Usual Jive

Track 1 - Smoke'em if You Got'em
Music/Lyrics: Scheller
MP3 (Download - 4.1 M)

You never knew what it was like
To be wrapped up oh so tight
You've got smooth moves, but don't use them right
Nothing to do, another fruitless night

Who's the man hidden behind that mask?
Seems to be what they always ask
You keep them wondering what's really true
Like a mystery without a clue

All dressed up from head to toe
But what's inside oh they don't know
A lonely life for you my friend
Unless you open the door and let her in

Just smoke 'em if you got 'em
Work her till the break of dawn
If she don't give in don't flip your lid
Pour another glass of charm
Just smoke 'em if you got 'em
Only fools pass up the chance
To lure that dove to be your love
On a lifelong one way pass

It's been a long, hard road for you
Tipping back another just to kill the blues
You got the mood, the time, and the girl in your sight
But you just can't seem to get it right
 
 

Track 2 - Lined Up For Love
Music: Scheller - Lyrics: Scheller/Ache

Too hot to keep a distance
Too cold to get up close
You better hold back pretty baby
With all the lies you chose
Lined up for love
Mere fools at best
So just take a number Jack
And head to the back

Pent up little girl
Oh you'll never know
How you tear these boys up
And hurt them so
Yeah ring-a-ding dame
They always say
You pull them in and walk right away
You're too hot, too cold, and they're sold
Lined up for love

Wound up little girl
How'd I ever catch your eye
Could you save me just one slow dance
And don't ask why
So it be said I dropped my pride
No room to talk
No room to hide
You're too hot, too cold, and I'm sold
Lined up for love

Now I'm tied up by you girl
And you'll never know
How you tore my heart up
And hurt me so
Ring-a-ding dame I'll always say
You reeled me in and walked right away
Too hot, too cold, and babe I was sold
'Cause I took my place
Lined up for love
 
 

Track 3 - Deadbeat Friday Night
Music: Scheller - Lyrics: C.Brown
We hop in the old beat up Datsun
White, tattered, and rusted holes
Both doors slam as the passengers hop in
We're looking for a place to go
Driving down the road oh so fast
Radio blaring, cigarette in hand
This country road winds into itself
And now the boys must reap this land

'Cause there's a party, but we don't know where it is
And there's a baby doll waiting just for me
Lookout dirty windows for any sign of life
Me and my boys we're gonna have some fun
On this Deadbeat Friday night

I got a white button down with a pack in the pocket
Looking good, sporting just the right clothes
I got a wad filling up my wallet
A forty on my knee and a stogy to blow

Well there's a party, and I know it's just ahead
Call me optimistic but I won't be alone in bed
When I see my baby I know I'll be all right
'Cause god damn we're gonna have some fun
on this Deadbeat Friday night
 
 

Track 4 - Usual Jive
Music: Scheller - Lyrics: Scheller/Ache
A year ago I met a man
Short red hair and a salesman tan
He told me a tale about this little chirp
Who got a hold of his heart
And threw it down in the dirt

Well, oh late night about quarter to one
I called my babe, we're gonna have some fun
But she's messing around
Oh that girl's on the run

Yeah bad moon and a cloudy sky
I'm not buying in, to shady a lie
'Cause she's laying tracks
Oh with some other guy

Cheap tricks, Usual Jive
Same old, Usual Jive
I sank deep as blue
On a casual dive

Yeah, she was uptight, but what a beautiful dame
But she blew me off, no pennies for pain
That girl's old new
Oh baby, it's all the same
 
 

Track 5 - Big Bess
Written by McRae/Gladstone
MP3 (Download - 2.3 M)

Big Bess from Key West
Big Bess from Key West
She's fine, she's fine, she's fine, she's mine all mine

She's a rock and roll mama, weighs 302
She's a lot of woman and loving too
She's got the kind of kisses that are hard to find
And oh Miss Conner, she's mine all mine

Well Bess gotta place called the Tick Tock
Where they eat ice cream and drink soda pop
They play high class music from 2 to 4
And than they cha-cha-cha till their feet get sore

