Lyrics:
I’m gonna call up a talk show
I’m gonna give ‘em a piece
I don’t give a damn about Iran
Or the Middle East
Though they’ve been fightin’ for about two thousand years, you see
And we send billions to Mexico and Zimbabwe
Well, I think it’s time for America to watch her own store
So here is my question to everyone
Who is taking care of number one?
New Hampshire got it right, live free or die
Don’t tread on us and tell us how to run our lives
No matter where you go
Everyone would like to know
Can Washington D.C. mind the store?
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I've suffered a great wrong
Such hatred, Church's song
Part One: Spectre v. Rector
The Rector lived in Hampshire
The Spectre was not focussed on
The evil dust in the air.
The Rector locked his doors
An Inspector drives through Hampshire
Has to sleep because of the fog
And thinks of his new director.
They slowly back away from him
At best he's very interesting
His brushes with success were just an accident
No one likes New Hampshire Man
Broken-hearted old man of New Hampshire
Flower-sniffing poet of New Hampshire
Charming witty drunk
Gate-crashing parasite
Self-pitying, embittered, morose New Hampshire Man
Woman wonders, "Who's your itchy friend?"
Our glorious leader just got back
From China and Japan
Where he gave away our job
Put us down and sold out our plans
Well people here at home are tired
Of fail programs and loans
I believe they're ready to change all
This stuff that's going on
Yeah, it's time for Americans to
Mind their own store
And here is my question for everyone
Who is taking care of number one?
New Hampshire got it right, live free or die
Don't tread on us and try to run our lives
Now it don't matter where you go
Everybody would like to know
Can Washington DC run a store?
There are songs about Montana,
And New York and Indiana,
But the song the nation patiently awaits
Is the song I now will bring you,
As I clear my throat and sing you
A love song to the whole United States
(I love you)
District of Columbia, New Hampshire, Massachusetts,
Alabama, South Dakota, North Dakota, Minnesota,
Oklahoma, West Virginia,
California, Georgia, Texas, Maine
Mississippi, Washington, South Carolina, Arkansas,
North Carolina, Tennessee, Louisiana, Iowa,
Nevada, Kansas, Arizona,
Colorado, Michigan
New Jersey
New York, New Mexico
Ohio, Illinois
Missouri, Indiana and Montana
Nebraska!
The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain! Henry
In Hartford, Hereford, and Hampshire?
Eliza Hurricanes hardly happen.
How kind of you to let me come! Henry
Now once again, where does it rain?
The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain!
In Hartford, Hereford, and Hampshire...?
Hurricanes hardly happen.
How kind of you to let me come!
Now once again, where does it rain?
Trace paper fly onward
Trace paper fly onward
Wake, city's too high
City's too high-up
Kill us your scumbag youths
Kill us your scumbag youths
Youths
Johnny winter
Johnny winter no-show
B.B. King just turns on
The New Hampshire boys
Steve and Joe
They're gonna lead on
They're doin' it for life
On my body got who has
Decimitated gone with that?
Or just twenty thousand people standing in a field
And I don't quite understand just what this feeling is
But that okay cos we're all sorted out for E's and Wizz
And tell me when the spaceship lands
Cause all this has just got to mean something
[Chorus]
In the middle of the night
It feels alright but then tomorrow morning
Oh oh when you come down
Oh yeah the pirate radio told us what was going down
Got the tickets from some fucked up bloke in Camden Town
And no one seems to know exactly where it is
But that's okay, cos we're all sorted out for E's and Wizz
At 4 0'clock the normal world seems very very very far away
Hey hey
[Chorus]
Just keep on moving
Everybody asks your name they say we're all the same
And now it's "Nice one, Geezer"-and that's far the conversation went
I lost my friends, I dance alone, it's 6 o'clock, I wanna go home
But it's no way not today, makes you wonder what it meant
And the hollow feeling grows and grows and grows and grows
And you wanna call your mother and say,
"Mother, I can never come home again because I seem to have left
An important part of my brain somewhere in a field in Hampshire."
Alright
[Chorus]
Oh oh when you come down
Oh what if you never come down?
