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.)