She sells fish and chips and frog legs too
The coffee's so strong it makes you hifty-hoo
Keep rocking and a rolling until the break of dawn
When the sun comes up you keep rocking on
 
 

Track 6 - Two Shots of Hard Love
Music: Scheller - Lyrics: Ache
Down at the Snake Pit, way out on Sunset
That's the little place where me and my baby met
Back then things were swell, but they're changing nowadays
We're playing silly games in all those other ways

Night out with the good old boys, hey babe so long
I comb my hair and sharpen my claws and whistle a little song
That girl I see, well I think see suits my taste
I walked right up and said hello, and got a slap across the face

She gave me two shots
Two shots of hard love
And baby, you gotta relax
She gave me two shots
Two shots of hard love
And sugar, down the hatch

So I'm single now, yeah I'm free again
Fooling 'round these foolish bars flashing my pearly grin
I guess I'll settle for less, but hey what else is new
Honey I see nothing more in waiting 'round for you
 
 

Track 7 - The Goodlife
Music: Scheller - Lyrics: Scheller/Ache
MP3 (Download - 3.7 M) 

Come see the colors of fun
On sandy shores out under the sun
Morning to night we're pushing the beat
Keeping cool despite the heat

Kickback baby for a nice view
Ladies all around with nothing to do
Stiff margarita in my hand
And under my feet, the burning sand

'Cause it's one hundred degrees in the shade
And if tonight I'm a lucky one, I'll get you to stay
But in the morning if I wake up without you by my side
Well it won't matter, I know I'm living the Goodlife

Blue Chips, broads, booze, and hots
Slow down baby? I'd rather not
'Cause morning to night we'll be pushing the beat
Keeping cool despite the heat

Living it hot, living it now, living it good
And showing you how
 
 

Track 8 - A Wee Bit Gloomy
Music: Scheller/Kloske/Pratt - Lyrics: Scheller/Ache
  MP3 (Download - 4.8 M)

Hurry up and wait 
The story of my life
Cloudy shades of fate
Have claimed my lovely wife
And I swear you can see me through
I lost my tired heart
I'm driving me insane
And tearing me apart

I'm just a wee bit gloomy
Every single night
I'm just a wee bit gloomy
Trembling deep inside
Nowhere left to hide
Can't I make things right
'Cause I'm sick and tired of losing that fight

Concrete jungle town
Looms above my head
Monsters in my closet 
And no baby in my bed
And I swear you can see me through
I lost my tired heart
I'm driving me insane
And tearing me apart

Sun beam, dusty sky
It all seems out of place
So I rubbed my teary eyes 
And I see her pretty face
And I swear you can see me through
I lost my tired heart
I'm driving me insane
And tearing me apart
 
 

Track 9 - Alligator Meat
Written by Joe Swift
MP3 (Download - 2.7 M)
Alligator
Alligator Meat
Alligator 
Alligator Meat is really all reet

Hurry waiter
'Cause I wanna eat
Alligator
Alligator Meat is really all reet

You take a big slab of gator
You slap it on a big piece of bread
Salt will make it better
Go ahead, go ahead, take a big bite of bread

Hey waiter!
Waiter!
How 'bout some Alligator Meat!
 
 

Track 10 - Fat Jake's Dominion
Music: Matt Hefner - Lyrics: Scheller/Ache

Needless to say it was back in the day
I was big, rolling dice, any girl I could entice
The night always sang as I spoke the slang
Of Tony's old gang and ran my own gig

Fought tooth and nail but never left a trail
Strutting high in the dark to settle a score of 3rd and Park
Just a bunch of kids thrown out on the skids
And when troubles found we'd start having fun

So Iron Fist it's time to get pissed
I don't want your opinion
When it all comes 'round we start to throw down
In Fat Jake's Dominion

I said jab, jab and hook
Just a snake fighting the mongoose
Jab, jab and hook
Hitting hard and knocking teeth loose

Now Big Fat Jake, he was quite a fake
The big bully of 8th street 
And I'm tired of getting my ass beat
I've worn too much blood for one diamond stud
Twelve years of age and I'm pent up with rage

I'll seal my fate 'cause it's getting late
On my cheek, a scar for life, 
A victim of that bloody knife
But I'll come out a swinging 
Till that dinner bells a ringing
And always roll my sleeves as high as I please 
  
