TRACKS

. Mary Queen of Arkansas
. It's Hard to be A Saint In the City
. Growin' Up
. Does This Bus Stop at 82nd Street?
. Bishop Danced
. Santa Ana
. Seaside Bar Song
. Zero and Blind Terry
. Linda Let Me Be the One
. Thundercrack
. Rendezvous
. Give the Girl a Kiss
. Iceman
. Bring on the Night
. So Young and in Love
. Hearts of Stone
. Don't Look Back

Bishop Danced

Bishop danced with a thumbscrew woman
Did a double-quick back flip and slid across the floor
The Catholic traffic flowed freely 'cross the river
And fiddlestick fiddled quick out the front door
Oh baby dumpling, mama's in the back tree
If the bow breaks mama might fall
Little sad and only, baby don't be lonely
Mama knows 'rithmetic, knows how to take a fall
Mama knows 'rithmetic, knows how to take a fall

And the kids are crying, "Flapjacks, make 'em fat, early in the mornin'
Little Jack, grab your hat, hear the breakfast call
Muskrat, bat a cat, kick him in the fireplace
There's someone in the kitchen blowing "Dinah" on their horn
There's someone in the kitchen blowing "Dinah" like they're born

Well maverick daddy got one-eyed bridge
She glides like a monkey-mule kicking on the back slide
Over hill, over hill, daddy don't you spill now
Papa got a switch stick, he's pumping little Bill
Papa got a switch stick, he's pumping little Bill
And Billy, he's crying, "Tomahawk, tomahawk, daddy better duck now"
The Mohawks, the Mohawks, they're still out there in the woods
Monatuk, Ocanuk, runnin' through my dreams now
With fire on their fingertips and Indian screams
With fire on their fingertips and feathers made of moonbeams

Well early in the morning the cannoneer cried
"I seen the sailor's warning in the Western sky"
Well mountain man, if you can, cut me down a fir tree
Branches full of candlesticks for baby and me
And my darling cried, she said, "Honey, the weathervane
Lately it's been pointing the way to heaven"
Scatterbrains, scatterbrains, watch out where you fall
Champage, champagne, a round for all the choir boys
They're busting off the altar chasing Dinah through the hall
They're bustin' off the altar chasing Dinah through the hall

And the kids are crying, "Flapjacks, make 'em fat, early in the mornin'
Little Jack, grab your hat, hear the breakfast call
Muskrat, bat a cat, kick him in the fireplace
There's someone in the kitchen blowing Dinah on their horn
There's someone in the kitchen blowing Dinah like they're born