rude terms

I don’t wanna bother you
I don’t wanna nag
I don’t wanna frisk you down
I don’t wanna shag

“I’m not that kind”, he said.
I guess that is true.
To superimpose myself on you
and lead you into bed

it’s very far from where I stand
– and I stand very firm.
To verify that very fact,
I verified the terms.

I don’t wanna bother you
don’t wanna be a dick
when guys like that come on to you
you know: it makes me sick

Let’s find a private place
if it’s not too hard
You’re not just a pretty face
Let me catch your guard!

I don’t wanna bother you
I’m sorry to intrude
but you’re the one and I am too
I hope I’m not too rude.


Dm       C               G                         /g-g#-a/
Jennifer Juniper and her bush put aside:
Dm            C                         G
I don't know where they went, but they where bona fide.
Eb                                   D
I said: "hail!" to the chief, I said nothing more.
             Gm              Eb                    (F)
I said      "Hey, babe! This ain't no store!"


När rocken kom till sta’n, var rocken redan där;
när dom rockade runt klockan, dregla’ Pavlov: #viärhär
Rousseaus ädle vilde sa: “Läget är akut”.
Vi sitter alla i samma båt.


Music: Tom Paxton



Vanishing into the Gloom

I was counting blessings in a one-horse town,
staying at the Carlton Ritz;
keepin’ my nose squeaky-clean, ’till I was introduced to Miss Fitz.

A pear-shaped trio of débutantes,
going all tooth-and-nail.
The punks; the prats and the idiot savants
celebrating out on bail.

With a few spare dollars, I changed my quarters^
and got myself a living-room.
Shell-shocked by grenades and mortars
I was dancing with a broom.
And soon, I was vanishing into the gloom.

Peter och vargen


Clarence threw a monkey-wrench in the cogs of the voting machine
– What you’re doing?
– Eh.. I.. I don’t know.

Clarence said to Homer: Can you hear the sirens sing?
Homer answered: No. Don’t hear a thing.

You live in a world of democracy,
telling yourself it’s all right what you’re doing to me.
Since I’m free. Free in your democracy.

Chester came on early through the pearly, pearly gates;
joined the queue to wait with his plate.

You live in a world of democracy…

Mr Jones, what are you doing?
What are you doing, Mr Jones?
– What’s it to yah?
– Well, I’d say!

You live in a world of democracy…