Boys for Pele Era B-Sides

Lyrics by Tori Amos Unless Otherwise Noted

Hungarian Wedding Song

Sister Named Desire

Til the Chicken

That's What I Like Mick (The Sandwich Song)

heard all about your fandango
begged on my knees on your back door
only to wake you to blues on the way
blues on the way
blues on the way

embarcadero, figures you'll see me as older
twenty-three hours til the border
Don't think I'll be going as fast as I came.
fast as I came
fast as I came

the tears on my pillow, of course they're not mine
alter that altar
make it a play
somebody invent the telephone line
I'll take my chances

Alamo
wish I could do what God does
heard that the stars were in order
got yourself dealt a hand
with two queen of spades
and blues on the way
blues on the way

tears on my pillow
of course they're not mine
alter that altar
make it a play
somebody just
somebody invent the telephone line
I'll take my chances

Poppa I know
there's a frog on my toe
maybe I'll call him Jethro.
maybe I'll grow up to be quite as good as he,
and maybe you'll come back after you're long gone.
and Poppa I'm sure the worms have eaten you now
and Jethro's been on some Frenchy's plate long ago
and now I'm pretty sure that I listened to every word
cause I still hear you telling me still
slap them boys when they're naughty
make them crawl, make you haughty
make you strong little girl
paint them toes that reddish color
and you know one day you're gonna be bigger than a flea
you're gonna be bigger than that old poison ivy tree

now I'm pretty sure that I think you come and visit
and talk sometimes kind of like Gidget and
in funny little chants like an Indian Brave
you said we all grew fat when the white men came
but one day girl
you're gonna learn to make 'em crawl
make them grow tall but have the grace
to be a lady with disgrace
you fry them 'taters and you make them with lady's hands and all
you're my poppy's baby

here I said
don't even let this go
and it's hey
to that old man
I'm coming in the graveyard
with my little tune
it's june
I said she's gone but I'm alive
I'm alive
I'm coming in the graveyard to
sing you to sleep
now

London Girls
Hodges and Peacock

Some people sing about Deutsche girls
and girls from California
they might be alright for a night alright
but don't trust them I warn ya
I've been to the east and I've been out west
and I've been the world around
but I ain't seen no one anywhere near
a girl from London town

Give me a London Girl every time
I've got to find one
I've made up my mind
give me a London Girl every time
I want a London Girl

Marry a girl from London town
you know that you can trust her
she'll darn your socks
and wash your everytime your trousers won't bust 'em yes
they're all good cooks
and they've got good looks
and they won't lead you down
said I gotta find a London Girl
if I ever get to have a chance

Oh give me a London Girl every time
I've got to find one
I've made up my mind
give me a London Girl every time
I want a London Girl

London Girls are the best in the world
there ain't no doubt about it
If you can't find a girl from a London town
you're better off doin' without it
they don't create when you come home late
and you're crawlin' up the passage floor
they won't mock about you
when you're going out with
the geezer from the house next door

Oh give me a London Girl every time
I've got to find one
I've made up my mind
I said honey give me a London Girl babe
every little day
your legs turn to jelly
and I got a little smelly
but I know it's just what I want

cause I need a London Girl, oh, every time
they've always got a pound
to buy their round
when it's their turn at the bar

Hungarian Wedding Song

When you said you'd marry me
I thought you meant you wanted to
Then I thought you'd like to
Maybe on a Tuesday

All the dead are comming
I heard they'll be dressing
something kind of maggoty
rolling with the property

Samurai
Tori Amos and Greg Porter Jr. - Published by Sword and Stone and Ora's Music

spoken "you do your thing"

My Samurai said going to the sanctuary
I knew about my la la la too
my Samurai done making a liar of me when
to be happy
to be you
he says
My Samurai take me down to the sanctuary
and I'm free
gonna be
you know me
you know me
I said I'm gonna be
gonna be
you know me
My Samurai taking my face
and she's sticking it on a daisy
and you

spoken "I think I cut that one too. I get the Samurai book out and just read words"