 
Track 11 - Steel City Swinger
Music: Scheller/Hild - Lyrics: Ache
Gather 'round my children 
A little story I have for you
No chain of yours I'm pulling
Just a tale of crime or two

Look out Sammy Sandman
Long face and cloudy mind
Brewing in a hot pan
Cold blood he will confide

He's not a friend you'd want to trust
He's not a friend indeed
Avoid him now if you must
But please, please, please
Don't concede

To that Steel City Swinger
Pouring hot and rolling cold
Straight from the slag pit
Follow suit he was not told
A Steel City Screwball
Heart of coal and wicked grin
No coke for candy
Just a bowl of healthy sin

Here comes Rebel Randy
A roughneck filled with greed
A brown bag of brandy 
And a tale of bloody creed

He played taps for Tommy 
Upon his troubled brow
There's no crying mommy 
When your brother shoots you down
 
 

Track 12 - Gee!
Written by Timmie Rogers
Gee you look so fine
Gee you should be mine
Gee you're how I get by
Gee you sure are right

Gee like cherry pie
Gee I hope to die
Gee and that's no lie
Sure look good to me

My my goodness gracious
You thrill me bodacious
You're my admiration
Like a swinging king when he starts to swing

Gee what's the matter with me
Gee I'm in love you see
Gee can't we agree
Oh 1,2,3, you and me

Oh Gee
Oh Gee
 
 

Track 13 - Hey You, Hey Love
Music: Scheller/Hild - Lyrics: Scheller/Ache

Hey you, hey love
Little one why ya' feeling down
Hey you, hey love
I'll pick you and spin you 'round
I've seen that face before my dear
It hurts to see you cry

Hey you, hey love
Let it all out, come laugh with me
Hey you, hey love
If you fall, I'll catch, you'll see
Just smile my friend there's nothing to fear
Ignore that stormy sky

Hey you, hey love
Your softy hands, a tear or two, hey love
Hey you, hey you, hey love
 
 

Track 14 - Double Cross
Music: Greg Hild/J. Jackson - Lyrics: Ache

The gig was up, all eyes were turned
Let's blow this joint, let the powder burn
The safe is dry, lets take a loss
Sounds to me like a Double Cross
A sirens roar, I heard a shout
I told my boys, HEY HEY, scram out
The Man is near, it's time to go
Better take it on the heel and toe

The lead was thick, indeed a jam
The iron was shot, no wheels to scram
I squeezed my fist, I made a move
Let's fire it up, got nothing to prove

If I tell you now, what happened then
You'd turn your back on me my friend
The bust went south, we laid them out
Those cops were toast, no love, no doubt

It's a Double Cross, don't trust a soul
Even you my friend could be the mole
A Double Cross, my heart is sore
Yet all is fair in love and war
A Double Cross, left high and dry
Don't tip your mitt, oh me oh my
A Double Cross, no dough in the sack
I'll kill the man who stabbed my back

We made it out, no green to show
We were pissed as hell, out spirits low
Who sold us out, who held the tap
I'll kill the rat who laid this trap

I told my boys it's getting late
We'll reconvene at a later date
I think I know who is to blame
She's a cutie queen and feels no shame

On my mind most every day
I'm lost in love, what can I say
She's held my heart for quite a while 
Blue eyes, nice legs, hot bod, great smile
 
 

Track 15 - T'aint What You Do
Written by Sy Oliver & James "Trummy" Young
When I was a kid about half past three
My daddy said "Son, come here to me"
He said things may come and things may go
But this is one thing you ought to know

T'aint what you do
It's the way that you do it
T'aint what you do
It's the way that you do it
T'aint what you do
It's the way that you do it
That's what gets me through

T'aint what you do
It's the time that you do it
T'aint what you do
It's the time that you do it
T'aint what you do
It's the time that you do it
That's what gets me through

Oh you can try hard
It don't mean a thing
Make it easy, pleasy
Then you'll jive and swing

T'aint what you do
It's the place that you do it
T'aint what you do
It's the place that you do it
T'aint what you do
It's the place that you do it
That's what gets me through

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