Ladies Lunch
©
1983 Sally Fingerett
GREEN FINGERS
MUSIC, BMI
I'm having lunch with the ladies
The kind who are proud to be crazy
They swear that they'll never have babies
So there'll be plenty of time for lunch.
I'm here at the café alone with my tea
I wait for the girls so patiently
They come straight from the office
Towing a briefcase,
I couldn't have picked stranger company
But after some pressure I breakdown
I join in their white wine another round
We toast an honest man we know
We lolly and linger, in lipstick and linen
Losing and winning as we come and as we go.
Sandy at forty she's learning to give
She's living with roommates instead of her kids
She's always grieving, hardly believing
She once was a mother and a wife.
Jeannie checks back with her service
Missing a call makes her nervous
She finds excitement in pounding
The pavement, a slave meant for happy hour.
After some pressure I breakdown
I join in their white wine another round
We toast the heartache we all know
We lolly and linger, in lipstick and linen
Losing and winning as we come and as we go.
Me I perform in a cabaret
I'm lucid by night a little slow by day
The closer I listen, I hear a heartbeat
That's missing, I love the girls
Just the same.
After some pressure I kick back
To hell with your white wine
Gimme' a shot of 'Jack'
Lets toast the things we truly know
We lolly and linger, in lipstick in linen
Losing and winning as we come and as we go.
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She's Got Your Love
©
1983 Sally Fingerett
GREEN FINGERS
MUSIC, BMI
Every time you say goodnight
You know she's getting' ready
Know she's getting ready
To say goodbye,
Say goodbye to you
It's a little sad boy,
Is it true?
Has she lost your love
Every time the sun comes up
You know she's getting ready
Know she's getting ready
For walking out.
Walking out on you
It's a little sad boy
What's she gonna do
Without your love
She wants your love.
CHORUS
Let it grow there in the darkness
Make it light, make it shine
Make it clear
Turn your loneliness into tenderness
Show her you really care.
And every time you say goodnight
You'll know she's getting ready
Know she's getting ready
To make it right
Make it right with you
You're a little glad boy
You made it through
She's got your love
CHORUS
Every time you kiss goodnight
You'll know she's getting ready
Know she's getting ready
To make it right
Make it right with you
You're a little glad boy
You made it through
She's got your love
She's got your love
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Here
In The Midwest
©
1983 Sally Fingerett
GREEN FINGERS
MUSIC, BMI
Here in the midwest, it ain't no rumor
That the winters can be hard
When I'm with you, if feels like summer
You keep the bitter wind from my heart
My heart.
Your love it's warm like the noon day sun
On the fields of Ohio
Your love it shines like the full moon
Clear and bright
Your love it's gentle breezes blowing
And lightening bugs glowing
On a July night.
Here in the Midwest it ain't no rumor
It's all one prairie, all one sky
But when I'm with you I'm in the mountains
I look to see the clouds go passing by
Right on by.
Your love it soars like a bird on the wing
Through the Appalachia's
Your love it's deep like the foothills
On down below
Your love it flows just like a river
And I've yet to discover where to go
Here in the Midwest.
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Here's To The Women
©
1983 Sally Fingerett
GREEN FINGERS
MUSIC, BMI
Here's to the women who raised me kindly
Sparred the rod and spoiled my blindly
Here's to the women who gave me soul
Great gosh'tall mighty they should only know
What I'm doing, when I'm doing, what I do.
Here's to the women who gave me grace
Style and beauty and a virgin's face
Here's to the virgins who come and go
Great gosh'tall mighty they should only know
What I'm doing, when I'm doing, what I do.
It don't matter what I do
It don't matter who I do it to
Cause I don't stop till I'm through
With what I'm doing
When I'm doing what I do.
Here's to the boy, my first lover
Said I could sing like no other
I'd be good enough for the Ted Mack show
Great gosh'tall mighty he should only know
What I'm doing, when I'm doing what I do.
Here's to the man who calls me sweety
He's big and strong, eats his Wheaties
He loves the way I sing and dance
No other woman stands a chance
When I'm doing, when I'm doing what I do.
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My Famous Bed
©
1983 Sally Fingerett
GREEN FINGERS
MUSIC, BMI
My famous bed has known the best of the lovers
Brando and Gable of the great silver screen
I'd be so graceful they'd be ragged and rugged
My secret idols of harlequin dreams
CHORUS
And they'd gather around me and dance in my night
On slivers of moonlight they'd rock me to sleep
And there in the darkness, out from under their madness
They'd silently help me to find my way home.
In my holy bed I would pray to the Gospel
Jesus and David, Peter and Paul
And even those traitors that I somewhat believed in
I prayed for no reason I trusted them all
CHORUS
My empty bed once sheltered a young blood
Hungry and restless beyond his time
He was out for the dealing bewitched by the danger
That loving a stranger is not always kind.
But he gathered around me and danced in my night
On slivers of moonlight rocked me to sleep
And there in the darkness, we made love to our madness
And silently, peacefully, quietly
We found our way home.
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Ask Any Mermaid You Happen To See
©
1983 Sally Fingerett
GREEN FINGERS
MUSIC, BMI
Out on the ocean, up on the high deck
Under a clear sky, sunburn, and wanting more
I'm sorry I've never done this before
Isn't it crazy I'm not even seasick
It's up with the sails out with your laughter
It's the freedom you're after
I think I'll go and find me some men.
