Some Philharmonic

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released June 20, 1983

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Track Name: Motherfucker
Motherfucka, etc.

Father, mom, mammy, mama, father, daddy, pop, papa
Motherfucka (motherfucka)
Party pop, booty pusher, dagnabbit, party pooper
Motherfucka (motherfucka)
Toss it up, party boss, filibust, powerpop
Motherfucka (motherfucka)
Put 'em up, push 'em 'round, lock 'em up, beat 'em down
Motherfucka
(Your mommy!)

Great big traffic
Capital J A M.
Take me to the party, motherfucka
Take me to the party,
Let me see the man
Motherfucka, motherfucka.
Let me see the man
Show him who I am
Motherfucka

Do you wanna partay?
Do you wanna wanna partay__?
Do you wanna, do you wanna partay?
Do you wanna partay?

(Do you wanna partay?)
Open the door, pull up a chair, and have a drug
(Do you wanna wanna partay__?)
Dance all night, and puke on the rug
(Do you wanna, do you wanna partay?)
Tell me whatcha gonna do,
I wouldn't wonder if I knew
Answer what I've askin' you
(Do you wanna partay?)

Great big buidling,
Take me to the top
I've got an appointment, motherfucka
I've got an appointment
And this is my stop
Motherfucka, motherfucka
I said, this is my stop
And you better let me off
motherfucka, motherfucka.

(Do you wanna partay?)
Or do you wanna sit by yourself?
(Do you wanna wanna partay__?)
Or do you want anarchy?
(Do you wanna, do you wanna partay?)
Or do you wanna write letters?
(Do you wanna partay?)

(Do you wanna partay?)
Or renounce ideology?
(Do you wanna wanna partay__?)
Hang out?
(Do you wanna, do you wanna partay?)
Maintain your independence and sobriety?
(Do you wanna partay?)

Oh, I ain't waitin' in this lobby
So let me in this party, motherfucka
Let me in this party
I got to see somebody
Motherfucka, motherfucka
Tell him there's a party to see you
and he's waitin' in the lobby
Motherfucka. Ok, motherfucka!

(Mommy, I have to go potty!, etc.)

Do you wanna partay?
Do you wanna wanna partay__?
Do you wanna, do you wanna partay?
Do you wanna partay?

(Do you wanna partay?)
Open the door, hands in the air, face to the wall.
(Do you wanna wanna partay__?)
Give us the names of your friends.
(Do you wanna, do you wanna partay?)
Tell me whatcha gonna do,
I wouldn't wonder if I knew
Answer what I've askin' you
(Do you wanna partay?)

Do you wanna party?
Do you wanna wanna party__?
Do you wanna, do you wanna party?
Do you wanna party?

Motherfucka!, etc.
Your mommy!
Track Name: White Noise/Black Noise
White people want white noise
Black people want black noise
We'll take any noise we can get our ears on

Some people want some noise
Most people want some noise
Some people listen, some people leave it
and some people turn it away

I gotta sound that I found that I wanna get around
But there's ticks in my mix that I need to fix
And the bunk in my funk that I never thunk
Got a hunch its a bunch and it give me the crunch

But if you listen to the clock, dickery dock
Gonna make the clock tick, gonna make it tick tock
And if you get up an move, move to the groove
It will only improve and prove that you've

Given me white noise
Given me black noise
Given me white boys
Playing like black boys, etc.

Some people got rhythm
Some people got timbre
Some people got hot dog
Some people got hamburger

Some people like classics
Some people like standards
Some people like spicy
Some people like blander

White noise
People like black noise
People like white boys
Playing like black boys

People like white noise
People like black noise
People like white boys
Playing like black boys, etc.

Whatcha gonna do to find out the time
when you meet them on the street?
Whatcha gonna do to to try to get across
that you're talkin' 'bout somethin' to eat?
Whatcha gonna do when you get up to dance
to figure whatcha gonna do witcho feet?
Whatcha gonna do when it's only them around
and you need somebody to meet?

Whatcha gonna do when you're tappin' out the time
to keep from keepin' a predictable beat?
Whatcha gonna do at the end of the song
to tell 'em if you're gonna take the repeat?
Whatcha gonna do when you're shufflin' the cards
to make sure nobody cheat?
Whatcha gonna do when you can't stand the kitchen,
but you don't wanna get out of the heat?

Gimme some white noise
Gimme some black noise
Gimme some white boys
Playing like black boys, etc.

The world is black, the world is white
Together we learn how to play the piano, etc.

