Warren Zevon Grandpa Pissed His Pants Again
Produced by Greg Ladanyi / Warren Zevon
Recorded at The Sound Factory, Hollywood
USA release: 15 February 1982
Asylum LP E5-509
Friday Music CD FRM-509
Billboard #20
1. Bad Luck Streak In Dancing School
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Bad Luck Streak In Dancing School
Written by Warren Zevon
Bad luck streak in dancing school
Down on my knees in pain
Bad luck streak in dancing school
Swear to God I'll change
Swear to God I'll change
Swear to God I'll change
Swear to God I'll change
Pauline, don't make me beg
Bad luck streak in dancing school
Down on my knees in pain
I've been acting like a fool
Pauline, I swear I'll change
Down on my knees in pain
Down on my knees in pain
Down on my knees in pain
Down on my knees in pain
Bad luck streak in dancing school
Down on my knees in pain
I've been breaking all the rules
Swear to God I'll change
Swear to God I'll change
Swear to God I'll change
Swear to God I'll change
Swear to God I'll change
Down on my knees in pain
Down on my knees in pain
Down on my knees in pain
Down on my knees in pain
David Lindley lap steel guitars
Warren Zevon guitars, strings
Sid Sharp concertmaster
Leland Sklar bass
Rick Marotta drums
Warren: I was studying dance with a choreographer named JoAnn DeVito. The classical intro and the song were conceived together as a rock video, which in the end no one would pay for, since no one seemed to know exactly what a rock video was. The sounds that were supposed to suggest the dance master's hand-claps were actually made by a Smith & Wesson Model 29 .44 Magnum revolver fired into a trash can filled with gravel.
2. A Certain Girl
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A Certain Girl
Written by Naomi Neville
There's a certain girl I've been in love with a long, long time
What's her name?
I can't tell you
Ahh . . .
I can't reveal her name until she's mine
What's her name?
I can't tell you
Ahh . . .
I've tried to make her time and time again
Still we're introduced as nothing but friends
There's a certain girl I've been in love with a long, long time
What's her name?
I can't tell you
Ahh . . .
There's a certain chick I've been sweet on since I met her
What's her name?
I can't tell you
Ahh . . .
I can't reveal her name until I get her
What's her name?
I can't tell you
Ahh . . .
Someday I'm gonna wake up and say
I'll do anything just to be your slave
And there's a certain girl I've been in love with a long, long time
What's her name?
I can't tell you
Ahh . . .
There's a certain girl I've been in love with a long, long time
What's her name?
I can't tell you
Ahh . . .
I can't reveal her name until she's mine
What's her name?
I can't tell you
Ahh . . .
I've tried to make her time and time again
Still we're introduced as nothing but friends
And there's a certain girl I've been in love with a long, long time
What's her name?
I can't tell you
Ahh . . .
Waddy Wachtel lead guitar
Don Felder guitar
Jorge Calderón bass
Leland Sklar bass
Rick Marotta drums
Jackson Browne and Rick Marotta vocals
3. Jungle Work
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Jungle Work
Written by Jorge Calderón & Warren Zevon
Lear jet S.W.A.T team
On a midnight run
With the M16
And the Ingram gun
We parachute in
We parachute out
"Death from above"
We're screaming now
Where the pay is good
And the risk is high
It's understood
We'll do or die
Sten gun in hand
Where the gun is law
From Ovamboland
To Nicaragua
Strength and muscle and jungle work
Three young men
In a Russian truck
With a little M10
Sent 'em running to the huts
A few young men
The few who dare
To battle in hell
Le Mercenaire!
Strength and muscle and jungle work
Joe Walsh lead guitar
Warren Zevon guitar, string synthesizer
Leland Sklar bass
Rick Marotta drums, syndrums
Jorge Calderón, Rick Marotta and Warren Zevon vocals
4. Empty-Handed Heart
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Empty-Handed Heart
Written by Warren Zevon
All these empty places
I try so hard to fill
Will I find another love?
