All the Shoes in Vulgaria Are For Sale (if ya wanna) Music ©1973 by Robert Davidson Lyrics © 1973 by Robert Davidson & CP Roth The things you do When you tie my shoe And when you do It makes me go insane And I eat my shoes for you now The day I met you You had a wet shoe Your love had left And you threw up your shoes Let’s eat our shoes tonight Oh baby please I’m on my knees I;ve grown accustomed to your shoes And whats in ‘em Give me laced loafers High heels made of prisms Let me eat your feet and shoes And what’s in ‘em We live off of shoes We do what we choose Therefore we conclude We live off of shoes We bring you the gnus The gnus of the shoes The gnus of the shoes Inside it’s so soft Let’s get our shoes off I have a desire My shoes are on fire Don’t try to hide Your shoe’s untied I bet you’ve tried To make it like me

Chompo’s Bandaid ©1973 by Robert Davidson Chompo, Chompo Have you seen Chompo’s lost bandaid? Lost, bandaid gone The nurse gave out her last one How can Chompo have her headache cured? Chompo’s bandaid Chompo’s bandaid In her molten icecap Burning thoughts of how to raise Her man It was sacred They were not bleached Bleached, not turned darkest night Into your own pair of pants Sun a daily disk Night a fallen breeze Have you seen The Chomp? She needs a Bandaid! Springtime...springtime It is always spring in Portugal (Portugal) But where’s theHoly Bandaid We’re just mortals without Bandaid soup Ah ha ha ha The tractor’s broken Your weight in soup You gifted poop Mushroom soup, up to your ankles You wait in soup It could be poop What will parents say When they find out you Stayed up in soup (Soup, it’s not enough for some folks) Got to have a life Got to go up to visit Tuna (Tuna stereo, Tuna Man) So I must go Go check out the... The stereo up there it is a monster (Stere-o!) When Tuna turns it up the girls all flip (Tuna Man!) He plays all their favorite records and then (go Tuna!) He serves them beer and wine and gin Then he serves them some wine, and wine and gin Then he serves them some wine, and wine and gin Gin, gin, gin (and cigars!) And he serves them

The Only Bean in My Garden ©1973, 2013 by Robert Davidson I don’t want to say You’re the Only Bean in My Garden But you're the only one I’ve seen And you’re the girl above the dirt in my mind It makes me think just where you’ve been And what will I say To you on the lake With the beans I can bake The beans I can take And when I look into your vegetables eyes I wait around for your next surprise And then you jump into your fast shiny car You drive away I won’t let you get very far “cos when I saw you on the Heniz depot, I said.... Gotta look gotta see gotta find Gotta make this bean, part of mine Gotta take the longest road Find out why she never showed I don’t want to say You’re the Only Bean in My Garden But you're the only one I’ve seen And you’re the girl above the dirt in my mind It makes me think just where you’ve been Just where you’ve been... Just where you’ve been...

The Worming of Dawn ©1974, 2013 by Robert Davidson Happiness cries to you if you settle down Into this life of insanity caressing humanity No one was sure if there was a ever a cure for personality lost if suicide was the cost, and asks Is living so hip Is death another cheap trip To get us through the Worming of Dawn Tony was cool He said he’s nobody’s fool But he was fooling himself To think that somebody else Would take the time to review Just was happening to Her man was nearing the lie Moving to mindfulness shrines Asks is living so hip Is Tony’s life a cheap trip To get us through the Worming of Dawn Through the Worming of Dawn Life is just a flurry of fits as I Watch my lover’s mind fly to bits, is it Worth my time for feeling like this? After I am dead and gone they’ll see What a tool they made of me Driving me to their insanity An orange medallion A flame for your kind Wrestling with hatred And a past of nightmares left behind Fools shouting orders Striped with disbelief Your wings have grown from Saturn Rise from deepest shadows of conceit Followed a road of complete unknown Lessons taking time As the clocks unwind A vision of the bastard lie Following the road of complete unknown And living brings the final moan