Okay, everybody, shake hands
Okay, everybody, eat breakfast
Okay, everybody, go to the bathroom
Okay, everybody, live in a neighborhood
Okay, everybody, make some money
Okay, everybody, spend it
Okay, everybody, have a conversation
Okay, everybody, etc.

Excuse me, Carmen, would you like that on white or wheat toast?
Some bitch comes up off the street asks me if I wants some white or wheat, doesn't know what color of bread she wants. I don't see what difference it makes, personally. I don't see what difference it makes.

White people want white noise
Black people want black noise
We'll take any noise we can get our ears on

Some people want some noise
Most people want some noise
Some people listen, some people leave it
and some people turn it away

Gimme some white noise
Gimme some black noise
Gimme some white boys
Playing like black boys, etc.
Track Name: Spontaneous Generation
While some folks were having a me generation
We went and had ourselves a we generation
Some said degeneration,
It was THE generation
Of the Twentieth Century

The folks from the Cokes and Pepsi generation
Kept singin' bout my my my g- gee generation
But the we generation is the regeneration
Of the Twentieth Century.

Now a generation is a bunch of people
All born at the same time
But our generation is a big generation
We were all born at some point or another.

Before they began to discuss generation
We had ourselves a spontaneous generation
And the us generation was thus generation
Of the Twentieth Century.

This generation went to market
And this generation stayed home
And this generation had roast beef
And this generation had none
And this generation went we we we all the way home
Well, an you beat that?
No
I said, can you beat that?
I don't think so.

People talk about a blank generation
Puttin' money in the bank generation
Puttin' gas in the tank generation
Hoochie coo and hanky pank generation

People talk about a generation gap
When people talk, the generation rap
When people tip, the generation trap
That's when people trip into the generation trap

While people still talk about the past generation
And livin' life in the fast generation
There's a vast generation,
It's the last generation of the Twentieth Century.

'Cause while some folks were having a me generation
We went and had ourselves a we generation
Some said degeneration,
It was THE generation
Of the Twentieth Century
Of the Twentieth Century

La la la la, etc.

I don't care how old you are,
but you gotta get up in the mornin'.
I don't care how old you are,
but you polly wolly doodle all the day.

(The decadence of the decade
The decadence of the decade age.)
Track Name: Rhythm Dance
Stealin', stompin', stoopin', steppin' on the floor.
Readin', writin', rhythmatickin' rhythm back for more.
Crackerjackin' whippersnappin', leave 'em laughin',
what's been happen'in'?
People like it, people like it.
People like to dance
People want some fun
People be themselves
People be someone.

Tippin', toein', stoppin', goin' all the way
Eenie, weenie, meenie, miney, moein' whatcha say
M I S S I S S I S S I S S I P P
People like it, people like it.
People like to move
People move to sound
Sound they understand
People stand around.

Listen and dance to it
Rhythm romance to it
Isn't a stance to it
Just tonight to learn the rhythm
Rhythm and dance music
Fission and chance music
Now tonight while you've got the chance
To discover
Now that you listen

Sizzle and dance rhythm
It'll enhance rhythm
Whistle the chance rhythm
Leave tonight to think it over
With 'em is dance rhythm
Rhythm romance rhythm
Now tonight while you've got the chance
To discover

And if you're heart beats too loud
Girl, remember it's only the well of your being.

We go sailing down the rhythm of the room
Stealin', stompin', stoopin' steppin, sweepin' witcho broom
Tockin', tickin', funky chicken, easy pickin', finger-lickin'
People like it, people like it.

Sizzle and dance rhythm
It'll enhance rhythm
Whistle the chance rhythm
Leave tonight to think it over
With 'em is dance rhythm
Rhythm romance rhythm
Now tonight while you've got the chance
To discover
Now that you

Listen and dance to it
Rhythm romance to it
Isn't a stance to it
Just tonight to learn the rhythm
Rhythm and dance music
Fission and chance music
Now tonight while you've got the chance
To discover
Now that you listen
Track Name: Now We're Gonna Hear the President Talk
God made everything
He made everyone stop talking when they got too loud
Tickled their tongue when they got too proud

God does everything you need
He makes the trees go up and down
Who makes the seasons ring?
Just by waving his hands
Everything goes the way He wants
Just the way He plans

The President he's just a man
Plenty of food and plenty of phones
Maybe there be a nuclear war
He should know
I guess you had to be there

The telephone rings so much you don't need anything more
God has everything -- the whole world -- in His hands

It's a complicated situation
Rankles experts
Bamboozles authorities

The President is just a man and everybody else is just a man
And God has everything, the whole world -- in His hands

Now we're gonna hear the President talk
Clap your hands

Except God does everything,
He does everything the President say
Works by night and cleans by day
Maybe there be a nuclear war
Now we're gonna hear the President talk
He say:

(Say it!)
(Say it again!)
(Spell it!)

