Randy Newman--Songs: Born Again

Born Again

Release Date: August 1979
Warner Brothers Records 3079-2

Produced by Lenny Waronker and Russ Titelman.

It's Money That I Love

I don't love the mountains
I don't love the sea
I don't love Jesus
He never done a thing for me
I ain't pretty like my sister
Or smart like my dad
Or good like my mama
It's Money That I Love It's Money That
I Love They say that's money Can't buy love in this world But it'll get
you a half-pound of cocaine And a sixteen-year old girl And a great big
long limousine On a hot September night Now that may not be love But it
is all right One, two It's Money That I Love Wanna kiss you Three, four
It's Money That I Love Used to worry about the poor But I don't worry anymore
Used to worry about the black man Now I don't worry about the black man
Used to worry about the starving children of India You know what I say
about the starving children of India ? I say, "Oh mama" It's Money That
I Love It's Money That I Love It's Money That I Love

The Story of a Rock and Roll Band

They were six fine English boys Who knew each other in Birmingham They
bought a drum and guitar Started a rock-roll band And Johnny played little
violin And Bobby Joe played the big violin The one that stands on the floor
They were all in the rock-roll band Their first song sounded like this
Please get me a witness Please get me a witness Right off, they needed
a name Someone said, "How 'bout the Renegades ?" Johnny said, "Well I don't
know. I prefer E.L.O." I love their "Mr. Blue Skies" Almost my favorite
is "Turn to Stone" And how 'bout "Telephone Line"? I love that E.L.O.

Pretty Boy

Have we got a tough guy here? Have we got a tough guy from the street?
And he looks just like that dancing wop In those movies that we've seen
With his cute little chicken shit boots on And his cute little chicken
shit hat And his cute little chicken shit girlfriends Ridin' along in back
What's been happening with you boys? Are you having a nice time on your
trip? All the way from Jersey City And you look pretty as a picture Please
don't hurt no one tonight Please don't break no woman's heart How 'bout
it, you little prick? How 'bout it? Hope we're gonna get the chance To
show you 'round Hope we're gonna get the chance To show you 'round Talk
tough to me, Pretty Boy Tell us all about the mean streets of home Talk
tough to me

Mr. Sheep

Golly, Mister, where you going? You'll be late for work Careful or
you'll drop your briefcase Jesus, what a jerk There he goes Down to the
subway Off to catch the train Too bad for him He forgot his umbrella Poor
Mr. Sheep You're wet Mr. Sheep Walk on, Mr. Sheep Walk on Tell me, how's
your little family? How's your little wife? Are you going to live with
these monsters For the rest of your life? Maybe you got a little girlfriend
Stashed somewhere in town May be you ain't got a little girlfriend Ha ha
ha ha ha Poor Mr. Sheep He's a lonely guy too Walk on Mr. Sheep Walk on
Dance, Mister! Hey, he's doin' OK Oh, oh Oh, he's all right Let him get
up by himself Now I don't want to be too rough And I don't want to be too
mean You're right - This world is awful tough I know exactly what you mean
But I want you to know Exactly how I feel And to tell you the truth Right
now I feel like going I feel like going Baa Baa Mr. Sheep Careful, you're
walking all over your own self now Walk on, Mr. Sheep Walk on, Mr. Sheep
Walk on, Mr. Sheep Walk on

Ghosts

Stay with me for a little while You've nowhere to go And I've nowhere
to go It makes me so happy When you smile At me Work all your life And
you end up with nothing Live in one room like a bum Once I flew in a plane
And I fought in a war We lived in a castle And slept on the floor And I
don't want to be All alone anymore I'm sorry Out in the street There's
little colored kids playing Where my own little boy used to play So I sit
in this chair And I ache with the gout And I talk to myself 'Cause I'm
scared to go out And I just want to know What was it all about I'm sorry

They Just Got Married

Here's an old, old story 'Bout a man and a woman Gone off to California
'Cause they just got married All their friends in Boston Are so very happy
They're dancing in the doorways 'Cause their friends got married He gets
a job Working in a car wash up in Santa Cruz She gets a job Teaching at
a nursery school Oh, they're so nice What's gonna happen to 'em? Soon they
have a little white-haired baby Looks just like his daddy And they're all
real happy A couple of year go by She's going to see the doctor It's just
a regular checkup (oh no) Plus she thinks she might be pregnant Anyway,
she dies And he moves down to Los Angeles Meets a foolish girl with lots
of money Now they're getting married

Spies

Little mama From Japan Sent by her Masters To a foreign land "Go out
with the sailors Hang 'round the dock Get out of the way When the bombs
start to drop" You know she's a... Spy Be careful what you say, boys Spy
She looks just like a schoolgirl Big fat Russian Looks into a buffalo Check
into a dude ranch In New Mexico Nearby in the desert Great scientific minds
Struggle with questions Of Space and Time Watch out for him Spy You can
tell he ain't no cowboy Spy Vhoaaa ! If you love this country And I hope
you do Then listen closely To what I say to you They're in the shipyard
They're in the factory And they might look just like me But they're...
Spies Everywhere you go see 'em Spies They even got 'em in Chicago

The Girls In My Life (Part 1)

Was a little girl Maybe five-foot-two Had the cutest little feet Made
my heart go tweet-tweet Quite a pleasant disposition Then came a pretty
young French girl, mmm Whom I met in Las Vegas When I was there with my
parents Oh my Had a real nice conversation Met a girl at the bakery She
wanted to borrow my car from me She took it down to Mexico Ran over a man
named Juan Then I went to college Met a college girl She lived in the sorority
house Across from the school Got a real fine education Had seven women
on my mind Now I'm married Have a very lovely wife Three cute little boys
It's so nice And that's just half the story Of the girls in my life

Half A Man

This big old queen was standing On the corner of the street He waved
his hanky at me As I went rolling by I pulled the truck up on the sidewalk
And I climbed down from the cab With my tire-chain and my knife As I approached
him He was trembling like a bird I raised the chain above my head He said,
"Please, before you kill me Might I have one final word?" And this is what
he said: "I am but Half A Man, Half A Man I'd like to be a dancer But I'm
much too large Half A Man, Half A Man I'm an object for your pity Not your
rage" Oh, the strangest feeling's sweeping over me Both my speech and manner
have become much more refined I said, "Oh, what is this feeling? What is
wrong with me?" She said, "Girl, it happens all the time "And you are Half
A Man, Half A Man Look, you're walking and you're talking Like a fag."
Half A Man, I am Half A Man Holy Jesus, what a drag

William Brown

William Brown, a tobacco man Left North Carolina when he sold his land
He took a train to Omaha Stayed there with some friends he had And he didn't
mind the dust And he didn't mind the wind And he didn't mind the cold And
he didn't miss home And he liked the people And he liked the town So he
built himself a house beside the river And he sent for his children And
he sent for his cars And he bought himself a little business that would
run itself And he didn't mind the dust And he didn't mind the wind And
he didn't mind the cold And he didn't miss home

Pants

Gonna take off my pants Gonna take off my pants Gonna take off my pants
Gonna take off my pants And your mama can't stop me And your papa can't
stop me And the police can't stop me No one can stop me Gonna do it right
now Gonna do it right now I'm gonna take off my pants Gonna take off my
pants And your teachers can't stop me And your priests can't stop me And
your firemen can't stop me And the President can't stop me Will you take
off my pants? Will you take off my pants?