The Legend of Paranoid Sam ©1974, 2013 by Robert Davidson Paranoid Sam eats his breakfast It was the only spam could understand And in the bar he was an outlaw Stolen a lady's heart that was just the start He awoke and found her gone Was it just a dream what had he done wrong His leather lady had moved on Paranoid Sam left empty-handed To search far and wide For his almost bride But she had turned to that man in the sky No reply when Sam gave the eye He said: “I don't care if you're the cleanest Jesus freak in Tennessee” Why don't you come on back with me? Paranoid Sam electric cowboy Should be in a Memphis jail but he just jumping bail The judge and said he was an outlaw Stealing all ladies heart That was just the start He had run to Santa Fe To sing and play To earn his way To the big time back in LA And on the coast he found a Spanish girl buried under the sand His leather lady seen all that she could stand And now Paranoid Sand eats his breakfast It was the only spam he could understand And everyone goes downtown to see him With his bland country band You could never stand With his bland country band He could stand

Beyond Your Dignity Music ©1973 by Robert Davidson Music & Lyrics ©1973 by Robert Davidson & CP Roth Sunday smiles Hazy sky Turn the dial Set me high Show me the dream world Of all your murder scenes and game show queens Let me fly again Drifting by again Prime time lies again. Staring to the bliss beyond the dignity of time Spinning little witches tales of droll sadistic crimes An open marble sheds delight and breaks on empty panes The golden box that faces you will wash away the rain And then it takes you by the hand You’re under it’s command It’s got you in it’s teeth That your Dignity’s beneath Grazing in soap suds And luxury needs Its soul is in your blood It’s planted its seeds Soon it takes over It’s a lullaby and you can’t hide It’s roots are deep It’s a never ending sleep So many people Who never did exist You’d like to join them You’d never be missed And then you’d fly to your grave So you’re lost on a wave Taxing your living Relax in your chair Your fantasy’s real But you aren’t there Life on an island Out in space or any place you want to be In a hole inside a tree Or lost from memory Cutting off your thoughts before the box it used to be The quickest way for you to shut out a world you couldn’t see But life is coming at you now You start to feel the pain And as the studio audience screams The host will now explain That no one really cares Entranced behind the stares And if their lives they loose They’ll watch it on the news Always you guard it The pride of your home Beyond Your Dignity To leave it alone Leave it alone

A Cheap Trip ©1973, 2013 by Robert Davidson Trevor used to go to school Where did Trevor go to school Massachusetts was where Trevor went to school Who would have believed it Did he go for fun or was it education Was it education His parents made him go They did not know That Massachusetts was a place where he could Have some fun Get things done A place to run Was he happy there With all the teachers they were everywhere Liberals liberals Liberal open minded choads Who could never figure out What all of the students were doing In their own phony thing called School There was a boy who went to the school Fony was his name and he was cool One day he took a turn for no good Did some afrin as we knew he would He’d become 1000 times as smart Now could really get into art Art that used to make him want to fart He kept it up for at least five days Lost in his dreams Real as it seems Dreams cannot hurt me Where did he get the poison that he took? Where did he, how did he, why did he? Was he with Trevor, in his room Listening to Zappa records, all alone Trevor’s out, Fony's big trip Everyone wondered what his fate would be Do you think they cared? They stood and stared They stood and stared Crispy little bumps she has just walked in the room Trevor drinks his beer what of his career? He is always working but no one really cares Yes this is the sad part, the sad part of this story Just thought that I'd tell you Poor boy Helpless He never did anything wrong A victim of everybody else's bad judgment Wrong Mindless Useless Who will pay? For the Frank Zappa albums That sent him on his way A victim of everyone else's bad judgment Wrong

No Answer ©1973 by Robert Davidson All alone, all alone together Cleared the table By ourselves Far we’ve traveled to see each other Now we’re back, had we ever gone Everyone I’m with now Shows me you were the only Love I found as my own way of knowing Life it without it a hollow bone How you were to know That the things you did yesterday Broke me in another way Set the ship of destiny free How could it last Our love just passed away Once awakened scorned and blinded No direction No Answer to life No direction No answer to lie