Music by CAKE
Love You Madly
Take me down
To the very last city
Where the grass is green
And the girls are pretty
Oh, won’t you please take me home
Take me down
To the paradise city
Where the grass is green
And the girls are pretty
Oh, won’t you please take me home
Just an urchin living under the street
I’m a hard case that’s tough to beat
I’m your charity case
So buy me something to eat
I’ll pay you at another time
Take it to the end of the line
Rags to riches or so they say
You got to – keep pushing for the fortune and fame you know
It’s all a gamble when it’s just a game
You treat it like a capital crime
Everybody’s doing their time
Take me down
To the paradise city
Where the grass is green
And the girls are pretty
Oh, won’t you please take me home
Take me down
To the paradise city
Where the grass is green
And the girls are pretty
Take me home
Strapped in the chair of the city’s gas chamber
Why I’m here I can’t quite remember
The surgeon general says it’s hazardous to breathe
I’d have another cigarette but I can’t see
Tell me who you’re going to believe
Take me down
To the paradise city
Where the grass is green
And the girls are pretty
Take me home
Take me down
To the paradise city
Where the grass is green
And the girls are pretty
Oh, won’t you please take me home
So far away (4x)
Captain America’s been torn apart
Now he’s a court jester with a broken heart
He said -
Turn me around and take me back to the start
I must be losing my mind -
“Are you blind?!”
I’ve seen it all a million times
Take me down
To the paradise city
Where the grass is green
And the girls are pretty
Take me home
Take me down
To the paradise city
Where the grass is green
And the girls are pretty
Oh, won’t you please take me home
I want to go
I want to know
Oh, won’t you please take me home
I want to see
Oh, look at me
Oh, won’t you please take me home
Take me down
To the paradise city
Where the grass is green
And the girls are pretty
Take me home
Take me down
To the paradise city
Where the grass is green
And the girls are pretty
Oh, won’t you please take me home
Take me down
Beat me down
Oh, won’t you please take me home
I want to see
Oh, look at me
Oh, won’t you please take me home
I want to see
Boy, I’m going to be mean
Oh, oh take me home
Take me down
To the paradise city
Where the grass is green
And the girls are pretty
Oh, won’t you please take me home
I want to go
I want to know
Oh, won’t you please take me home
Yeah, baby
Yeah
Hank Williams
Move It On Over
Came in last night at half past ten
That baby of mine wouldnt let me in
So move it on over (move it on over)
Move it on over (move it on over)
Move over little dog cause the big dogs moving in
Shes changed the lock on my front door
My door key dont fit no more
So get it on over (move it on over)
Scoot it on over (move it on over)
Move over skinny dog cause the fat dogs moving in
This dog house here is mighty small
But its better than no house at all
So ease it on over (move it on over)
Drag it on over (move it on over)
Move over old dog cause a new dogs moving in
She told me not to play around
But I done let the deal go down
So pack it on over (move it on over)
Tote it on over (move it on over)
Move over nice dog cause a mad dogs moving in
She warned me once, she warned me twice
But I dont take no ones advice
So scratch it on over (move it on over)
Shake it on over (move it on over)
Move over short dog cause the tall dogs moving in
Shell crawl back to me on her knees
Ill be busy scratching fleas
So slide it on over (move it on over)
Sneak it on over (move it on over)
Move over good dog cause a mad dogs moving in
Remember pup, before you whine
That sides yours and this sides mine
So shove it on over (move it on over)
Sweep it on over (move it on over)
Move over cold dog cause a hot dogs moving in
Music by JIMMY BUFFET
Cheeseburger In Paradise
Awesome Food & Music
Escape to Paradise! Cheeseburger In Paradise may be known for great cheeseburgers, but house specialties are inspired by the warm breezes of the Caribbean.
Go overboard for the Mini-Cheeseburgers, Island Chef Salad, St. Barts Citrus Chicken, Chocolate Nachos and an awesome Lil’ Parakeets kids’ menu.
Cheeseburger in paradise. Heaven on earth with an onion slice. Not too particular, not too precise. I’m just a cheeseburger in paradise.
Music by WEIRD AL YANKOVIC
Eat It
How come you’re always such a fussy young man
Don’t want no Captain Crunch, don’t want no Raisin Bran
Well, don’t you know that other kids are starving in Japan
So eat it, just eat it
Don’t want to argue, I don’t want to debate
Don’t want to hear about what kind of food you hate
You won’t get no dessert ’till you clean off your plate
So eat it
Don’t you tell me you’re full
Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Get yourself an egg and beat it
Have some more chicken, have some more pie
It doesn’t matter if it’s boiled or fried
Just eat it, eat it, just eat it, eat it
Just eat it, eat it, just eat it, eat it, ooh
Your table manners are some cryin’ shame
You’re playin’ with your food, this ain’t some kind of game
Now, if you starve to death, you’ll just have yourself to blame
So eat it, just eat it
You better listen, better do what you’re told
You haven’t even touched your tuna casserole
You better chow down or it’s gonna get cold
So eat it
I don’t care if you’re full
Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Open up your mouth and feed it
Have some more yogurt, have some more spam
It doesn’t matter it it’s fresh or canned
Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Don’t you make me repeat it
Have a banana, have a whole bunch
It doesn’t matter what you had for lunch
Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
If it’s gettin’ cold, reheat it
Have a big dinner, have a light snack
If you don’t like it, you can’t send it back
Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Get yourself an egg and beat it (oh lord)
Have some more chicken, have some more pie
It doesn’t matter if it’s boiled or fried
Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Don’t you make me repeat it (oh no)
Have a banana, have a whole bunch
It doesn’t matter what you had for lunch
Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Eat it, get yourself an egg and beat it
As a teenager, Al began sending homemade tapes of his songs to Dr. Demento, a nationally syndicated disc jockey known for playing comedy and novelty music. Demento found a certain charm in the accordion-powered ditties that Al recorded on a cheap cassette player in his own bedroom, and gave him his first airplay. By the time Al graduated from college, he not only had a modest cult following from the good Doctor’s radio show, but he also had a couple of nationally-released singles (“My Bologna” and “Another One Rides The Bus”). In 1982 he signed a deal with Scotti Bros. Records, who went on to release all of his albums through Bad Hair Day (1996). Volcano Records eventually bought Scotti Bros. Records, issuing Running With Scissors and Poodle Hat, and re-releasing Al’s entire catalog on the Volcano/Way Moby label.