Maybe there be a nuclear war__
Some people just won't have
Gotta make a fuss about it, convince everybody else,
and force all the others.
Otherwise God wouldn't have made everything
(He's so nice!)

Now we're gonna hear the President
California to New York
He is talkin' doves and eagles now
He is thinkin' like a hawk
He is thinkin' Marx and Engels
And he is thinkin' nineteen forty one
Now we're gonna hear him talk

Now we're gonna hear the President talk
Don't listen what he says
He's forgot his fake book lyrics
Hey, take a tip from Mr. Les
He is talking without listening
He is seeing, not beholding
The President is not the Pres.

Now we're gonna see the President stumble
to show he's not blind
Don't know what he's getting into
He just don't want to get behind
If he goes, we won't go with him
And if we talks and we don't listen,
the President will change his mind.
Track Name: Fun People to be Around
We're gonna have a real good time
At the station
At the station

We're gonna have a real good time
In the morning
In the morning

We're gonna sit 'n' watch the trains
Watch them roll in
Watch them roll away

Everybody's gonna sing and dance
'Cause we're wide awake
'Cause we're wide awake
Track Name: Always with the Wrong Trombone
BARKER: The iceman cometh,
and the bandleader, take it away.
MR. PEP: So you wanna be in pictures, that's okay.
BARKER: That's old hat.
MR. PEP:That's old hat?
BARKER: That's old hat.
MR. PEP:That's old hat.
BARKER: That's okay.
MR. PEP:That's old hat.
BARKER: That's okay that's old hat.
MR. PEP:That's old hat!
BARKER: That's sold out. That one's okay.
DIRECTOR: Lights, camera, action!
MISS DISCREET: It's a learning experience you'll never forget.
STEVE: Always with the wrong trombone!
ALL: Not now, Steve!
DRUNK: In the pool, martini -- balancing martinis in his hand.
LEADING MAN & BARKER: He knows his stuff/his nose is stuffed.
DIRECTOR: Down the hatch!
DRUNK: Martini beverage in his mouth.
DIRECTOR: Mud in your eye.
DRUNK: Liquid inside out.
BARKER: That's okay.
MR. PEP: Brown-baggin' it
LEADING MAN: Bound and gaggin' it.
DIRECTOR: Hit the deck.

MR. CREDIT: All the white guys who want to be black guys.
ALL: Always with the wrong trombone.
MISS DISCREET: Everything that smells bad, smells bad the same.
MISS DISCREET & LEADING MAN: Everything that smells bad, smells bad the same. etc.
DOG LOVER: I love dogs, I love dogs not, I love dogs, I love dogs not, etc.
ALL: Everything that smells bad, smells bad the same.

LEADING MAN: Oh, I saved MY part of the world. What happened to YOU guys? I was doin' my bit, pluggin' away. What happened to YOU?
MR. CREDIT: All the white guys who ain't never gonna be black guys. You either ARE the twentieth century or you IS the twentieth century. Hash it or re-hash it.

MR. PEP: I'm its greatest spokesman, its mildest critic, its mentor.
MISS DISCREET: And when everybody's dressed to beat the bandwagon.
BARKER: And the bandwagoneer, take 'em away.

MR. CREDIT: All the white guys who used to be black guys...
BARKER: That's sold out.
ALL: Swing that nasty trombone.
DIRECTOR: Whose band are we in anyway?
STEVE: The count can't count.
MR. PEP: You don't say.
MISS DISCREET: We're talkin' eggheads and coconut shells.

MISS DISCREET & DIRECTOR: He's got a way with words, but he won't get away this time.
STEVE: Always with the wrong trombone.
ALL: Not now, Steve.
LEADING MAN: Later.
MR. PEP: Oh... Shiver me timbres.

LEADING MAN: Save ME some. I saved my part, where were YOU guys?
DIRECTOR: Okay, take it from measure 49 and get it right this time.
LEADING MAN: I don't know much about the '50s. History forgets itself. Even children get older. Don't know much about biology. History forgives itself. Even children get older. Shirley Temple, Tom Collins, Mickey Finn...? Tennis, anyhow?
Track Name: House
There is a house in New Orleans they call the Rising Sun
It's been the ruin of many a poor girl
And, God, I know I'm one

Way down in New Orleans
Makin' way for men of means
Singin' blues and eatin' greens
Way down in New Orleans

My mother was a gambler
She sewed my pockets shut
My father was a family man
He was a you-know-what

The walls had eyes
The windows gave
The porch had a disease
The dust was dark
The girls were pale
Some jazz hung in the breeze.

