"The band just sounds good, unsurprising given the band's live reputation. When married to good songs such as the poppy "Vowels" or the world/country "Cowgirl Song" (featuring some nifty pedal steel work from New Riders of the Purple Sage's Buddy Cage), the effect is thrilling." - Zooglobble.com (2/28/07)



Song Lyrics


Vowels
I got a Merry M, I got a Zany Z
Oh that Terrible T, is always Tough on me

I’ll take an L to Lunch, I’ll take a B to Brunch
Letters surround me, as far as the I can C

But I need,
Vowels, without vowels,
It’s just gibberish to me

I got a Sleepy S, I got a Curious C
When I begin to Quiver, there’s a Q for me

I’ll Rock and Roll with R, I’ll take a Nap with N
In the Land of Letters, I’m on a mighty quest

But I need,
Vowels, without vowels,
It’s just gibberish to me, without
Vowels, words need vowels
So they can sing to me

A – E – I – O – U
U – O – I – E – A
A – E – I – O – U – And sometimes Y
U – O – I – E – A – And sometimes Y

I got a Happy H, I got a Loopy L
Dads can Dance, but not without D

Get up and Go with G, Take the T to Town
Every word I say, has letters all around

But I need,
Vowels, without vowels
It’s just gibberish to me, without
Vowels, words need vowels
So they can sing to me

I got a Merry M, I got a Zany Z
Oh that Terrible T, is always Tough on me

I’ll take an L to Lunch, I’ll take a B to Brunch
Letters surround me, as far as the I can C

But I need,
Vowels, without vowels
It’s just gibberish to me, without
Vowels, words need vowels
So they can sing to me
A – E – I – O – U
U – O – I – E – A
A – E – I – O – U – And sometimes Y
U – O – I – E – A – And sometimes Y

My Name is Ben
My name is Ben I have a band – ee-ii-ee-ii-oh
And in my band I play the guitar – ee-ii-ee-ii-oh
With a guitar here, a guitar there
Here a “gui,” there a “tar,” everywhere a gui-tar

My name is Ben I have a band – ee-ii-ee-ii-oh
Ben I am I have a band – ee-ii-ee-ii-oh
And in my band is my friend John – ee-ii-ee-ii-oh
With a mandolin here, a mandolin there
Here a “mando,” there a “lin,” everywhere a mandolin

Ben I am I have a band – ee-ii-ee-ii-oh
I am Ben I have a band – ee-ii-ee-ii-oh
And in my band is my friend Mark – ee-ii-ee-ii-oh
With accordion here, accordion there
Here an “accor,” there a “dion,” everywhere accordion

I am Ben I have a band – ee-ii-ee-ii-oh
Ben’s my name and I have a band – ee-ii-ee-ii-oh
And in my band is my friend Arnie – ee-ii-ee-ii-oh
With a bass guitar here, a bass guitar there
Here a bass, there a bass, everywhere I hear a bass

Ben’s my name I have a band – ee-ii-ee-ii-oh
My name is Ben I have a band – ee-ii-ee-ii-oh
And in my band is my friend Jared – ee-ii-ee-ii-oh
With percussion here, percussion there
Here a drum, there a drum, everywhere percussion
My name is Ben I have a band
ee-ii-ee-ii, ee-ii-ee-ii-oh

Tuba Tune
I play the guitar, that’s easy to tell
I’ve got it right here in my hands
I’ve taken some time, I can play fine
Although it seems with six strings
you could use a third hand, but
Listen to me I have a secret,
it’s not dark but it might be deep
If I could do it again, I’d play the tuba my friend
Get myself marching in a marching band

Chorus

I think I’d like to play the tuba
Sit on the porch with a tuba all day
All the people, walking by, would smile and wave as I tuba’d my way through the month of May
I’d keep it shined up; it’d catch the rays of the sun
Laying down a tuba groove for everyone, yes I
Think I’d like to play the tuba, and Oom-pah my way through another day

If I played the tuba, I’d take it along,
every single place I went
People would wonder, stand there and gawk,
as I took my favorite tuba for a stroll or a walk
I think I’d feel funny at first I know,
I’d be sort of like a traveling tuba show, but I’d
Start to play, as I went on my way,
and hear all the people dancing behind me say

Chorus

When I get home from taking my stroll,
I’d sit down and have a rest,
I’d turn on the news to catch up on the world
and what do you think I’d see staring at me?
A park the size of the earth,
and as far as the eye can see
Sisters and brothers, fathers and mothers,
playing their tubas ‘cause they had the druthers

Chorus

Cowgirl Song
I wish I was a cowboy
out on a cowboy range
I’d put my cowboy hat on
and play some cowboy games
I’d get all my cowboy friends
all wearing their cowboy clothes
Sit around a campfire
warmin’ our cowboy toes

