Freak Out!

Ray collins (lead vocals, harmonica, tambourine, finger cymbals, bobby pin, tweezers)
Jimmy carl black (drums)
Roy estrada (bass, guitarron, boy soprano)
Elliot ingber (lead guitar, rhythm guitar)

A year ago today
Was when you went away
But now you come back knockin' on my door
And you say you're back to stay,
But i say...
Go cry
On somebody else's shoulder
I'm somewhat wiser now
And one whole year older
I sure don't need you now
And i don't love you
Anymore

You cheated me baby,
And told some dirty lies about me
Fooled around with all those other guys
That's why i had to set you free
I sure don't need you now
And i don't love you
Anymore

A year ago today
You went away
And now you come back crying
Crying, crying: please, let me in
But i don't need you
No i don't love you anymore
So go lean on...go cry on
Somebody else's door

Go cry
On somebody else's shoulder
I'm somewhat wiser now
And one whole year older
I sure don't need you now
And i don't love you
Anymore (oh, my darling!)

(spoken:)
Go ahead and cry
Go ahead and let the tears fall outa your eye
Let 'em fall on your dress
Who cares if it makes a mess?
I gave you my high school ring
At the root beer stand
We had a teen-age love baby
I thought it was sharp
It was really so grand...but

You cheated me baby
And told some dirty lies about me
Fooled around with all those other guys
That's why i had to get my khakis pressed
I sure don't need you now
And i don't love you
Anymore

(spoken:)
Baby, i love you so much, darling
Why don't you dig me?
I dig you
But you don't dig me
I don't understand what it is
I had my car re-upholstered
I got my hair processed
I got a nice pompadour job on it
I bought a new pair of shoes
I got some new khakis and i met you
And we went out to get a coca-cola...

Ray collins (lead vocals, harmonica, tambourine, finger cymbals, bobby pin, tweezers)
Jimmy carl black (drums)
Roy estrada (bass, guitarron, boy soprano)
Elliot ingber (lead guitar, rhythm guitar)

Mr. america, walk on by your schools that do not teach
Mr. america, walk on by the minds that won't be reached
Mr. america try to hide the emptiness that's you inside
But once you find that the way you lied
And all the corny tricks you tried
Will not forestall the rising tide of hungry freaks daddy!

They won't go on four no more
Great mid-western hardware store
Philosophy that turns away
From those who aren't afraid to say what's on their minds
The left behinds of the great society

Hungry freaks, daddy!

Mr. america, walk on by your supermarket dream
Mr. america, walk on by the liquor store supreme
Mr. america try to hide the product of your savage pride
The useful minds that it denied
The day you shrugged and stepped aside
You saw their clothes, and then you cried,
"those hungry freaks, daddy!"

They won't go on four no more
Great mid-western hardware store
Philosophy that turns away
From those who aren't afraid to say what's on their minds
The left behinds of the great society

Ray collins (lead vocals, harmonica, tambourine, finger cymbals, bobby pin, tweezers)
Jimmy carl black (drums)
Roy estrada (bass, guitarron, boy soprano)
Elliot ingber (lead guitar, rhythm guitar)

You're probably wondering
Why i'm here
And so am i
So am i
Just as much as you wonder
'bout me bein' in this place
Yeah!
That's just how much i marvel
At the lameness on your face
You rise each day the same old way
And join your friends out on the street
Spray your hair
And think you're neat
I think your life is incomplete
But maybe that's not for me to say
They only pay me here to play

I wanna hear caravan with a drum solo

You're probably wondering
Why i'm here
And so am i
So am i

Just as much as you wonder
'bout me starin' back at you
Yeah!
That's just how much i question
The corny things you do

You paint your face and then you chase
To meet the gang where the action is
Stomp all night
And drink your fizz
Roll your car and say "gee whiz!"
You tore a big hole in your convertible top
What will you tell your mom and pop?

Mam, i tore a big hole in the convertible

You're probably wondering
Why i'm here
And so am i
So am i

Just as much as you wonder
If i mean just what i say
Yeah!
That's just how much i question
The social games you play

You told your mom you're stoked on tom
And went for a cruise in freddie's car
Tommy's asking
Where you are
You boogied all night in a cheesy bar
Plastic boots and plastic hat
And you think you know where it's at?
Yeah!

