'space-pup' a bone
Don't touch that dial, don't hang up that phone

It's Too Cold Lyrics By Moxy Fruvous

You're the last of a breed and it's begining to stink
So you take to the clouds with your bible and drink
The proclaimation was made, the proclaimation was felt
There's a new notch in your belt
Very carefully you've protected your house
Now there's no getting out
It's too cold
It's too late
It's too far
There's a lovely house on a lovely street
There's a burning star but it's giving no heat
To the sting that was felt on the back of your hand
Now someone's lost command
Very secretly you've infected your house
Now there's no getting out
It's too cold
It's too late
It's too far

Early Morning Rain Lyrics By Moxy Fruvous

Originally done by Gordon Lightfoot
In the early morning rain
With a dollar in my hand
With an aching in my heart
And my pockets full of sand
I'm a long, long way from home
And I miss my loved ones so
In the early morning rain
With no place to go.
Out on runway number nine
Big 707 set to go
But I'm stuck here in the grass
Where the cold winds blow
Well the liquor tasted good
And the women all were fast
There she goes, my friend
She's rolling down at last
Hear the mighty engine roar
Speed the silver bird on high
She's away and westward bound
Out among the clouds she'll fly
Where the morning rain don't fall
And the sun always shines
She'll be flying o'er my home
In about three hours time
This old airport's got me down
It's no earthly good to me
'Cause I'm stuck here on the ground
Cold and drunk as I could be
You can't jump a jet plane
Like you can a freight train
So I'd best be on my way
In the early morning rain
You can't jump a jet plane
Like you can a freight train
So I'd best be on my way
In the early morning rain.

I Love My Boss Lyrics By Moxy Fruvous

(Jian on lead)
He can't stand a loss
He's always cross
His name is Ross... my [boss]
I love my boss
I love my boss
He isn't full of fluff and gloss
He gives me work and many chores to do
My model, like Ben Cartwright to Hoss
And though he pays me minimum wage
It's all I deserve at this stage
Some union hack said I should ask for more
I answered with suitable rage
I love my boss
I love my boss
I love my boss
I love my boss
One day I came to work too late
I'd had a Frvous luncheon date
My boss he summoned me to speak with him
I sweated, awaiting my fate
He said "you're done!"
He chased me two blocks with a gun
But my dear boss let me apologize
In hindsite, there wasn't a gun.
(Mike)
He's going out now with my sister
They go real heavy on the sauce
I'd like to tell him watch out mister
But he's the boss
My friends they say that I am clinging
Ask why I'm carrying this cross
Who knows what club-med will be bringing
From dear old boss
(spoken by Jian)
Examples
(All)
Bosses through the ages prove
They're the ones who make it move
Bewitched would have an empty plate
If it weren't for Larry Tate
Clark Kent reached the highest height
With the help of Perry White
And if we may be retrograde
Speak the name Reuben Kincaid
(Jian)
Now the other workers all say "Wow!"
When I roll over and I shake a paw
My boss is my brother-in-law
(All)
I love my boss
I love my boss
I love my boss
I love my boss
From the Liner:
1990- Whistle while you work.

