Mojo Monkeys Discography:  Swerve On

Swerve On Lyrics

 

tuscaloosa, maybe

 

alabama’s where i got on the bus with you

tuscaloosa’s where you said that you loved me 2

alabama, baby..tuscaloosa, maybe

git on the bus with:somebody new

 

mississippi, oh, lord, i love you too.
warm and fertile like the ma gave birth to you
miiiiiississippi, baby..tuscaloosa, maybe.
git on the bus with: somebody new  

carolina, what a beauty to behold

nothin finer than to have you in the fold

carolina, baby, tuscaloosa, maybe

git on the bus with: somebody new

you know i got a lot of loving,

for everything that’s southern

especially all you southern girls

it’s good to see you grow up

and get on the bus with rosa

welcome to a wide new world

 

louisiana, you got my heart & it’s torn in 2.

lotsa lovin for my laughing lupe loo.

lousiana, baby.. tuscaloosa, maybe

git on the bus with:somebody new

 

corpus christie, you got a body that just won’t quit

curvy long and lovely

topped with a wicked wit

corpus christie, baby

tuscaloosa maybe

get on the bus with:

alabama, louisiana, texarkana, tuscaloosa

get on the bus with

somebody new

 

2 shots

 

gimme one, gimme two, shots of your love

 

i ain’t had no loving for a week and a half

so, i’ll do the shooting, and you do the math

gimme one, gimme two, shots of your love

 

i been traveling baby, for so long

saving up my love for you

i’m unraveling, baby, so come on

i know you been lonely, too

 

i been traveling baby, all alone

11 days out on the road

i’m unraveling, baby, so come on

i’m horny as a billy goat

 

i ain’t had no lovin for a week and a half

so, i’ll do the shooting, dispense with the math

gimme one, gimme two, shots of your love

ven

 

 

get gone

 

there’s bus leaving here at 8:09

just this once, i’m gonna be on time

where it’s going, i don’t care

destination anywhere, i’m gone

tired of being wrong

you know i got to quit

can’t put up with it

it’s been way too long

i’m about to get gone

it may be macon and it might be nome

just as long as its far from home

bakersfield or hackensack

i’m leaving now and i won’t be back cause i’m gone

tired of being wrong

i tried hard to fit

now i’m over it

it’s been way too long

i’m about to get gone

time to roll away the stone

maybe i’m better off alone

i know that said that i’m done before

this time, girl, it’s for sure, that i’m gone

tired of being wrong

i tried hard to fit

now i’m over it

i’m about to get gone

 

 

beat bus driver

hey.. sweet thang, i like the way you move

i been watchin you, while layin down this groove

you haven’t noticed me, so won’t you turn around?

but i know you feel it, this beat i’m layin down

i’m the beat bus driver. i got you rollin now

i’m not gonna rush, but i won’t slow down

 

hey.. good lookin, now i see you looking at me

now we cookin, stirrin up somethin sweet

i got your back babe, and so much more

welcome to the beat bus, so glad you got on board

i’m the beat bus driver. and we rollin now

i’m not gonna rush, but i won’t slow down

 

hey.. i like it, how you burnin up the floor

it’s gettin hot in here, somebody open the door

this bus is rockin, so keep your arms and hands inside

but you can swing that booty, this bus is plenty wide

i’m the beat bus driver. i got you rollin now

i’m not gonna rush, but i won’t slow down

 

 

swerve on

 

papa got his swerve on

he’s got his swerve on

it’s good to see him having fun

papa done put down his gun

and got his swerve on

come on and sing along

papa says “this ain’t how i planned it.

how we got here i just don’t know”

papa there ain’t no understanding

how bout for just one night, let it go

 

papa got his swerve on

he’s got his swerve on

papa’s got a hungry of soul

tempers it with self control

but tonight, he’s going long

come on and swerve along

papa’s got his swerve on

he’s got his swerve on

papa, lay your pain aside

healing takes a lot of time

so get your swerve on

come on and dance along

 

 

all the wrong things

 

been doing all the wrong things for all the right reasons

my heart is on fire but my head is freezing

been drinking holy water from a poison well

go ahead and tell me that i’m going to hell

i’m a little bit odd but i’m about to get even

doing all the wrong things for all the right reasons

 

i know.. i’m out a little too far

but i was rocking like the who for about a half a bar

i know.. i’m ‘bout to end up dead

but i won’t be lonely, all my friends will be there

but in the meantime i don’t care

 

i’m doing all the wrong things for all the right reasons

my heart is on fire but my head is freezing

drinking holy water from a poison well

my sister tells me that i’m going to hell

i’m just a little bit odd but i’m about to get even

doing all the wrong things for all the right reasons

 

i know you think i’m doing it wrong

i’m all revved up in neutral, but not for long

i know you think i ain’t got a prayer

i don’t know where i’m going, but i’m gonna get there

and, in the meantime, i don’t care

i’m doing all the wrong things for all the right reasons

 

 

ride your pony

 

ride your pony, get on your pony and ride

 

we gonna ride:

way out west where the grass is green

california you know what i mean

new york city and detroit too

on to new orleans the home of the blues

 

ride yo pony. get on your pony and ride

 

strap on your pistol

now shoot

 

we gonna ride:

to st. louis where the girls are pretty

atlanta g.a.what a swinging city

got to make chicago that’s for sure

now, move on to baltimore

 

ride yo pony. get on your pony and ride

 

now draw yo pistol

now shoot

 

song for the muse

 

i lay my heart on the line

i lay my pearls before swine

thought i did everything right

i pulled until it was tight

were you too busy for me?

or just feeling hornery

you might have been on the rag

left me holding… an empty bag

did all i thought i should do

thank you, muse. this song is for you.

 

i feel so dumb

when nothing comes

this song is about …nothing

 

put on my sunday school suit

shat, shaved, & shined my shoes

worked my fingers down to the bone

i got all wired and stoned

i went fishing with bait on my hook

got a couple of nibbles, but no fish to cook

you had me climbing the walls

then left me blue in the balls

you’ve been so good in the past

tell you what, you can kiss my ass.

 

sometimes you so kind

to throw me a bone

you string me along

then leave me alone with . . . .. nothing

 

i put my hand to the plough

i tried to milk that cow

i don’t know what else i could do

thank you, muse. this son is for you.

 

when nothing comes, then nothing comes

this song is about nothing

 

 

 

little javelina

 

my my little javalina

every man got to have her

unless he haven’t seen her

she got the suitors lined up

all the way to altadena

but she’s my my my little javalina

 

when she goes down to montebello

all fellas go whoo

she’s got em all hot

up in alhambra, too

the boys from boyle heights,

they all say she’s fine, but

good luck lads… little javelina is mine

 

she’s my my little javelina

 

she got big brown eyes

and blood red lips

she got a wild way of walking

watch her swing those hips

with her betty paige bangs

and her polka dot dress

she drives me wild

 

sometimes i take her to the track

up at santa anita

everybody stop and stare

all the jockeys wanna meet her

down in san gabriel on valley boulevard

the cholos turn their heads

and they stop their cars and say:

my my my little javelina