Sister Named Desire

Got a sister named Desire
they don't let you light those
little boys
on the back hand swings.
know a vicar who coughs a lot
thought we told some little sweet stories
in the parking lot

they say the girl lost her sway
they say the girl lost her sway
that day

God, I'd like to take him for a long way
cause maybe I
then I just cry a little tear
near to that sleepy safe place
and I'm gonna take it by myself if I've got to go
don't let you, let you know
where she goes to with those meows and her fear

the girl lost her sway
they say the girl lost her sway
that day

teach me about them old old words
big brother man
In an elevator where
somebody can get out without sound
Say that girl lost her sway
just watch it
just watch it
slip through my hands, boy
watch it go
what you know, hey, yes

just see
cause she still can sway

Til the Chicken
Tori Amos and Greg Porter Jr. - published by Sword and Stne and Ora's Music

so some say she got green enough field
and some say she got too many strings
with petticoats out and goin hall gown

the sweetest nylon no not where she's gone
gonna raise his tail and wraggle his wings

some say she got plenty of stockings
some say she got some Divas and Kramer
why all this spare then shaking her tail

the sweetest nylon no not where she's gone
gonna raise his tail and wraggle his wings
until the little chicken come home

That's What I like Mick (The Sandwich Song)
Hogdes and Peacock

Cheese and onion sandwiches and Derby chinaware
fiddles and jigs and boogie my dog, Auntie Vee having a swear
taking my dad for a pint or two, a sunday morning stroll
licorice pipes and baggy suits, Glen Hoddle scoring a goal
catching a pike and riding my bike, old wooden wheels and a bowl of eels

yes, that's what I like boy
that's what I like

pie and mash and liquor, walking about in the rain
William books and comical looks, pianos trams and trains
coals and cockles and thunder storms, a place on the wallace and ow grandfather clocks and coke and brandy
fountain pens and Beano and Dandy

that's what I like
I said, that's what I like

little pubs out in the country, mother pearl and Barnet Faire
the sound of the banjo barbershop singing and having a kip in the chair
burning toast a beer from the wood and old terry thomas' teeth
Jerry and Chet and Cannon & Ball, a banjo picking bill keith
and old bungalows wood burning stoves
and Shirley MacLaine and Petticoat Lane

that's what I like,
said that's what I like
yes, boy
yes that's just a

bubble and squeak and jumble sales, Little Richard and Jerry Lee
bonfire night and Southend nights, paddle in the sea
polished brass and copper, salvation army bands
violins and old coach inns, and colored elastic bands
tea in the morning and winter beginning
fishing rods and frogs and spurs and winning years

that's what I like
hey, that's what I like

decorations off in the bases, going down hopping in Kent
a new pair of braces little kids faces sleeping under the tin
and wagons chickens and picking blackberries and swallows and sledges
and Devon and jerries and haddock and trotters horses and knickers
and cider and celery and banjoes and kippers
yeah, that's I like boy
that's what I like

This Old Man
Traditional

his old man
he played one
he played knick knack on my thumb
with a knick knack paddywhack
give your dog a bone
this old man came rolling home

This old man
he played two
he played knick knack on my shoe
with a knick knack paddywhack
give your dog a bone

This old man
he played three
he played knick knack on my knee
with a knick knack paddywhack
this old man

This old man
he played four
he played knick knack on my door
with a knick knack paddywhack
give your dog a bone
this old man came rolling home

This old man
he play ten
he played knick knack on my shin
on my shin

hey I yes I said yes I said hooray yay yippee yay I said toodly hey and
Toodles Mr Jim you cherry picker
Toodles I say so long
hear that your grave's a little warm you stickler
sing them all your happy song
it's today
today sunday
by your grave

I say Toodles Mr Jim you cherry picker
taught me so well
how to spell those red in and
and hey
you know she deserved that nose
splattered and swattered blood in my hands
not a nice day for your little girl
but you came to my aid instead

Now it's toodles Mr Jim you cherry picker
build that ladder well
teach me just where those boys can climb
when they've got a spell

Toodles Mr Jim
you are my sweet favorite neighbor of them all
at them
girls go to their parties
I don't care
cause I'm with you
still

Spoken "That was Toodles Mr Jim.
Mr Jim died, 2 weeks ago
and he taught me how to pick cherries
and I punched his daughter in the nose
because she was mean
Mr Jim was good"

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