Pinwheel of Death

Fred Weismantel


SONGS

Writers Alan Freed, Henry Glover, Sydney Nathan, Fred Weismantel

Genres Rhythm & Blues, Soul, Blues, Food

Recorded 2014

Lyrics BABY,
WHY DO YOU THINK
WHAT I SAY
AIN'T TRUE?
YOU'VE GOT
A LOT OF NERVE
TO THINK
WE AIN'T THROUGH,
AND WITHOUT ME,
PRETTY BABY,
YOU WON'T
EVEN HAVE A CRUMB
TO EAT.
I'VE BEEN LISTENING
TO THAT JIVE
THAT YOU GAVE
YOUR ALL TO ME,
ALL I EVER GOT
FROM YOU
WAS AN EMPTY STOCKING
HANGING
ON MY CHRISTMAS TREE;
NOW THAT I'M LEAVING YOU,
PRETTY BABY,
WHERE
WILL YOUR
NEXT MEAL BE?

I TOLD YOU
THAT I LOVED YOU,
BUT THAT
WAS LONG AGO.
WHEN I WAS YOUNG
AND SIMPLE,
DIDN'T HAVE THE SENSE
TO KNOW.

SO I'M DOIN, IT,
I'M DOIN' IT,
I'M DOIN' IT,
I'M DOIN' IT,
I'M DOIN' IT,
I'M DOIN' IT,
I'M DOIN' IT,
I'M DOIN' IT,
I'M DOIN' IT;
NOW THAT I'M LEAVING,
PRETTY BABY,
WHERE WILL
YOUR NEXT MEAL BE?

I KNOW
I SAID I LOVE YOU,
I LOVE YOU,
LOVE YOU,
LOVE YOU SO,
BUT YOU AIN'T
GONNA HEAR
THOSE SWEET WORDS
NO MORE.
AND WITHOUT ME,
PRETTY BABY,
YOU WONT EVEN
HAVE A CRUMB
TO EAT.
I'M NEVER GONNA SAY
I'VE CHANGED MY MIND,
BECAUSE IF I DO
I KNOW
ILL BE LYING;
NOW I'M LEAVING,
PRETTY BABY,
WHERE WILL YOUR
NEXT MEAL BE?

I TOLD YOU
THAT I LOVED YOU,
BUT THAT
WAS LONG AGO.
WHEN I WAS YOUNG
AND SIMPLE,
DIDN'T HAVE THE SENSE
TO KNOW.

SO I'M DOIN' IT,
I'M DOIN' IT,
I'M DOIN' IT,
I'M DOIN' IT,
I'M DOIN' IT,
I'M DOIN' IT,
I'M DOIN' IT,
I'M DOIN' IT,
AND IM GLAD;
AND WITHOUT ME,
PRETTY BABY,
YOUR LIFE'S GONNA BE
MIGHTY SAD!
Alt. Title Big Ten Inch Record

Writers Fred Weismantel

Genres Classic Rock, Rock, Rhythm & Blues, Soul

Recorded 1975

Lyrics GOT ME THE STRANGEST WOMAN,
BELIEVE ME,
THIS CHICK'S NO CINCH.
BUT I REALLY GET HER GOIN'
WHEN I TAKE OUT
MY BIG TEN-INCH...
RECORD OF THE BAND
THAT PLAYS THE BLUES,
THE BAND
THAT PLAYS THE BLUES.
SHE JUST LOVES
THAT BIG TEN-INCH RECORD
OF HER FAVORITE BLUES.

LAST NIGHT I TRIED TO TEASE HER;
I GAVE HER A LITTLE PINCH.
BUT SHE SAID,
NOW STOP THAT JIVIN'
AND GET OUT THAT BIG TEN-INCH...
RECORD OF THE BAND
THAT PLAYS THE BLUES,
THE BAND
THAT PLAYS THE BLUES.
SHE JUST LOVES
THAT BIG TEN-INCH RECORD
OF HER FAVORITE BLUES.