Kick In The Ass Lyrics By Moxy Fruvous

(Murray, then rest)
Kick in the ass.
Kick in the ass.
Kick in the ass, it's coming.
Kick in the ass, it's coming.
(repeats)
(All)
That guy who's stealing my parking space
(Murray)
He gets a
(All)
kick in the ass.
(Murray)
A great big
(All)
kick in the ass.
(All)
That baggage handler playing with my suitcase
(Murray)
He'll get a
(All)
kick in the ass.
(Murray)
It's comin',
(All)
kick in the ass.
(Mike)
People telemarketing,
calling during supper.
(All)
They should come visit and
show me their face.
(Murray)
And get a
(All)
kick in the ass.
(Murray)
A great big
(All)
kick in the ass.
(All)
A Kick in the ass.
(Murray)
It's coming.
(All)
Kick in the ass.
(All)
Someone's complaining that they
got no hors d'oeuvres.
(Murray)
They'll get a
(All)
kick in the ass.
(Murray)
A great big
(All)
kick in the ass.
(Mike)
That guy!
(All)
That guy who wrote that book
about the bell curve.
(Murray)
My hardest
(All)
kick in the ass.
(Murray)
It's comin'
(All)
kick in the ass.
(Mike)
Jugs of milk left in the fridge,
with only drops remaining.
(All)
I find who did it,
they'll get what they deserve.
(Dave)
(get what they deserve)
(Murray)
A great big
(All)
kick in the ass.
(Murray)
That's right, a
(All)
kick in the ass.
(vocal "kick in the ass, it's comin'" solo)
(All)
I dole out justice with the
tip of my boot.
(Dave)
I'll kick ya!
(All)
kick in the ass.
(Murray)
It's comin'
(All)
kick in the ass. (Jian ??)
(All)
It's got a logic
that you just can't refute.
(Dave)
You just can't refute good
(Murray)
Commander
(All)
kick in the ass.
(Murray)
The king of
(All)
kick in the ass.
(Mike)
A trail of aching derriטre
next time they'll be more thoughtful.
(All)
They'll hunt me down and
stop my fun at the root.
(Murray)
I'll get a
(All)
Kick in the ass.
(Murray)
Full circle
(All)
Kick in the ass.
(Murray)
Enormous
(All)
Kick in the ass.
(Murray)
Gigantic
(All)
Kick in the ass.
Dooo...
From the Liner:
(Dave-vocals; Jian-vocals, drums; Mike-lead vocal; Murray-vocals)

La Complainte Du Phoque En Alaska (french) Lyrics By Moxy Fruvous

by Beau Dommages
Cre-moe, cre-moe pas,
Quelque part en alaska
Y'a un phoque qui s'ennuie en maudit
Sa blonde est partie
Gagner sa vie
Dans un cirque aux Etats-Unis
Quand le phoque est tout seul
Y r'garde le soleil
Qui descend doucement sure le glacee
Y pense au Etats en pleurant tout bas
C'est comme ca quand ta blond t'a lachee
Ca vaut pas la peine de laisser ceux qu'on aime
Pour aller faire tourner des ballons sur son nez
Ca faire rire les enfants, ca dure jamais longtemps
Ca fail plus rire personne quand les enfants sont grands
Quand le phoque s'ennuie,
Y r'garde son poil qui brille
Comme les rues d'New York apres la pluie
Il reve a Chicago
Puis a Marilyn Monroe
Il voudrait voir sa blonde faire son show
C'est rien qu'un histoire
On peut pas m'en faire accoire
Mes des fois j'ai l'impression que c'est moe
Qu'y est assis sur la glace
Les deux mains dans la face
Mon amour est partie pis j'm'ennuie.
Ca vaut pas la peine de laisser ceux qu'on aime
Pour aller faire tourner des ballons sur son nez
Ca faire rire les enfants, ca dure jamais longtemps
Ca fait plus rire personne quand les enfants sont grands.

Lazlo's Career Lyrics By Moxy Fruvous

(Jian)
Everyone has a groovy time with Lazlo.
He speaks poetry and brings us cheer.
(All)
We have lots of friends back in Ontario.
But right now, there is no better place than here
for Lazlo's career.
(Jian)
Take some time to change your mind,
this is the place that you will find.
(All)
The cat is fat, the cat is fat,
the cat is fat, the cat is fat.
(Jian)
Take some time, expand your mind,
do what he'd do, to be happy.
(All)
Are you happy,
(Jian)
on your own?
Don't go home.
(All)
Everyone has a groovy time with Lazlo.
We know the effervesence will be near.
We have lots of friends back in Ontario.
But right now, there is no better place than here
for Lazlo's career.
(guitar solo)
Lazlo's career
(Jian)
Take some time to change your mind,
cause this is the place that you will find.
(All)
You won't go back, it's where it's at,
you gotta pat the man, the hat, and that's a fact.
(Jian)
Take your time, expand your mind,
do what he'd do, to be happy.
(All)
Are you happy,
(Jian)
on your own?
Don't go home.
(All)
Everyone has a groovy time with Lazlo.
He speaks poetry and brings us cheer.
We have lots of friends back in Ontario.
But right now, there is no better place than here
for Lazlo's career.
Lazlo's career.
Lazlo's career.
Lazlo's career.
(fade out)
From the Liner:
(Dave-vocals, electric guitar, moog; Jian-lead vocal, drums, piano;
Mike-vocals, guitar; Murray-vocals, bass)