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Five Years Old Loudon Wainwright III birthday, birthday girl I'm sorry I can't be there for that party, birthday girl But pin the tail upon the donkey in that party dress Balloons, and cake, 2 kinds of ice cream I guess you'll be a mess Five The Picture Loudon Wainwright III There are pictures on the piano, pictures of the family, Mostly my kids but there's an old Picture of you and me. What Gives Loudon Wainwright III Paul & George & Ringo, just a fraction of the Fab Four Some still survive from Dave Clark's Five Washed up on the Mersey Shore Jerry has a pacemaker The hermit's name is Herman That old man's Manfred Mann The Shit Song Loudon Wainwright III When I run into friends of mine I haven`t seen in years They give me the once over then their eyes well up with tears Then they pronounce me looking great I haven`t changed a bit I flash `em back a feeble Career Moves Loudon Wainwright III "For twenty odd years I have strummed on guitars Five thousand lost flat picks, four fingertip scars I must have broken a million g strings Picking and strumming, and playing these things Banging and tunin Happy Birthday Elvis Loudon Wainwright III Happy birthday, Elvis; Fifty-eight years old today. It isn't true, you didn't die, No matter what they say. The Acid Song Loudon Wainwright III I had not taken acid for twelve years, But one night last summer I did. I was adrift in a bar room, Acting like a jerk and a kid. I knew we were asking for trouble, Trouble was what we would get. The Man Who Couldn't Cry (Album Version) Loudon Wainwright III There once was a man who just couldn't cry He hadn't cried for years and for years Napalmed babies and the movie love story For instance could not produce tears As a child he had cried as all children Primrose Hill Loudon Wainwright III Living on the side Of Primrose Hill Drinking cans of Tennants Just can't seem to get my fill Got a beat up guitar And a dirty old sleeping bag And this mangy dog Whose tail don't wag Sun's been shining Muse Blues (Album Version) Loudon Wainwright III pencil These, these, these are the words that I did put down I’m a dud-fire cracker, I ain’t got any fuse I ain’t got no inspiration since I lost my muse I’m a table with two legs, I’m a spider with five The World Loudon Wainwright III Oh the world is a terrible place Look at the look on your face It says it all This world's appalling And we ache for outer space 'Cause the world is a terrible place And the world is a crappy old hole Unhappy Anniversary Loudon Wainwright III split I walk and talk and get around Lie down, stand up, and sit I eat and drink and smoke and sing and Live a little bit Unhappy Anniversary It's one year since we split Unhappy Anniversary It's ten years Inaugural Blues Loudon Wainwright III Talkin' 'bout my generation People try to put us down But they weren't people, just our parents Now they're old or not around Bill and Hill are our first couple Student prez, homecoming queen Tipper's Y2k Loudon Wainwright III A bunch of nerdy brainy guys a long way back Invented a crazy little thing they called the Univac For years now, they've been upgrading that thing It can walk & talk & count & think & it can even sing The Man Who Couldn'T Cry Loudon Wainwright III There once was a man who just couldn't cry He hadn't cried for years & for years Napalmed babies & the movie 'Love Story', For Conspiracies Loudon Wainwright III But we don't let the kids know it We're parents, who are grown ups There's a line we have to toe it But we're part of a conspiracy About this bearded big fat guy Who isn't real, who never lived Who's old The Home Stretch Loudon Wainwright III is living in a city Thousands of miles away That is full of young male models Not all of whom are gay In the meanwhile you`ve stopped writing songs There`s nothing left to say You`d like to get your old Over The Hill Loudon Wainwright III Once you were a young man, But now you are old - you're over the hill. And you can't cross the palm of time's hand With silver and gold to make him stand still. Tip That Waitress Loudon Wainwright III longer would be wrong And people get by, she'll get along But I think she gets off when I come on strong So tip that waitress Tip that waitress, she's been waiting on you Skip the small change slap down a five So Damn Happy Loudon Wainwright III But it's true and it's beyond belief What I feel is sheer relief I may regret the day I met her And the worst thing is it's so much better It's comic that it's all so tragic It's that hum-drum novel old A Song Loudon Wainwright III Here's a song For someone else to sing With a universal And generic ring It's all about the same old stuff That you like and can't get enough of How's about a minor chord right here Wasn't that rather Cobwebs Loudon Wainwright III was the saddest sound I ever have heard Cobwebs Cobwebs Cobwebs I suppose you could blame it on my generation Chickens from the 60s finally comin into roost I've been sayin it myself for over thirty years T.S.M.N.W.A. Loudon Wainwright III Wainwright has two w's They get that one wrong and I get the blues That old grammar school try 's Not good enough guys Wainwright has two w's One day I thought I would die When I saw with my very one eye Thanksgiving Loudon Wainwright III communication's useless Don't let me drink too much wine Lord you know how I get ruthless Let us somehow get through this meal Without that bad old feeling With history and memory And home cooking we're Pretty Good Day Loudon Wainwright III water and the air was smoke free No camera crews from my TV It was all such a strange sight to be home Nobody was frightened, wounded, hungry or cold And the children seemed normal, they didn't look old I'M Alright Loudon Wainwright III Well it's been a long time, glad to see your face I knew we'd meet again another time, another place Can't believe it's been so many years We better grab a chair and a couple of beers You're lookin' good New Paint Loudon Wainwright III s good to take a girl In the not so very good world And walk in the park until it gets dark Sometimes I feel ugly and old Excuse me, baby, if I?m acting bold My head gets hot but my feet aren? Sometimes I Forget Loudon Wainwright III we can't meet for lunch at the usual place The place where we always would go And there was something I wanted to tell you so bad Something I knew that you'd want to know I could go by myself to our old Talking New Bob Dylan Loudon Wainwright III Portrait" Well, it was an interesting effort Yeah, had to stop listening, times were too tough Me bein' the new me was hard enough You keep right on changin' like you always do An' what's best is the old Grown Man Loudon Wainwright III . ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By WAINWRIGHT Lyrics © DOWNTOWN MUSIC PUB LLC OBO SNOWDEN MUSIC, INC.(ASCAP)