funky Tales of the F U N K Y Tales of the funky She said, I know the drummer can you let me in? Tell the guitar player that I brought my friends She
Words and music: jim johnston Engineered by kerry gansburg Electric guitars and solo: jim brammer Drums: jeff wade Things were perfect, you would be
Johnny wanna be a big star get on stage and play the guitar make a little money buy a fancy car a big old house and a alligator just to match with them
Johnny wanna be a big star Get on stage and play the guitar Make a little money, buy a fancy car A big old house and an alligator Just to match with them
to Cindy CHORUS VERSE (Mr. Cheeks) VERSE Well I was sitting By an open fire place In my flavorite dungarees I play a few strums Upon my guitar
of superior members of the female gender... V.I.P V.I.P Of course, when one becomes a V.I.P, One meets other V.I.Ps At social occasions... And one inevitably thinks : "thck ! How shallow
sleeps And I'm the only one and I walk alone I walk alone I walk alone I walk alone I walk a My shadow's the only one that walks beside me My shallow
want to go there too Some day I hope to walk along Heaven's street And I'll still be lookin' for my taco meat And I swear, I hear a steel guitar just
float on (Yeah, I would) Hoo Sad lip hang out on a limb Purple paw pluckin a guitar All string broke except for two Careful chimp, caress the bass Water's only shallow
the loner I've become You're free to whine, it will not get you far I do just fine, my car and my Guitar, guitar go I drift drift drift drift drift
crush on you, baby Baby, if only I could let you know When we spoke, no joke I started shedding slutty girls like snakeskin My collection acquired Through shallow
the instruments? I believe they call this a breakdown, sir I can't have any breakdowns here What if there was an inspector around? Play a guitar solo
know, I'm nowhere near perfection I'm pointing in the wrong direction All I ever seem to do is sit here Playing around with this stupid guitar, guitar
me And I just wrote the third Don't know where I got the inspiration Or how I wrote the words Spent my whole life just digging up My music's shallow
to Cindy CHORUS VERSE (Mr. Cheeks) VERSE Well I was sitting By an open fire place In my flavorite dungarees I play a few strums Upon my guitar And
(feat. Jack Johnson) Johnny wanna be a big star Get on stage and play the guitar Make a little money, buy a fancy car Big old house and an alligator
on you baby, baby! If only I could let you know When we spoke no joke I started shedding slutty girls Like snake skin, my collection Acquired through shallow
just fine, my car and my guitar, and I am done with this. I wanna taste the breeze of every great city, my car and my guitar. You're urgently unfulfilled