And I don't quite understand just what this feeling is
But that's okay 'cause we're all sorted out for E's and wizz
And tell me when the spaceship lands 'cause all this has just got to mean something-ing
Oh, in the middle of the night
It feels alright, but then tomorrow morning
Oh, oh, then you come down, oh
Oh yeah, the pirate radio told us what was going down
Got the tickets from some fucked up bloke in Camden Town
Oh, and no-one seems to know exactly where it is
But that's okay 'cause we're all sorted out for E's and wizz
At four o'clock the normal world seems very, very, very far away
All right
In the middle of the night
It feels alright, but then tomorrow morning
Oh, oh, then you come down, oh
Just keep on moving
Everybody asks your name, they say we're all the same and now it's
"Nice one," "geezer"
But that's as far as the conversation went
I lost my friends, I dance alone
It's six o'clock, I want to go home
But it's "no way," "not today"
Makes you wonder what it meant
And this hollow feeling grows and grows and grows and grows
And you want to call your mother
And say "mother, I can never come home again
'Cause I seem to have left an important part of my brain somewhere
Somewhere in a field in Hampshire, all right"
In the middle of the night
It feels alright, but then tomorrow morning
Oh, oh, then you come down
Oh, oh, then you come down
Oh, what if you never come down?
And I don't quite understand just what this feeling is
But that's okay 'cause we're all sorted out for E's and wizz
And tell me when the spaceship lands 'cause all this has just got to mean something-ing
Oh, in the middle of the night
It feels alright, but then tomorrow morning
Oh, oh, then you come down, oh
Oh yeah, the pirate radio told us what was going down
Got the tickets from some fucked up bloke in Camden Town
Oh, and no-one seems to know exactly where it is
But that's okay 'cause we're all sorted out for E's and wizz
At four o'clock the normal world seems very, very, very far away
All right
In the middle of the night
It feels alright, but then tomorrow morning
Oh, oh, then you come down, oh
Just keep on moving
Everybody asks your name, they say we're all the same and now it's
"Nice one," "geezer"
But that's as far as the conversation went
I lost my friends, I dance alone
It's six o'clock, I want to go home
But it's "no way," "not today"
Makes you wonder what it meant
And this hollow feeling grows and grows and grows and grows
And you want to call your mother
And say "mother, I can never come home again
'Cause I seem to have left an important part of my brain somewhere
Somewhere in a field in Hampshire, all right"
In the middle of the night
It feels alright, but then tomorrow morning
Oh, oh, then you come down
Oh, oh, then you come down
Oh, what if you never come down?
Alabama, Alaska, Arizona, Arkansas, California, Colorado, Connecticut;
Delaware, Florida, Georgia, Hawaii, Idaho, Illinois, Indiana;
Iowa, Kansas, Kentucky, Louisiana, Maine, Maryland, Massachusetts, Michigan;
Minnesota, Mississippi, Missouri, Montana, Nebraska, Nevada;
New Hampshire, New Jersey, New Mexico, New York, North Carolina,
North Dakota, Ohio;
Oklahoma, Oregon, Pennsylvania, Rhode Island, South Carolina, South Dakota, Tennessee, Texas;
Utah, Vermont, Virginia, Washington, West Virginia, Wisconsin, Wyoming
North, south, east, west, in our calm, objective opinion,
(Name of home state) is the best of the
Fifty nifty United States from thirteen original colonies,
Shout 'em, scout 'em, Tell all about 'em,
One by one till we've given a day to ev'ry state in the good old
U_______S__________A_________.
I'm going to call up a talk show
I'm going to give them a piece
I don't give a damn about Iran
Or the Middle East
Though they've been fighting for
About 2000 years
And we send billions to Mexico and Zimbabwe
Well, I think it's time for America
To watch her own store
So here is my question to everyone
Who is taking care of number one?
New Hampshire got it right, live free or die
Don't sit on us and tell us
How to run our lives no matter where you go
Everyone would like to know
Can Washington DC mind her store?
The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plane
I think he's got it, I think he's got it
The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plane
By George, he's got it, by George he's got it
Now once again, where does it rain, on the plane, on the plane
And where's that soggy plane in Spain, in Spain
The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plane
The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plane
The rain in Spain
In Hartford, Headoford, and Hampshire
Hurricanes hardly happen
How kind of you to let me go
Now once again, where does it rain, on the plane, on the plane
And where's the bastard plane in Spain, in Spain
The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plane
The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plane
Again, where does it rain, on the plane, on the plane
And where's that blasted plane in Spain, in Spain
The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plane
The rain in Spain
The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plane
The rain in Spain
The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plane
And this hollow feeling grows and grows and grows and grows,
And you want to phone your mother and say,
"Mother, I can never come home again,
'cause I seem to have left an important part of my brain somewhere,
Somewhere in a field in Hampshire."