You're probably wondering
Why i'm here
(not that it makes a heck of a lot of a difference to ya)

Ray collins (lead vocals, harmonica, tambourine, finger cymbals, bobby pin, tweezers)
Jimmy carl black (drums)
Roy estrada (bass, guitarron, boy soprano)
Elliot ingber (lead guitar, rhythm guitar)

Ain't got no heart
I ain't got no heart to give away

I sit and laugh at fools in love
There ain't no such thing as love
No angels singing up above today

Girl i don't believe
Girl i don't believe in what you say

You say your heart is only mine
I say to you, you must be blind,
What makes you think that you're so fine

That i would throw away the groovy life i lead
'cause baby, what you've got yeah
It sure ain't what i need

Girl you better go
Girl you'd better go away
I think that life with you would be
Just not quite the thing for me
Why is it so hard to see my way?

Why should i be stuck with you
It's just not what i want to do
Why should an embrace or two
Make me such a part of you
I ain't got no heart to give away!

Ray collins (lead vocals, harmonica, tambourine, finger cymbals, bobby pin, tweezers)
Jimmy carl black (drums)
Roy estrada (bass, guitarron, boy soprano)
Elliot ingber (lead guitar, rhythm guitar)

Help i'm a rock, help i'm a rock, help i'm a rock!
Ahahahahahahaaa
Help i'm a rock, help i'm a rock, help i'm a rock!
Somebody, please, please!
Help i'm a rock, help i'm a rock...
Wow man, it's a drag being a rock
Help i'm a rock...
I wish i was anything but a rock
Heck, i'd even like to be a policeman
Hey, you know what, you know maybe if i practised, you know
Maybe if i passed my driving test
I could get a gig drivin' that bus and pick some freaks up
In front of ben franks, right!

Help i'm a cop, help i'm a cop, help i'm a cop!
(help i'm a rock...), help i'm a cop, help i'm a cop!
It's a drag being a cop, i think i'd rather be the mayor
Always wondered what i was gonna be when i grew up, you know
Always wondered whether or not, whether or not i could make it,
You know, in society, because,
You know, it's a drag when you're rejected
So i tore the cover off a book of matches and i sent in
And i got this letter back that said, uhu, aha

It can't happen here
It can't happen here
I'm telling you, my dear
That it can't happen here
Because i been checkin' it out, baby
I checked it out a couple a times, hmmmmmmmm
And i'm telling you
It can't happen here
Oh darling, it's important that you believe me
(bop bop bop bop)
That it can't happen here

Who could imagine that they would freak out somewhere in kansas...
Kansas kansas tototototodo
Kansas kansas tototototodo
Kansas kansas
Who could imagine that they would freak out in minnesota...
Mimimimimimimi minnesota, minnesota, minnesota
Who could imagine...

Who could imagine
That they would freak out in washington, d.c.
D.c. d.c. d.c. d.c. d.c.
It can't happen here
Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba
It can't happen here
It can't happen here
Everybody's safe and it can't happen here
No freaks for us
It can't happen here
Everybody's clean and it can't happen here
No, no, it won't happen here
I'm telling you it can't
It won't happen here
(bop bop didi bop didi bop bop bop)
Plastic folks, you know
It won't happen here
You're safe, mama
You're safe, baby
You just cook a tv dinner
And you make it
(bop bop bop)
No no no no
Oh, we're gonna get a tv dinner and cook it up
Go get a tv dinner and cook it up
Cook it up
Oh, and it won't happen here
(no no no no no no no no no no no
Man you guys are really safe
Everything's cool).
Who could imagine
Who could imagine
That they would freak out in the suburbs!

I remember (tu-tu)
I remember (tu-tu)
I remember (tu-tu)
They had a swimming pool
I remember (tu-tu)
I remember (tu-tu)
They had a swimming pool
I remember (tu-tu)
I remember (tu-tu)
They had a swimming pool.
And they thought it couldn't happen here
(duh duh duh duh duh)
They knew it couldn't happen here
They were so sure it couldn't happen here
But...

Suzie...
Yes yes yes--i've always felt that
Yes i agree man, it really makes it...yeah...
It's a real thing, man
And it really makes it
(makes it)

Suzie, you just got to town,
And we've been, we've been very interested
In your development.
Forget it!
Hmmmmmmmmm
(it can't happen here)

Ray collins (lead vocals, harmonica, tambourine, finger cymbals, bobby pin, tweezers)
Jimmy carl black (drums)
Roy estrada (bass, guitarron, boy soprano)
Elliot ingber (lead guitar, rhythm guitar)

Motherly love
Motherly love
Forget about
The brotherly and other-ly love
Motherly love
Is just the thing for you
You know your mothers' gonna love ya
Till ya don't know what to do

The mothers got love
That'll drive ya mad
They're ravin' 'bout the way we do
No need to feel lonely...
No need to feel sad,
If we ever get a hold on you
What you need is...