Yippie – Yie – Yo – Kie – Yay
Yippie – Yie – Yo – Kie – Yay

I wish I was a mustang
a wild horse out running free
I’d wave my mustang mane
in the fields it’s a mustang sea
I’d get my mustang friends to come jump,
buck, run and play with me
It’s just a mustang feeling,
but that’s the way it oughta be

I wanna be a coyote
high up in the hills
Howling at the moon by night
in the daytime I’ll keep still
Find my coyote friends
at the coyote grill
Singing these coyote songs
never need to pay the bill

I guess I’d rather be a cowgirl
wear my cowgirl clothes
Sharing cowgirl secrets
twirl on my cowgirl toes
Hold my cowgirl daddy’s hand
going to the grocery store
Till I find me a mustang and
I’ll head out that front door


 


Merry Go Round

Merry-go-round, merry-go-round
bright colors laughing
Merry-go-round, merry-go-round
royal horses wait
Merry-go-round, merry-go-round
buckle in and hold on tight
Merry-go-round, merry-go-round
organ plays a circles delight

Here we go, backwards is forwards
Every place you’ve gone you’ll be
Grab the reins your feet feel stirrups
Hold on! Come on!

Merry-go-round, merry-go-round
bright colors laughing
Merry-go-round, merry-go-round
royal horses wait
Merry-go-round, merry-go-round
buckle in and hold on tight
Merry-go-round, merry-go-round
organ plays a circles delight

A mad dash to get where you’ve come from
Countryside a swirl beyond
The lights blend with mixed up colors
It’s a race you’re on! Ride!

Merry-go-round, merry-go-round
horses fly riding air
Merry-go-round, merry-go-round
mirror floats a magic land
Merry-go-round, merry-go-round
knights and maidens fill reflection
Merry-go-round, merry-go-round
dance on a horse for a golden ring

Even though you’ve been there before
Come around again you’ll see
Lights slow down the music is over
Find the line! Again your be on a
MERRY GO ROUND, MERRY GO ROUND!

Grace’s Bell
On a clear day, you can see forever
On a clear night, galaxies unfold
Your spirit, if strong,
like an eagle soaring can
Take flight, and light up the world

It might start, with the smallest little gesture
A movement overlooked, as people hurry by
Grace’s hand is smaller than my smallest little finger
Grace’s bell sit’s waiting to chime!

RING – RING – RING
Grace’s Bell will get you singing
RING – RING – RING
golden waves upon your ear
RING – RING – RING
let your heart join in the feeling
Grace’s Bell is calling and it’s loud and (it’s) clear!

Her hair flies off in all directions
Back straight, has known no weight to hold
Bright eyes challenge you to listen more intently
Grace’s Thumb holds the hammer and she lets it go!

Stories have passed down with the ages
Wiser men than me have come and gone
But now I can believe
The light that the stories bring could
Shine much brighter if we all would sing!

Chet’s Fabulous Diner
Wild and weary I got a hankerin’ for something barely alive, you know, I was mighty hungry
I exit at 20, go west a tad my destination lie dead ahead, Chet’s Fabulous Diner
I open the door of this narrow tin, anticipatin’ what I’ll be finding within, you know, it could be anything
A man with a flounder looks over my way, screen door slams beginning my stay at Chet’s Fabulous Diner

At Chet’s Diner you will find, food for the hungry mind
If you want, they’ll serve it your way
Burgers, steaks and fries,
conversation to pass the time
A newspaper dated -- from the other day
No plastic will you find, no playground for a ride
No clown’s face where you throw it all away
Just Nance and Bill and Ed, menu above your head
It’s all gonna make, for a wonderful stay
At Chet’s Fabulous Diner

I walked 12 inches from here to there, grabbed me a stool, start eyeing the fare…
hmm… looks pretty good
Clock on the wall reads 1952, don’t bother me
does it bother you
At Chet’s Fabulous Diner
I ask old Nance to get me some grub
She said “Sure fella, began with a shrug”
in the meantime I looked about the place
Found a hook, for my coat,
counter stool swivels with just a poke
At Chet’s Fabulous Diner

Well my hotdogs came just like their name
and my French fries are Ed’s claim to fame
That was one good meal, let me tell you.
After my feast I paid Ed the cost,
said something about how the Sox had lost
and I had to agree, it truly was a shame
On my way across the floor,
I saw a picture frame hung by the door.
It looked like President Eisenhower to me
Now a lot’s been said about I like Ike
but this time I think Ike had it right because…
Because…on that picture, in sun faded ink,
written with distinction and flair by a general was…



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February 28, 2007: www.zooglobble.com


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