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My baby don’t pump no gas
My baby don’t pump no gas
You better call the attendant
Boy make it fast
My baby don’t pump no gas
My baby don’t tie no shoe
My baby don’t tie no shoe
She kicks ’em off on the sidewalk
Buys ’em brand new
My baby don’t tie no shoe
What’s my baby do?
Man, what’s it to you?
She’s got nothing to prove
That’s enough for my baby
It’s enough for you
My baby don’t hem no skirt
My baby don’t hem no skirt
It’s dragging low on her toenails
Down in the dirt
My baby don’t hem no skirt
My baby don’t flip no egg
My baby don’t flip no egg
Well you can wheedle and plead, boy
Fall down and beg
My baby don’t flip no egg
My baby don’t pump no gas
My baby don’t pump no gas
You better call the attendant
Boy make it fast
Kick the tires, check the oil
Wipe the dirt off the glass
She wants a clear rear view mirror
And she don’t wanna ask
My baby don’t pump no gas
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Ain’t got no pickup truck
Ain’t got no cruise control
Ain’t got no fishing pole
I just got you
Ain’t got no credit card
Ain’t got no fancy phone
Ain’t got no auto loan
I just got you
Yeah baby I don’t need no complications
Don’t need no high class luxuries
And you can hear it on every AM station
They got a special announcement
APB
That baby you’re all I need
Ain’t got no gold rewards
Ain’t got no saver plan
I do my saving in a Folger’s can
I just got you
Ain’t got no bootstraps
Ain’t got no job
And I don’t want one!
I just want you
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Well my daddy went over when the towers fell
Kissed my mom goodbye, she told him, “Give ’em hell!”
And then he knelt down to look his only son right in the eye
Said, “You’re a man now, son, and a man ain’t supposed to cry.”
Well I grew up fast, just my mom and me
First thing I learned to spell was R-O-T-C
And I remember sitting down to write a letter to my dad
I was just seven years old, and this is what the letter said
It said, “Daddy save a couple for me
Daddy save a couple for me
Don’t you come home empty-handed back to Tennessee
But Daddy save a couple for me”
Well my daddy went missing outside Kandahar
Momma got picked up in a big black car
And when she got home she said, “There ain’t no more we can do
But we can honor your daddy, and somehow we’ll make it through”
Couldn’t wait for the day that I turned eighteen
Asked me height and weight I said, “Lean and mean!”
And when I finally got to basic, boys, I was dressed in black
The sergeant’s yelling at me, don’t you know I yelled right back
I said, “Hope you saved a couple for me
I hope you saved a couple for me, sergeant
’Cause I’m not going empty-handed back to Tennessee
Hope you saved a couple for me
Put us on a plane sent us halfway across the world
A dozen flight attendants, never seen such pretty girls
Pink and purple clouds spread across the sky
This private next to me, said, “Man, I sure don’t wanna die.”
Now we were on patrol up in the Hindu Kush
Enemy started shooting from behind the brush
When up out of nowhere come a man with a big long beard
He flushed the bad guys out, and soon enough the coast was clear
The captain looked at us he’s like, “What the heck?
Who’s this big hairy mother come and save our necks?”
And now along come the stranger, and much to my surprise
He’s walking up to me, looking right into my eyes
He says, “Son I saved a couple for you
Son I saved a couple for you
Now you won’t go empty-handed, whatever you do
Son I saved a couple for you”
Kandahar! Kandahar!
Kandahar! Kandahar!
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Heavens to Murgatroy
01:34
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When you’re running out of options
Your favorite bar closed down
And the night’s too bright for reading
Your friends are out of town
When there’s nothing left for dinner
But some lettuce and dry bread
Don’t call your mom, call me instead
If there’s trouble at the office
Your boss don’t know a thing
And that guy who works in IT
Is looking for a fling
If you finally get back home
And the cat’s thrown up on the bed
Don’t call your mom, call me instead
Well I know that I’m not patient
I’m not what you’d call kind
And I might not fix your problems
But I’ll get ’em off your mind
When you’re running out of chances
Like a sweater losing thread
Don’t call your mom, call me instead
So there’s problems with your landlord
He still won’t fix the heat
Your roommate’s watching TV
There’s loud noise in the street
And the radio won’t shut up
About the markets and the Fed
Don’t call your mom, call me instead
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Howie Rose
00:50
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Well when I was a boy they told me, “Take your pick
“It’s all yours for the choosing”
Now I’m grown, and alone, listening to Howie Rose
There’s way worse things than losing
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Hey, I Like It
04:01
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Moseying through the mall
Swinging by the perfume stall
Salesgirl she offers to give me a squirt
Smells like seaweed but it can’t hurt
“Molly,” I said, “Don’t think it’s the right fit
It’s not my favorite, but—hey, I like it.”
Pull up to the liquor store
Bud Light special: six for four
“Hey, do you wanna try some peach vodka?
We got some samples by the door.”
I admit I felt a little skeptical
Seemed a bit botantical, but hey, I like it.
You can’t knock it if you ain’t tried it
If you ain’t looking you’ll never find it
You’d better try it before you buy it
Hey, I like it
Over at the coffee shop
Trying to get a cup of joe
Dude in an apron, asks me a question
Something about “macchiato”
“Bryce,” I said, “I’ve never heard of it!”