Motherly love
(come on get it now)
Motherly love
Forget about
The brotherly and other-ly love
Motherly love
Is just the thing for you
You know your mothers' gonna love ya
Till ya don't know what to do

Nature's been good
To this here band
Don't ever think we're shy
Send us up some little groupies
And we'll take their hands
And rock 'em till they sweat and cry
What you need is...

Motherly love
(get it now)
Motherly love
Forget about
The brotherly and other-ly love
Motherly love
Is just the thing for you
You know your mothers' gonna love ya
Till ya don't know what to do
We can love ya
Till ya have a heart attack
You'd best believe that's true
We'll bite your neck
And scratch your back
Till you don't know what to do
What you need is...

Motherly love
Motherly love
Forget about
The brotherly and other-ly love
Motherly love
Is just the thing for you
You know your mothers' gonna love ya
Till ya don't know what to do

You know i've got a little motherly love for you baby
You know i've got a little motherly love for you honey
You know it doesn't bother me at all
That you're only 18 years old
'cause i got a little motherly love for you baby
Pow pow pow pow

Ray collins (lead vocals, harmonica, tambourine, finger cymbals, bobby pin, tweezers)
Jimmy carl black (drums)
Roy estrada (bass, guitarron, boy soprano)
Elliot ingber (lead guitar, rhythm guitar)

Well i'm about to get sick
From watchin' my tv
Been checkin' out the news
Until my eyeballs fail to see
I mean to say that every day
Is just another rotten mess
And when it's gonna change, my friends
Is anybody's guess

So i'm watchin' and i'm waitin'
Hopin' for the best
Even think i'll go to prayin'
Every time i hear 'em sayin'
That there's no way to delay
That trouble comin' every day
No way to delay
That trouble comin' every day

Wednesday i watched the riot...
I seen the cops out on the street
Watched 'em throwin' rocks and stuff
And chokin' in the heat
Listened to reports
About the whisky passin' 'round
Seen the smoke & fire
And the market burnin' down
Watched while everybody
On his street would take a turn
To stomp and smash and bash and crash
And slash and bust and burn

And i'm watchin' and i'm waitin'
Hopin' for the best
Even think i'll go to prayin'
Every time i hear 'em sayin'
That there's no way to delay
That trouble comin' every day
No way to delay
That trouble comin' every day

Well you can cool it,
You can heat it...
'cause, baby, i don't need it...
Take your tv tube and eat it
'n all that phony stuff on sports
'n all the unconfirmed reports
You know i watched that rotten box
Until my head began to hurt
From checkin' out the way
The newsmen say they get the dirt
Before the guys on channel so-and-so
And further they assert
That any show they'll interrupt
To bring you news if it comes up
They say that if the place blows up
They'll be the first to tell
Because the boys they got downtown
Are workin' hard and doin' swell,
And if anybody gets the news
Before it hits the street,
They say that no one blabs it faster
Their coverage can't be beat

And if another woman driver
Gets machine-gunned from her seat
They'll send some joker with a brownie
And you'll see it all complete

So i'm watchin' and i'm waitin'
Hopin' for the best
Even think i'll go to prayin'
Every time i hear 'em sayin'
That there's no way to delay
That trouble comin' every day
No way to delay
That trouble comin' every day

Hey you know something people
I'm not black
But there's a whole lots a times
I wish i could say i'm not white

Well, i seen the fires burnin'
And the local people turnin'
On the merchants and the shops
Who used to sell their brooms and mops
And every other household item
Watched the mob just turn and bite 'em
And they say it served 'em right
Because a few of them are white,
And it's the same across the nation
Black & white discrimination
They're yellin' "you can't understand me!"
And all the other crap they hand me
In the papers and tv
'n all that mass stupidity
That seems to grow more every day
Each time you hear some nitwit say
He wants to go and do you in
Because the color of your skin
Just don't appeal to him
(no matter if it's black or white)
Because he's out for blood tonight
You know we gotta sit around at home
And watch this thing begin
But i bet there won't be many left
To see it really end
'cause the fire in the street
Ain't like the fire in my heart
And in the eyes of all these people
Don't you know that this could start
On any street in any town
In any state if any clown
Decides that now's the time to fight
For some ideal he thinks is right
And if a million more agree
There ain't no great society
As it applies to you and me
Our country isn't free
And the law refuses to see
If all that you can ever be
Is just a lousy janitor
Unless your uncle owns a store
You know that five in every four
Just one amount and nothin' more
Don't watch the rats go across the floor
And make up songs about being poor
Blow you harmonica son!