CHORUS:
Talk like a sailor, act like a sailor
Brag and boast and tie on a big one
& like the waves we'll all go
Dancing, rolling, crashing
Down to the shore, Oh look at me
I'm out on the sea, it's such a wonder
I've fallen under a mermaids spell
The smell of the ocean,
Everyone's hungry, cast out your lines,
Down with your fishing pole
What could you possible catch
In a net with those holes
Pardon me captain you must be mistaken
You chop their head off
I'll do the pots and pans, good lord
We'll fry them up as soon as we can.
The sun's taken off, music's the ransom
I've got the squeezebox,
Who's got the mandolin, I think
The time is right to find me some men
CHORUS
Sing like a sailor, act like . .
(Repeat Verse 1)
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Rock-A-Line, Carolina
©
1983 Sally Fingerett
GREEN FINGERS
MUSIC, BMI
(CHORUS)
Rock-a-line, Caroline
Rock-a-line, Caroline
Your daddy was a lonely man
His treasures scarce and small
The whistle of the Rock-a-line
Was the final call.
CHORUS
See that sun a dancing
On the break waves of the sea
That's the kind of lovin'
Your daddy gave to me.
CHORUS
And even though he left us here
I love you Caroline
We'll dance across those breaking
Waves for all the rest of time.
CHORUS
The whistle of the Rock-a-line
Sounded way too soon
We just began a shining star
We'd raise beside the moon
CHORUS
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The Red Man
(Dedicated to Red Skelton)
© 1983 Sally Fingerett
GREEN FINGERS
MUSIC, BMI
Come Tuesday, I would dream away
Right through a school day, it was a fool's day for me
Come Tuesday, we'd have dinner at half past six,
Wrap the foil on the antennae get the TV fixed
To watch the Red Man, we'd watch the Red Man
Oh mama, please let me stay up late
Kaddidlehopper just found the bar
Mama I want to be a star
Wanna make 'em laugh
I wanna make the people laugh
Just like the Red Man
Come Tuesday, I'd ignore the ringing of the
phone,
I'm never home when I'm with the Red Man
Come Tuesday, I'd remember all I'd hear
I'd practice in the mirror
To be the Red Man, just like the Red Man.
Oh mama, please let me stay up late
Kaddidlehopper just drank the bar
Mama I want to be a star
Wanna make 'em laugh
I wanna make the people laugh
Just like the Red Man
Last Tuesday, I had a fitful dream
There was no Red Man, there was no laughter anymore
And all the babies lately being born
Would never know the clown, or the love that went down
Come Tuesday.
Oh mama, please let me stay up late
Kaddidlehopper just left the bar
Mama I want to be a star
Wanna make 'em laugh
I wanna make the people laugh
Just like the Red Man
Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight
And may God Bless, Red Man.
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Play For Them
©
1983 Sally Fingerett
GREEN FINGERS
MUSIC, BMI
Tourist attractions attract him
The tourists are ready to spend, so he
Plays for them, right on the street he
Sings to them, you know he'd like to
Talk to them, oh no he's only there to
Play for them.
For change or a bill, give what you will
While he plays for them.
Pretty women passing by
Flowers in skirts he laughs, he's high while he
Plays for them, right on the street he
Sings to them, you know he'd like to
Talk to them, oh no he's only there to
Play for them.
For a smile or a wink, he knows what they think
while he plays for them.
His pals come by to sympathize
Request he best with hopeful eyes, while he
Plays for them, right on the street he
Sings to them, you know he'd like to
Talk to them, oh no he's only there to
Play for them.
But at dinner tonight they're gonna
Turn up the lights and he'll play for them.
His girl back home in Kansas City,
Cries but never tells where he
Plays for them, right on the street he
Sings to them, she wonders does he
Talk to them, oh no he's only there
To play for them.
She knows he'll return a little
Wounded and burned 'cause he played for them.
I'd like to ask if we could meet
When he gets his act off this heartless street where he
Plays for them, right on the street he
Sings to them, you know, I'd like to
Talk to him, oh no, he's only there to play for them.
We don't know his name, but I guess that's the game
When you play for them.
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Wild Berries
©
1983 Sally Fingerett
GREEN FINGERS
MUSIC, BMI
A young girl on the highway stranded in the
snow
December south of Cleveland, Ohio.
I'm stopping out of pity for a stranger I don't know
Just a young girl on the highway, like me so long ago.
I check my rearview mirror and I'm taken by surprise
By silver studded strands of hair in the bangs around my eyes,
Oh, my eyes.
She's frail but she is handsome just 19 or so.
Dropping out of Antioch and drifting like the snow
On her way to Boston to make dinner for some friends
"Guess to where I'm off to next" she said "India. . .
. . like the wind I'm off and running, I'm alone there is no race"
I saw a silver studded diamond pin and a smile upon her face,
Oh, her face . . it said:
CHORUS
Come with me, go with me
We will be free birds again
You'll see, just like me,
We will be free birds and when
You fly there's no time only
Your wings and your free.
She speaks of her adventures, Alaska and the
ice
Wild berries on a doorstep in springtime paradise.
I'm off to the city to window shop downtown
I make a little money like a slave it ties you down, but this
Spirit right beside me she's off to see the world
And my silver studded memory longs to be just like this girl,
Just like this girl. . . she says:
CHORUS
Come with me, go with me
My free bird generation's come and gone, what's
left behind
But a young girl on the highway, the last berry on the vine
Our lost forgotten causes lie deep within her eyes,
Where berries grow on doorsteps there in paradise,
And I look into her garden, I see myself upon that vine
I see silver studded dew that falls on berries lost in time
Lost in time:
CHORUS
Come with me, go with me.
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