Say That You Love Me (Album Version) Loudon Wainwright III

Told you I love you Talked on the [Incomprehensible] You'd said that you like me, feel like a fool Say that you like me, that's not enough Say that you love me, I'm calling your bluff Say that you love

Lullaby (Album Version) Loudon Wainwright III

Shut up and go to bed Put the pillow under your head I'm sick and tired of all your worries Shut up and say goodnight Say your prayers and turn off the light I'm sick and tired of all your sob-stories

Nocturnal Stumblebutt (Album Version) Loudon Wainwright III

you're asleep I can't sleep, I gotta smoke I think I left some in my coat No they're not there, but there's a chance I left some in a packet in my pants Bumped into the table, just below the belt If you

B Side (Album Version) Loudon Wainwright III

It's wonderful to be alive To be a bee in this beehive It's tough as nails, it's smooth as silk It's milk and honey, without milk I work with flowers, it's my work From this, there's no way that I can

Clockwork Chartreuse (Album Version) Loudon Wainwright III

You got the black belt, I got the gun. Let's team up tonight--have some fun. Let's drink some drinks, find us some fights. C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon: it's Saturday night!

Muse Blues (Album Version) Loudon Wainwright III

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 I’m going down, slow muse,

Smokey Joe's Cafe (Album Version) Loudon Wainwright III

One day while I was eating beans at Smokey Joe’s Café Sitting digging on the scene at Smokey Joe’s Café A chick came walking through the door that I had never seen before Least I’d never saw her down at

Red Guitar (Album Version) Loudon Wainwright III

it there awhile Kate, she started crying when she saw my sorry smile Red guitar was made of wood, could not take the heat Red guitar, it caught on fire and the damage was complete It burned until all that

East Indian Princess (Album Version) Loudon Wainwright III

East Indian princess lives in a western dream Happy like a child, her mother is a queen You know she's safe as a cow on a Calcutta street This English way of life has got that other life beat And reading

Come A Long Way (Album Version) Loudon Wainwright III

We've come a long way since we last shook hands Still got a long way to go We couldn't see the flowers since we last shook hands Couldn't see the flowers on account of the snow What did you do with your

Drinking Song (Album Version) Loudon Wainwright III

men sleep Like a dog, a drunk will crawl around on all fours Be he broke bum or rich rake His dinner be it bread or cake His beverage be the worse of whiskey, finest wine Puke it stinks and so it seems That

Dilated to Meet You (Album Version) Loudon Wainwright III

We're wondering when you will arrive We're wondering what you'll be We're wondering if you'll be a her Or if you'll be a he Maybe you'll arrive today Perhaps tomorrow night We're hoping you won't hurt

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

Father/Daughter Dialogue Loudon Wainwright III

You can't undo what has been done To all your daughters and your son The facts are in and we have found That basically you're not around Dearest Daddy try as you might All you are is just uptight You sing

Number One Loudon Wainwright III

When I'm feelin lonely and bottled up inside I know I can aslays take that magic carpet ride I get down on my bearskin rug on my loving room floor I get you on the telephone & you give me what for CHORUS

Mr. Ambivalent Loudon Wainwright III

Ambivalent You ain't going nowhere Sitting on that fence Mr. Ambivalent We're all sick and tired Of your ambivalence Mr. Ambivalent You don't gain no ground When you stay in one spot Mr.

Kick In The Head Loudon Wainwright III

Well I hear that she told you she'd been shacking up with your best friend And the kick in the head is she said that she wants to again Well they was kissin and huggin and doin it right in your bed Oh

A Father And A Son Loudon Wainwright III

When I was your age I was just like you, And just look at me now; I'm sure you do. But your grandfather was just as bad And you should have heard him trash his dad.

Happy Birthday Elvis Loudon Wainwright III

I heard a cassette of you speaking On a telephone; From a bunker beneath Graceland, The king sits on his throne. Happy birthday, Elvis; Fifty-eight years old today.

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.