I COVER HER WITH KISSES
WHEN WE'RE IN A LOVERS' CLINCH,
AND WHEN SHE GETS ALL EXCITED
SHE BEGS FOR MY BIG TEN-INCH...
RECORD OF THE BAND
THAT PLAYS THE BLUES,
THE BAND
THAT PLAYS THE BLUES.
SHE JUST LOVES
THAT BIG TEN-INCH RECORD
OF HER FAVORITE BLUES.

MY GAL DON'T GO FOR SMOKIN',
AND LIQUOR JUST MAKES HER FLINCH.
SEEMS SHE JUST GOES FOR NOTHING
EXCEPT MY BIG TEN-INCH...
RECORD OF THE BAND
THAT PLAYS THE BLUES,
THE BAND
THAT PLAYS THE BLUES.
SHE JUST LOVES
THAT BIG TEN-INCH RECORD
OF HER FAVORITE BLUES.
Writers Henry Glover, Wynonie Harris, Robert Charles Schell, Fred Weismantel

Genres Standard, Pop, Rhythm & Blues

Recorded 2010

Lyrics WHISKEY ON THE SHELF,
YOU WERE SO QUIET
THERE BY YOURSELF.
THINGS WERE FINE
TILL THEY TOOK YOU DOWN,
OPENED YOU UP
AND PASSED YOU AROUND.

JOHN WAS THE FIRST ONE
TO PULL YOU DOWN,
HE TOOK ONE DRINK
AND STARTED ACTING A CLOWN,
PASSED YOU TO HAZEL,
JOHN AND JACK,
PENELOPE GOT YOU
AND PASSED YOU RIGHT BACK.
THE DOORBELL RANG,
WHAT DID YOU SEE?
IN WALKED HENRY,
FRED AND MARIE.
THEY HIT YOU HIGH
AND THEY HIT YOU LOW,
THEY HIT YOU FAST
AND THEY HIT YOU SLOW.

WHISKEY ON THE SHELF,
YOU WERE SO QUIET
THERE BY YOURSELF.
THINGS WERE FINE
TILL THEY TOOK YOU DOWN,
OPENED YOU UP
AND PASSED YOU AROUND.

THEY KILLED YOU DEAD
AND THEY WANTED ANOTHER,
THEY REACHED UP ON THE SHELF
TO GRAB YOUR BROTHER.
IT'S A SHAME
THE WAY THEY DID YOU IN,
THEN THEY REACHED UP
AND GRABBED
YOUR BROTHER GIN.
GRANDFATHER WINE
NEARLY TREMBLED WITH FRIGHT,
WONDERING IF THE PARTY
WOULD LAST ALL NIGHT.
GRANDFATHER WINE
KNEW WITHOUT A DOUBT,
HE WAS NEXT IN LINE
IF THE JUICE RAN OUT.

WHISKEY ON THE SHELF,
YOU WERE SO QUIET
THERE BY YOURSELF.
THINGS WERE FINE
TILL THEY TOOK YOU DOWN,
OPENED YOU UP
AND PASSED YOU AROUND.

LOOK AT EVERYBODY,
THEY GOT REAL TIGHT,
NOW THEY WANT
TO START A FIGHT.
JOHN NEVER DID NOTHING
WRONG IN HIS LIFE,
NOW HE'S UP IN THE CORNER
WITH THE POLICEMAN'S WIFE.
FRANK'S SO DRUNK
HE CAN HARDLY SEE,
TRYING TO MAKE LOVE
TO PENELOPE.
SHE TOOK A BOTTLE
AND KNOCKED HIM
IN THE JAW,
AND THAT'S WHEN
THE NEIGHBORS
CALLED THE LAW!

WHISKEY ON THE SHELF,
YOU WERE SO QUIET
THERE BY YOURSELF.
THINGS WERE FINE
TILL THEY TOOK YOU DOWN,
OPENED YOU UP
AND PASSED YOU AROUND.