So then I tried a sip
And hey, I liked it
[chorus]
Lattes, spa days, bouillabaise
You heard me right
Lamaze, toupees, Baked Lays?
That ain’t right
Pâtés, parfaits, latest craze
Whatever feels right
Soirées, corn maze, trip to Marseilles?
Hey, if the price is right
Sitting at the restaurant
Trying to get filet mignon
Bring me an entrée, looked like an ashtray
Don’t know what they were on
Now I know y’all might think it’s ridiculous
Guess I’m just adventurous
But hey, I liked it
[chorus]
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You thought you’d break my heart
And leave me sad and blue
You thought you were kind of smart
But I was smarter than you
I know just what you are
And what you wanted me to do
I guess you think you’re something
But you’re gonna fall someday
Till then, I’m through with you
You won’t go near my house
You won’t get in my car
And I may be a louse
But I’ve never been no snob, baby
Yeah you take it too far
And I know just what you are
And what you wanted me to do
I guess you think you’re something
But you’re gonna fall someday
Till then, I’m through with you
Till then, I’m through with you
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I don’t want to be here anymore
No I don’t want to be here anymore
Well I went to the beach, and I went to the shore
And I don’t want to be here anymore
I don’t want to be here anymore
No I don’t want to here anymore
Well I lay on the couch, then I lay on the floor
And I don’t want to be here anymore
Oh you’re awful nice for stopping by
And I’m sure I’ll feel better by and by
Yeah I’m sure I’ll be fine, but till then it’s a chore
And I don’t want to be here anymore
I don’t want to be here anymore
No I don’t want to be here anymore
Well I rode on the Q and I rode on the 4
And I don’t want to be here anymore
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Justice on the TV
02:59
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I saw justice on the TV
I saw power cede its right
It’s all playing out on prime time
Sit back, relax, everything’s alright
I saw sober politicians
Stand up and uphold the rights of man
Business leaders low and humble
Gee I sure am glad that I tuned in
When I first turned on my cable box
I admit I thought that we were through
But things all turned out after commercial
Gee it sure is nice to watch the news
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She called me up, bent my ear
Said, “I got some things that you don’t want to hear”
Well I’m a loose goose, baby, tell me anything you wanna say
We got a bar on the corner where we can chat our blues away
She walked right in, sat right down,
Bartender please, another round!
“Give me two gin sodas, twist of lemon, easy on the fizz”
I’m shaking on my stool, wondering why she’s going through with this
And ever since I’ve been walking and wandering and weeping on a subway line
Yeah I just keep wishing and hoping, looking for something that I just can’t find
I look around me and all I see are frowning faces
I’ve got friends in no places
Ever since she left me behind
2015, doing alright
Got an apartment—it’s out of sight!
Got a nice dumb job no I don’t need no help to pay my rent
Me and my buddies are great—who’s gonna worry about the government?
If I get lonely, well buddy you bet
I find me a date on the internet
“Would you like to get some coffee, have a drink, or grab some dinner, please?”
They like to get to know you better before they drop you down onto your knees
And after that you’re just walking and wandering and weeping on a subway line
Yeah you just keep wishing and hoping, looking for something that you just can’t find
Take it from me you know all I see are frowning faces
I’ve got friends in no places
Ever since she left me behind
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Everything I do, I do halfway
I didn’t expect to see you here
I hope and fear you’ll turn my way
Everything I do, I do halfway
I swept the floor, and mopped it too
I bleached the sink, wiped the counters dry
I’ll clean the stove, but not today
Everything I do, I do halfway
The neighbors said we’re out of time
They’re skipping town, they’re jumping ship
But I’m sure we will be okay
Everything I do, I do halfway
My mother thanked me for the card
She called last night, we talked a while
She seemed to have so much to say
Everything I do, I do halfway
I went outside for one whole hour
The sun was hot, the wind was still
I really tried to stay away
Everything I do, I do halfway
Well I don’t know much, but I know this
There ain’t no sense in cracking wise
When you don’t have nothing to say
Everything I do, I do halfway
It’s not a trick, it’s not a scheme
It’s not a joke, it’s not a bit
It’s not a pose, it’s not a phase
Everything I do, I do halfway
I tried to wait till things cooled down
I tried to give us both a little space
I didn’t call, I stayed away
Everything I do, I do halfway
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Shelto Marx Brooklyn, New York
Shelto Marx is the nom de plonk used by Marshall Yarbrough (Rube, Glass Bead Band, Power Hour). Born and raised in Atlanta, GA, with a formative stint in Athens, he now lives in New York City, where he plays curly-headed piano pop music. Eat your heart out, Randy Newman. ... more
Shelto Marx recommends:
When We Wake Up It's Gonna Hurt
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Sun on warm brick but the bottom of the air is cold
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Closed circuit analog grooves
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A good-time album with a bad-time backbone
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Extremely hard to pick a favorite song, they're all so different but work together so well! Elle's gorgeous vocals and the inventive, varied instrumentals bring me back to listening to Elliott Smith on a Discman, for some reason. Maybe because the lyrics are full of heart and melancholy, but you just want to sing along.
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The latest album by the Mumbai-based pop artist hits country, folk, and pop notes.
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