I pray to God I will
Girl, we had some good times
But time does not stand still
It's rolling like a rockslide down a hill
I've met someone I care for
I know she cares for me
Will I fall in love again?
It's a possibility
Girl, we had some good times
That time cannot undo
No one will ever take the place of you
Heart jinxed condition
Never sure how I feel
Trying to separate the real thing
From the wishful thinking
Sometimes I wonder
If I'll make it without you
I'm determined to
I'll make my stand
And if after all is said and done
You only find one special one
Then I've thrown down diamonds in the sand
Then I've thrown down diamonds in the sand
Then I've thrown down diamonds in the sand
Then I've thrown down diamonds in the sand
Descant:
Remember when we used to watch the sun set in the sea
You said you'd always be in love with me
All through the night we danced and sang
Made love in the mornings while the churchbells rang
Leave the fire behind you and start
I'll be playing it by ear
Left here with an empty-handed heart
Waddy Wachtel guitar
Warren Zevon piano, strings
Sid Sharp concertmaster
Leland Sklar bass
Rick Marotta drums
Linda Ronstadt descant
5. Interlude No. 1
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Interlude No. 1
Written by Warren Zevon
(instrumental)
Warren Zevon strings
Sid Sharp concertmaster
6. Play It All Night Long
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Play It All Night Long
Written by Warren Zevon
Grandpa pissed his pants again
He don't give a damn
Brother Billy has both guns drawn
He ain't been right since Vietnam
"Sweet Home Alabama"
Play that dead band's song
Turn those speakers up full blast
Play it all night long
Daddy's doing Sister Sally
Grandma's dying of cancer now
The cattle all have brucellosis
We'll get through somehow
"Sweet Home Alabama"
Play that dead band's song
Turn those speakers up full blast
Play it all night long
I'm going down to the Dew Drop Inn
See if I can drink enough
There ain't much to country living
Sweat, piss, jizz and blood
"Sweet Home Alabama"
Play that dead band's song
Turn those speakers up full blast
Play it all night long
David Lindley guitar, lap steel guitar
Warren Zevon string synthesizer
Leland Sklar bass
Rick Marotta drums
Jackson Browne harmony
Warren: Written really fast on marijuana around the synthesizer ostinato. I'd just read a novel called Black Angus by Newton Thornburg; I found the cattle disease in there. David Lindley's guitar parts make it one of my favorite tracks.
1. Jeannie Needs A Shooter
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Jeannie Needs A Shooter
Written by Bruce Springsteen & Warren Zevon
I was born down by the river where the dirty water flows
And the cold wind cut through me; it cut right through my clothes
And the anger and the yearning, like fever in my veins
Set the fire burning
She came down from Knightstown with her hands hard from the line
From the first time I laid eyes on her I knew that she'd be mine
Her father was a lawman - he swore he'd shoot me dead
'Cause he knew I wanted Jeannie and I'd have her like I said
Jeannie needs a shooter
Shooter like me
Jeannie needs a shooter
Jeannie needs a shooter
Shooter on her side
Jeannie needs a shooter
We met down by the river on the final day in May
And when I leaned down to kiss her, she did not turn away
I drew out all my money and together we did vow
To leave that very evening, and get away somehow
Jeannie needs a shooter
Shooter like me
Jeannie needs a shooter
Jeannie needs a shooter
Shooter on her side
Jeannie needs a shooter
The night was cold and rainy down by the borderline
I was riding hard to meet her when a shot rang out behind
As I lay there in the darkness with a pistol by my side
Jeannie and her father rode off into the night
Jeannie needs a shooter
Joe Walsh guitars (solo)
Warren Zevon guitar, strings
Sid Sharp concertmaster
Leland Sklar bass
Rick Marotta drums, tubular bells
Warren: I'd heard this Springsteen song title from his manager, Jon Landau. I asked Bruce about it so many times, he finally said, "You like it so much, why don't you write it?" I did write a few lines. T-Bone Burnett added something, I cut a track and actually put strings on it, then showed up at Bruce's house in Asbury Park in the middle of the night. He was asleep on the sofa in front of a videotaped baseball game. I roused him and played what I had for him. "It's nice," he said, "but where are all the other verses?" I just smiled.