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

Mr. Guilty Loudon Wainwright III

Call me Mr Guilty, Mr Guilty that's my name Without a doubt it's all my fault, I'm the one to blame You say that you're unhappy I do believe it's true Cause I'm the one, the no good bum That did it all

Career Moves Loudon Wainwright III

And it's been sixteen years now that I've written songs Over a hundred and still growing strong About drinking and hockey and flying above Again and again about unhappy love Over and over, unhappy love

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

I'M Alright Loudon Wainwright III

know I always knew you'd take the business route You were always the one who followed the light and You look like you're doing alright I've been singing for my rent and singing for my supper I'm above

Breakfast In Bed Loudon Wainwright III

Well I wake up in the morning And I can't get out of bed You're lying in there with me We stay put instead I grind the beans, squeeze the juice And butter up the toast That takes about an hour Ninety minutes

Something For Nothing Loudon Wainwright III

You can pull one of my songs right out of thin air Go ahead and download me see if I care In love war and cyberspace everything`s fair And it`s ok to steal `coz it`s so nice to share You`re in luck `cos

So Damn Happy Loudon Wainwright III

The sad thing is I'm so damn happy Who'd blame her if she were to slap me The sun should not shine when there's rain I should be in a lot more pain At least I should feel slightly crappy But the sad thing

I'D Rather Be Lonely Loudon Wainwright III

You're still living here with me. I'd rather be lonely. All the time I look around For excuses to leave town. Everybody wants somebody -- but I'd rather be lonely. (Chorus:) Loneliness is happiness.

Y2k Loudon Wainwright III

It can help you at school, church, business, and work Makes you feel like a genius even though you're just a jerk You get a computer, you sit it in your lap It does a little bit of this it does a whole

Unhappy Anniversary Loudon Wainwright III

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 since we met There is no need to remind me

New Paint Loudon Wainwright III

At the station you can meet her With that smile you couldn?t cheat her A woman that kind is hard to find It?

Ogm Loudon Wainwright III

The OGM on our machine Began with we're not here now But you went and changed the "we" to "no one" Do you mean us or me?

The Untitled Loudon Wainwright III

Oh when I die & it wont be long Oh you're gonna be sorry that you treated me wrong You're gonna be sorry that you treated me bad And if there's an after life I'll gloat & I'll be glad Might be a plane

Unrequited To The Nth Degree Loudon Wainwright III

Oh when I die and it won't be long Hey you're gonna be sorry that you treated me wrong Yeah you're gonna be sorry that you treated me bad Hey and if there's an after life I'll gloat and I'll be glad Might

Dreaming Loudon Wainwright III

Living's just too hard to do It's chances not choices Noises not voices A day's just a thing to get through Living's just too hard to do I'd rather be dreaming than talking There's nothing to hear or to say

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

The Home Stretch Loudon Wainwright III

If the day off doesn`t get you Then the bad reviewer does At least you`ve been a has been And not just a never was And you know it`s not a mountain But no mole hill is this big And you promise to quit

Guru Loudon Wainwright III

CHORUS: Down in Southern California There's a guru that is guruing there He's got 250 followers They're following him everywhere He's got all of the answers to all of the questions And he promises to make

The Doctor Loudon Wainwright III

I went to the doctor and the doctor said Son you look older than me and I'm 71 You're falling apart and not living right I went to the doctor and the doctor said Loud, you've got to stop hanging out With

Absence Makes The Heart Grow Fonder Loudon Wainwright III

I guess you'd say you were taken for granted I went on and on and I raved and I ranted,oh-- My tyrannical ways.

The Acid Song Loudon Wainwright III

Well that bathroom got crowded in no time, Our minds were all blown in one flash, Everyone in there got ugly, We exited out of there fast.

Suddenly It's Christmas Loudon Wainwright III

There's got to be a build-up To the day that Christ was born. The halls are decked with pumpkins And ears of Indian corn. Dragging through the falling leaves In a one-horse open sleigh.

So Many Songs Loudon Wainwright III

I've written so many songs about you This is the last one, after this I'm through When I sing this one, when I do my show, People will hear it, the world will know I've written so many songs about you

I Can'T Stand Myself Loudon Wainwright III

I sure can pick 'em Out looking for my next victim Who will that unlucky one be?

Sometimes I Forget Loudon Wainwright III

Sometimes I forget that you've gone You've gone, and you're not coming back And it's hard to believe that you're still not here What's left behind, disputes that fact And your bookcase still holds all

Conspiracies Loudon Wainwright III

isn't real, who never lived Who's old, but doesn't die We went to the department store We climbed out on that limb Told the kids that it was "You know who" We said that bum was him Then we placed them

Your Mother & I Loudon Wainwright III

Your Mother & I are living apart I know that seems stupid, but we weren't very smart You'll stay with her, I'll visit you At Christmas, on weekends, the summertime too Your Mother & I are not getting along

You Never Phone Loudon Wainwright III

You never phone you never write Hell I stopped hoping that you might You`re trying to hurt my feelings right You never phone you never write You never write you never phone I`m sorry to bitch and moan

Five Years Old Loudon Wainwright III

CHORUS: Happy birthday Martha, happy 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