Bang Bang Baby

by Cheetah Whores

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released 24 September 2010

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Track Name: Bad Little Girl
I knew a bad little girl
She did a loose little thing
Wore her hair in a curl
Never fit a wedding ring
But that mama she sure could shake
Never met a heart she couldn’t break
All the boys tried to ring her bell
Not a tramp just born to raise hell
She was rock and roll – a legend they said
And you can’t love the living dead
Living dead… Living dead… Living dead!
I knew a bad little girl
She didn’t care about the rent
Wore her hair in a curl
Nothing saved, always spent
But that mama she sure could shake
Never met a heart she couldn’t break
All the boys tried to ring her bell
Not a tramp just born to raise hell
She was rock and roll – a legend they said
And you can’t love the living dead
Living dead… Living dead… Living dead!
I knew a bad little girl
She didn’t want to be saved
Wore her hair in a curl
Burnt every bridge she had made
But that mama she sure could shake
Never met a heart she couldn’t break
All the boys tried to ring her bell
Not a tramp just born to raise hell
She was rock and roll – a legend they said
And you can’t love the living dead


Lyrics by Elizabeth Ann O’Brien
© 2010
Track Name: Hot Rod Hell Kitten
I’m a hot rod hell kitten.. get inside
I’m a hot rod hell kitten.. take a ride
Itty bitty, pretty kitty let’s go out and prowl the city

Do you wanna be my cat?
Do you wanna be my cat?
I’m a Cheetah Whore can you run with that?

I’m a hot rod hell kitten.. jukebox dime
I’m a hot rod hell kitten.. a good time
Itty bitty, pretty kitty let’s go out and prowl the city

Do you wanna be my cat?
Do you wanna be my cat?
I’m a Cheetah Whore can you run with that?
Yeah!

So I will pounce, I will pounce, I will pounce with every, every ounce. I will pounce, I will pounce, I will pounce with every, every ounce..

Let’s go!

I’m a hot rod hell kitten.. such a gas
I’m a hot rod hell kitten.. I’m so fast
Itty bitty, pretty kitty let’s go out and prowl the city

Do you wanna be my cat?
Do you wanna be my cat?
I’m a Cheetah Whore can you run with that?
Yeah!

I wanna ride, I wanna ride, I wanna ride with you.. you this time. I wanna ride, I wanna ride, I wanna ride with you.. you this time.

Let’s go!

Do you wanna be my cat?
Do you wanna be my cat?
Do you wanna be my cat?


Lyrics by Elizabeth Ann O’Brien
© 2010
Track Name: Sharktopus
There’s a creep show creature with a double feature
A freakish beast wants flesh to feast
A twisted fish eats surfers as a side dish
When you see the frenzied feeding you will be the next bleeding

Sharktopus won’t be kept at bay
And you can never ever ever get away
So swim on over don’t ya scream and shout
He’ll getcha baby without a doubt

Come on

There’s a red sky this morning so sailors take warning
Ride the wave of terror if you dare
Fear runs deep when there's souls to reap
When the tentacles do tangle you will be in a strangle

Sharktopus won’t be kept at bay
And you can never ever ever get away
So swim on over don’t ya scream and shout
He’ll getcha baby without a doubt
So swim on over don’t ya scream and shout
He’ll getcha baby without a doubt

Come on

There’s an evil down beneath with razor sharp teeth
In the water lightly tread or you will be dead
Fear runs deep when there's souls to reap
There is a calamity comin’ and from the beach you will be running

Sharktopus won’t be kept at bay
And you can never ever ever get away
So swim on over don’t ya scream and shout
He’ll getcha baby without a doubt
So swim on over don’t ya scream and shout
He’ll getcha baby without a doubt
So swim on over don’t ya scream and shout
He’ll getcha baby without a doubt


Come on Come on Come on




Cheetah Whores
Copyright 2010
Track Name: Sha Na Na Na
This is the song thrown on the floor

This is the song thrown out the door

With empty bottles and Salvation Army clothes and the things we didn’t want anymore

It went like this Hey Sha na na na nananana

Then the guitar came in lake that, maybe not

Sha na na na and every note I forgot when the chord changed with discord

At the bridge we broke out and we sang Hey Shan na na na na na na na na..

And that was the chorus that is not a love song about my broke heart

I still can’t figure out how this song will start

Who is that girl on your floor?