It takes a heap of living in your house to make it home
It takes a family man to sing a family song
So, mothers, tell your children to do what she has done
Let 'em live in a house by the side of the road
and be a friend to man

Home is where your house is
Way down south where south is
Money where your mouth is
Way down yonder down in New Orleans
Track Name: People Do It
People do it
When they're having sex, etc.

He puts his penis in her vagina
She puts her vagina around his penis, etc.

Then they dance, etc.
Track Name: Bonus Track: Invocation to the Dance
Gotta get down, gotta get down, etc.
Get up off your seat
Get up on your feet
Get off on the beat
You got to get up if you want to get down, etc.

Everybody's dancin', time to celebrate
People gettin' high, we're gonna rollerskate
Get on down, get off your feet and start to shake
If I knew you were comin', i'd'a baked a cake

Listen to the music and you start to groove
Everybody's dancin', we are on the move
Ain't nobody sleepy here, we're wide awake
If I knew you were comin', I'd'a baked a cake

Keep your feet a-movin' till you reach the top
Keep your feet a-movin' till they beg to stop
Keep your feet a-movin' till they almost break
If I knew you were comin', I'd'a baked a cake

Everybody's dancin', time to kick those feet
People gettin' down, they gonna meet the beat
Guys are on the prowl and girls are on the make
If I knew you were comin', I'd'a baked a cake

People gonna dance until their body's sore
Everybody knows it's a metaphor
We all gettin' down for heaven's sake
If I knew you were --
Track Name: Bonus Track: Arabs
Arabs
We're Arabs in carriages
Carriages of Arabs
We collect the tariffs
We prepare the spare ribs
Swingin' low, sweet chariot
Swingin' like the cherubs

Caravans of harems
Harems in mascara
Harems on an exodus
Harems in hejira
Carried on a pilgramage
Crossing the Sahara

Mecca, our Jerusalem
Mecca, our Paris
A million pairs of bare feet
scale the staircase to the terrace
A million stares behold thee,
And, lo, none can embarrass
Track Name: Bonus Track: Broom
ELMA: Guess what?
STEVE: I can't guess what.
ELMA: Well, guess again!
STEVE: Oh, this ain't any fun.
ELMA: Guess what?
STEVE: I don't know. I give up. What?

ELMA:What's the beat, that's so sweet,
gonna sweep you off your feet?
What's the beat?
STEVE: I don't know. I give up.
ELMA: What's the song that the throng
has just got to sing along?
What's the song?
STEVE: I don't know. I give up.
ELMA: What's the noise?
STEVE: I don't know!
ELMA: What's the noise that I enjoys?
What's the noise?

ELMA: It's the boom
STEVE: It's the boom
ELMA: It's the boom
STEVE: Boom
BOTH: Of the broom
ELMA: It's the boom
STEVE: It's the boom
BOTH: It's the boom of the broom
It's the boom boom boom boom boom of the broom

STEVE: Say what?
ELMA: I told you what!
STEVE: Say it again.
ELMA: Oh, this ain't any fun.
STEVE: Say!
ELMA: Okay, okay!
STEVE: Tell me again, tell me again!

ALL: You got yo broom
Ya gotta use it
So sweep it
Keep it clean
If ya know what I mean

ELMA: It's the boom
ALL: Boom
ELMA: Of the broom
ALL: Broom
ELMA: It's the
ALL: Boom
ELMA: boom of the
ALL: Broom
ELMA: Broom
It's the
ALL: Boom
ELMA: Of the
ALL: Broom

BGD: Ya know what?
ELMA: No, what?
BGD: So what?
ELMA: Well, what do ya mean, "so what"?

ALL: it the boom of the broom, etc.

BGD: Guess what?
ELMA: That's what!
Track Name: Bonus Track: I Wasn't Born
I wasn't born to live this way
I wasn't born to act my age
I wasn't born for former years
I wasn't born to live this way

Wasn't born to drag your feet
Wasn't born to drag the beat
Wasn't born for cat drug in
Wasn't born to live this way

I wasn't born to stand in line
I wasn't born to cut in line
I wasn't born to leave the line
I wasn't born to live this way

I wasn't born to feel like that
I wasn't born to feel like this
I wasn't born to wasn't born
I wasn't born to live this way

I wasn't born to live this way
I wasn't born to live
I wasn't born to
I wasn't born

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