2. Interlude No. 2
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Interlude No. 2
Written by Warren Zevon
(instrumental)
Warren Zevon strings
Sid Sharp concertmaster
3. Bill Lee
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Bill Lee
Written by Warren Zevon
You're supposed to sit on your ass and nod at stupid things
Man, that's hard to do
And if you don't, they'll screw you
And if you do, they'll screw you, too
When I'm standing in the middle of the diamond all alone
I always play to win
When it comes to skin and bone
And sometimes I say things I shouldn't
Like...
And sometimes I say things I shouldn't
Like...
Warren Zevon piano, harmonica
Glenn Frey harmony
4. Gorilla, You're A Desperado
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Gorilla, You're A Desperado
Written by Warren Zevon
Big gorilla at the L.A. Zoo
Snatched the glasses right off my face
Took the keys to my BMW
Left me here to take his place
I wish the ape a lot of success
I'm sorry my apartment's a mess
Most of all, I'm sorry if I made you blue
I'm betting the gorilla will, too
They say Jesus will find you wherever you go
But when He'll come looking for you, they don't know
In the meantime, keep your profile low
Gorilla, you're a desperado
He built a house on an acre of land
He called it Villa Gorilla
Now I hear he's getting divorced
Laying low at L'Ermitage, of course
Then the ape grew very depressed
Went through Transactional Analysis
He plays racquetball and runs in the rain
Still he's shackled to a platinum chain
Big gorilla at the L.A. Zoo
Snatched the glasses right off my face
Took the keys to my BMW
Left me here to take his place
Jackson Browne slide guitar, guitar
Warren Zevon string synthesizer
Leland Sklar bass
Rick Marotta drums, percussion
Jackson Browne, J.D. Souther and Don Henley harmonies
Warren: To their credit, when the Eagles came in to sing backup, they asked me if I wanted them to make fun of themselves; I said, "No, no, just sing great like you do."
5. Bed Of Coals
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Bed Of Coals
Written by T-Bone Burnett & Warren Zevon
I've been lying in a bed of coals
I've been crying out of control
I roll and I tumble
Every time I come down
I'm too old to die young
And too young to die now
I've been sleeping on a bed of nails
I've been bleeding - it never fails
I feel every needle
That pierced through my heart
I'm too old to die young
And I can't play the part
Bed of coals
Bed of nails
Through the smoke
Behind the veils
Bed of coals
Bed of nails
Through the smoke
Behind the veils
I've been lying in a bed of stone
I've been dying all alone
I pray for the power
to turn it around
I'm too old to die young
And too young to die now
Bed of coals
Bed of nails
Through the smoke
Behind the veils
Bed of coals
Bed of nails
Through the smoke
Behind the veils
Ben Keith pedal steel guitar
Warren Zevon piano, organ
Leland Sklar bass
Rick Marotta drums
Linda Ronstadt and J.D. Souther harmonies
6. Wild Age
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Wild Age
Written by Warren Zevon
You've seen him leaning on the streetlight
Listening to some song inside
You've seen him standing by the highway
Trying to hitch a ride
Well, they tried so hard to hold him
Heaven knows how hard they tried
But he's made up his mind
He's the restless kind
He's the wild age
He's the wild age
He's the wild age
Wild age
It's the wild age
And the law can't stop 'em
No one can stop 'em
At the wild age
Mostly when the reckless years end
Something's left to save
Some of them keep running
'Til they run straight in their graves
To stay the wild age
Stay the wild age
Stay the wild age
Wild age . . .
David Lindley guitar
Warren Zevon piano
Leland Sklar bass
Rick Marotta drums
Glenn Frey and Don Henley harmonies
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