Alright.
In the middle of the night,
It feels alright,
But then tomorrow morning.
Oh then you come down.
The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain!
In Hartford, Hereford, and Hampshire...?
Hurricanes hardly happen.
How kind of you to let me come!
Now once again, where does it rain?
I left my anger in a river running highway 5
New hampshire, vermont, bordered by
College farms, hubcaps, and falling rocks
Voices in the woods and the mountaintops
I used to search for reservations and native lands
Before I realized everywhere I stand
There have tribal feet running wild as fire
Some past life sister of my desire
[Chorus]
Jonas and Ezekiel hear me now
Steady now and don't come out
I'm not ready for the dead to show it's face
Whose turn is it anyway?
She doesn't know me by name
But I know everything about her
She likes to work in her rose garden
And vacation in New Hampshire
She gets him every holiday
And every Sunday afternoon
By eight she tucks his babies in
I know she loves him like I do
And I've wanted to call her so many times
But I never found the nerve
She gets what I deserve
Ooh, yeah
It's not the way that I planned
Just the right man, the wrong time
Even the moments he's holding me
I know he's not really mine
When I peer into the windows
of the home I've torn apart
I can't help but wonder
Whatever happened to my heart
Such an uninvited lesson
I never meant to learn
She gets what I deserve
I can't whitewash my excuses
I can't cover up the stain
I can't give back what I've taken
I should be the one to bare the pain
I just pray that God forgives me
For what I've done to her
She gets what I deserve
i left my anger in a river running highway five
New Hampshire Vermont border by
college farms, hubcaps, and falling rocks
voices in the woods and the mountains tops
i used to search for reservations and native lands
before i realized everywhere i stand
there have been tribal feet running wild as fire
some past life sister of my desire
jonas and ezekial hear me now
steady now don't come out
i'm not ready for the dead to show its face
whose turn is it anyway?
Here I sit outside the window
Longing to be asked inside
Until someone sees
Being polite
Though scared to death
They let me in
Woman wonders who's your itchy friend
Woman says, "I thought he was with you"
Woman says, "I thought he was with you"
They slowly back away from him
At best he's very interesting
His brushes with success were just an accident
No one likes New Hampshire man
Broken-hearted old man of New Hampshire
Flower-sniffing poet of New Hampshire
Charming witty drunk
Gate-crashing parasite
Self-pitying, embittered
Morose New Hampshire man
Woman wonders who's your itchy friend
Woman says, "I thought he was with you"
Woman says, "I thought he was with you"
They slowly back away from him
At best he's very interesting
His brushes with success were just an accident
No one likes New Hampshire man
No one likes New Hampshire man
Albert, he goes west
He crossed the vast indifferent deserts of Arizona
He had a psychotic episode on a dude ranch
That involved a bottle of ammonia
Henry, he went south and lost his way
Deep in the weeping forests of the vulva
He grew so wan, he grew so sick
He ended up in a bungalow sucking a revolver
The light upon your rainy streets
Offers many reflections
I won't be held responsible
For my actions
Bobby, he goes north, then he goes east
Then over to New Hampshire
Bobby is a cautious man
He walked into a Concord dive to drink a beer
Do you wanna dance?
He's losing it just a bit.
When I get home tonight I'll miss him in Hampshire. yeah!
His glasses and the way he writes in purple pen, the way his collar falls to the left.
Alabama
Alaska
Arizona
Arkansas
California
Colorado
Connecticut
Delaware
Florida
Georgia
Hawaii
Idaho
Illinois
Indiana
Iowa
Kansas
Kentucky
Louisiana
Maine
Maryland
Massachusetts
Michigan
Minnesota
Mississippi
Missouri
Montana
Nebraska
Nevada
New Hampshire
New Jersey
New Mexico
New York
North Carolina
North Dakota
Ohio
Oklahoma
Oregon
Pennsylvania
Rhode Island
South Carolina
South Dakota
Tennessee
Texas
Utah
Vermont
Virginia
Washington
West Virginia
Wisconsin
Wyoming
New Hampshire
we will go to state
New Hampshire
are we going?
New Hampshire
we will go and city
New Hampshire
are we going?
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