That Bitch I kicked out the door

With a suitcase and Salvation for the Cheetah Whores

And the shit I couldn’t take anymore

It went like this Hey Sha na na na nananana

Then the guitar came in like That

Hey Sha na na na nananana…


Lyrics by Elizabeth Ann O’Brien
© 2010
Track Name: Bang Bang Baby
No doubt red shoes will get stuck
Bony ankles caught in Mississippi muck
Silver buckle on a patent leather, caked
No reflection can signal a mistake
Clammy palms clapping a silent beat
Pumping pulse of fiercely stomping feet

Bang bang baby with a gun
Bang bang baby kills for fun
Bang bang baby they are dead
Bang bang baby sees only red

Knees locked in sludge I can’t stop sinking
Ready set go, I’m still thinking
Grasping rock, grabbing the melted ground
Electric Star chariots against the sound
Race chase the bubble behind the shade
Capture the moment, close the curtain I made

Bang bang baby with a gun
Bang bang baby kills for fun
Bang bang baby she’s blood red

Pillowed impressions black raccoon eyes
Mascara runs and ruins her disguise
Hot breath burns the nape of the neck
Dig your toes in, brace for the wreck
Waking with nothing, suffocating on sleep
Dreams stale abyss chokes the vapid deep

Bang bang baby throw down the gun
Bang bang baby the job is done
Bang bang baby bring back the dead
Bang bang baby get out of my head

Resurrected pink pavement chewing gum
I want you under dirt, not under my thumb
Lying there in the Garden of Eden
Count all the apples you have eaten
Naked under white bed sheets soaked
The victims weren’t shot, they got choked

Bang bang baby on the run
Bang bang baby had a gun
Bang bang baby just drop dead
Bang bang baby get out of my head


Lyrics by Elizabeth Ann O’Brien
© 2010
Track Name: Boyfriend Song
You’re not my boyfriend now because I hate you
So you can have your air guitar
You’re drinking gin martinis every night now
Football radio playing in your car
You think that mustache makes you look cool
Let me tell you the mirror sees a fool
You probably had that stupid freakin’ mustache since '75
That century’s over say goodbye

(Chorus)
I don’t care
I don’t mind a bit
Never really liked you that much
You treat me like shit!
Yeah yeah yeah yeah!!
Yeah yeah yeah yeah!!

Caught you acting a fool on New Year’s day
Didn’t make a fuss or fade away
Guilty crazy guilty you need somebody to blame
All my friends just think you’re really lame

(Chorus)

So go watch your football every day now
Drink your gin martinis in your car
You’re probably drinking gin right now and wondering why you can’t get laid
Nobody would touch you unless they got paid

(Chorus)

Old acquaintance you will be forgot
Tangled in the vine of forget me not…
Someday the truth will grow like a weed
And make it hard for you to breathe

(Chorus)

Old acquaintance be forgot
Old acquaintance be forgot
Old acquaintance be forgot

You will be forgot/You treat me like shit..


Meg Austin
Cheetah Whores
© 2010
Track Name: Dive Bar Demigods
Morning broke the bottle I kept
Emptiness took the place you slept
Heavy pours and cigarettes burn
And the memories still return

We are what we are.. Demigods of the dive bar

Remember kissing whiskey lips
Chasing each thought with scotch rocks sips
Drowning in a highball with ice
Drown my sorrow not once, but twice

We are what we are.. Demigods of the dive bar

Johnny Walker Red fades to black
Lost behind jaundiced eyes and Jack
Wasted on cheap conversation
Money spent on fornication

We are what we are.. Demigods of the dive bar

Smoke rings float up around my face
Halos are gone without a trace
There is no future, this is last call
Bartender, please make me a tall

We are what we are.. Demigods of the dive bar


Lyrics by Elizabeth Ann O’Brien
© 2010
Track Name: Bat Cancer
I've got Bat Cancer.
Flapping flappin flying like a vampire bat.
I've got Bat Cancer,
flying in the night - I can't catch no bugs.
Bat Cancer! na na na na na
Bat Cancer! na na na na na
Bat Cancer! na na na na na
Bat Cancer! na na na ... na
I've got Bat Cancer,
flying in the night I can't see my hand,
I love you you give me bat cancer,
I wish I was a rain forest bat!
Bat cancer! na na na na na
Bat cancer! na na na na na
Bat cancer! na na na na na
Bat cancer! na na na na na
Froot Bat ,
Froot Bat,
Froot Bat Froot Bat - BIG BAT!
Froot Bat, oh, Froot Bat,
Froot Bat Froot Bat Big BAT!

oooooooo ooooooooo
oooooooo ooooooooooooooo

Don't wanna get stuck in a shoe again,
Don't wanna whacked by a broom no more,
Don't wanna get stuck on a fly-strip again,
Don't wanna be tested for rabies no more,
Don't wanna get stuck in a cold fridge again,
Don't wanna hang upside down no more.....
In a cave again (In a cave again - oohhhh)
na na nas (a lot)
I've got Bat Cancer!
Flyin in the night I can't catch no bugs.
I love you, you give me Bat Cancer!
I wish I was a much bigger bat!

Bat Cancer! na na na na na
Bat Cancer! na na na na na
Bat Cancer! na na na na na
BAT CANCER!!!! na na na na na nAH.