Macho City
Macho City
Macho City
Macho City (Macho City)

Welcome to the entertainment
Here now are the facts (Macho City)
Presented by reporters
Wearing macho slacks (Macho City)

All around the world
The message is hot and smoking (Macho City)
Would you like to see the future
Nobody’s joking (Macho City)

Velcro people with
X-Ray sight (Macho City)
Will be making judgements
About what’s wrong and what’s right (Macho City)

Politicians and lawyers
All know what it means (Macho City)
They’ll be keeping it all legal
With political visquine

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Macho City

As time marches
Through the ages
Macho men always
Shooting up history’s pages

Taking over this (ooh)
Taking over that (ooh)
Macho men always
Where it’s at

El Salvador
Afghanistan (Macho City)
Ask those people
About the macho plan (Macho city)

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Talking about
Zombie servants
Mystic mud
Silver bullets
Head green ton stud
Black cat bone
The heebee-jeebees
John the Conqueroo’s personal voodoo keys

Way over yonder
Over on yonder’s wall
Looks like Macho Man’s
Headed for a big fall

How can Macho Man
Heal his soul
Will powerful root man
Let him go

I was down in Nashville just payin’ my dues
Headed for Ohio when I read the news
‘Bout the people demonstrating ‘gainst the President’s views
Four were shot down by the National Guard troops
Just like Uncle Sam I put on my fighting shoes
School shot down cause there’s no more to lose
Now we’re headed to D.C. two by twos
Cause those low down, profound, killin’ four blues

Lookin’ for my Congressman to make it well known
But the politicians already won’t answer his telephone
Making in his office while they’re shooting kids down at home
Worried about the voters but he won’t be worried long

Silent majority still glued to the tube
Say CIA ain’t lookin’, FBI come unglued
Shot some more in Jackson just to show the world what they can do
While we’re marching to D.C. cause there’s too much to do

Give peace a chance
Give peace a chance
There’s no turnin’ back my friend
There’s no turnin’ back

When the President said that the tear gas is gone
The army’s pulled out leavin’ blood on the ground
The streets are empty and the crying’s died down
You can be President if no one’s around
Just like Kow Kow, you’ve heard it before
Get back gangster, don’t you open that door
Space Cowboy’s back to tell you the score
Nothing any good is gonna come from a war
Got those low down, profound, killin’ four blues

Give peace a chance
Give peace a chance
Give peace a chance

There’s Frank James and Jesse James
Billy the Kid and all the rest
Supposed to be some bad cats
Way out in the West

If those cats could of dug me
And my gangster ways
They would have hung up their guns
And dug into their graves

Cause I’m a gangster
A gangster of love
I’m a gangster
A gangster of love
Now look here
When I go into a bar
Girls from near and far
Say I’m a gangster
A gangster of love

I jumped in my white horse Cadillac
I rode across the border line
I roped 55 girls
I kissed them all the same time
Took 25 or 30, put ’em all on a freight
There was a million dollar reward for me in each and every state
Sheriff says is your name Stevie “Guitar” Miller in a very deep voice
And I said yes sir brother sheriff, and that’s your wife on the back of my horse
I can’t help it
I’m a gangster
I can’t help it
You know, I’m a gangster

Crowd: Jungle Love! Jungle Love! Jungle Love!
Steve: You know you can’t have everything you want, now. You have to leave ’em wantin’ something. (Maniacal laughter)

Well, see, C. C. Rider
Just see what you have done
Lord, Lord, Lord
C. C. Rider, see what you have done
Well, you made me love you
And now I got to move on

Well, I’m goin’
Goin’ away, baby
Yeah, and I won’t be back until fall
Yeah, I’m goin’ away, baby
Won’t be back until fall
And if I find me a good gig
I might not be back at all

Spoken:

Steve: Oh, Bobby, I wonder if you know what I’m talkin’ about.

(Sax Solo)

Steve: Mr. Bobby Mallach

Steve: Believe it’s time to go over to the doctor. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, it’s true. We have a doctor of philosophy in the band and whenever we, we need the answer, we have to go over to talk to Dr. Sidran, our musical director. Are you in tonight, doctor?

Ben Sidran: I am in, yes, the doctor is ready.

Steve: Will you take the case?

Ben: I will take the case, it’s an interesting case.

Steve: Okay, thank you.

(Piano Solo)

Steve: I feel much better thank you. Mr. Ben Sidran, Dr. Sidran. Yeah. Courage.

Ben: Courage, forward.

Steve: Well, we want to thank you, ladies and gentlemen, you’ve been a great audience and we have enjoyed playing for you. We want to remind you that we will be back this summer, and we will play Jungle Love then. And we’ll probably be playing something new. We want to give you something to think about, and we hope you’ll come along with us while we think about it, too. Happy Holidays everybody.

Well, I’m gonna get me
Get me a pistol
Just about as long as I am tall
Gonna get me a pistol
Just about as long as I am tall
I’m gonna shoot my agent
And then I’ll catch that cannonball