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American McMofo - 4:08 (M. Katon) He gonna prowl your street he ain’t ascared of jack shove it in your guts- never in your back man you better jump aside when he rolls down your track I’m talkin’ bout’ American McMofo he gonna kick down your door American McMo-fo American McMofo he gonna show you what for American McMo-fo He says keep what’s yours, just don’t mess with mine It’s a dangerous thing to step across his line revenge is his most each and every time American McMofo he gonna show ya just what for-American McMo-fo American McMofo he gonna kick down your door-American McMo-fo -solo- American McMofo he swing the Big D way low-American McMo-fo American McMofo he gonna show ya just what for-American McMo-fo His reputation cannot be denied respect for him is damn well justified His fuse is short once his patience’s tried I’m talkin’ bout’ American McMofo he gonna kick down your door-American McMo-fo American McMofo he swing the Big D way low-American McMo-fo American McMo-fo American McMo-fo.... Rock 'n' Roll, Whiskey, Blood 'n' Guts - 4:01 (M. Katon) Don’t water my whiskey or saddle my horse straight no chaser bareback of course No sugar in my coffee ‘cause I like it black Crank up the volume ‘till the speakers crack (Chorus) What you need when your down in the ruts- a little rock ‘n’ roll,whiskey, blood ‘n’ guts a recipe guaranteed to get you nuts don’t loose your edge get somethin’ that cuts Rock ‘n’ Roll, whiskey, blood ‘n’ guts
The Pierced, Tattooed and Twenty Something Boogie - 3:57 (M. Katon) Trippin’ down the street baggy pants to his knees checkin’ all the fine split-tail he sees arm still bleedin’ from a fresh tattoo spike in his nose jammed right through don’t give a damn about nothin’ at all just throw them dice and let ‘em fall ain’t got no future got nothin’ to loose ‘cept the 21st century wired up blues (Chorus) He do the pierced, tattooed, and twenty somethin’ boogie He do the pierced, tattooed, and twenty somethin’ boogie He like to get right down and waller in the woogie He do the pierced, tattooed, and twenty somethin’ boogie She dyes her hair electric red, whips and handcuffs under her bed fingernails so long and black she got a rattlesnake tattoo down her back she don’t go for the old fashioned datin’ scene she digs boys and girls- some in between she ain’t never had to get herself a real job yet she’s sellin home-made porn on the Internet she do the...(Chorus) Mom and Dad you lost control now your little boys and girls are runnin’ the show You better face the facts ya old hippie fools it’s a brand new game a new set of rules it’s the...(Chorus) Bad Machine - 4:22 (M. Katon) Roarin’ up the highway I’m a man on the move I’m a .30-06 burnin’ out the groove Get outa my way or I’m gonna get mean You better move aside for me and my Bad Machine Yeah my Bad Machine, my Bad Machine Yeah my Bad Machine I gotta a Bad Machine Don’t ya roll down my road or you’ll have to pay I’ll run you down just get in my way Dertoit and Milwaukee build ‘em hard and lean There ain’t no messin’ with my Bad Machine Yeah my Bad Machine, my Bad Machine Yeah my Bad Machine I gotta a Bad Machine Burnin’ gasoline and rubber spewin’ smoke in the air The E.P.A. don’t like it my Bad machine don’t care Havin’ good dirty fun always better than clean There ain’t never been nothin’ like my Bad Machine -solo- The Motor City burns when I stomp her down Everybody knows she’s the baddest around We’re tearin’ up the highway like you ain’t never seen Ain’t no messin’ with my Bad Machine Yeah my Bad Machine, my Bad Machine Bad Machine, Yeah my Bad Machine Bad Machine, Bad Machine, Yeah I gotta Bad Machine Sugar Pie - 3:41 (M. Katon) When I turn sour my baby my baby give me Sugar Pie Yeah when I turn sour my baby my baby give me Sugar Pie She’s like a sugar bee her honey bowl ain’t never dry I love it when my good girl she give me give me that Sugar pie I love it when my good girl she give me give me that Sugar pie It melts right in your mouth like molasses and honey in July Sugar Pie in the mornin’ sugar pie at night I eat my baby’s sugar pie sho make her feel alright Sugar in the mornin’ I eat that sugar pie all night Yes I do now when I eat my baby’s sugar pie sho makes her feel alright (spoken)"Open your oven baby gimme a little bit of the Sugar Pie now" -solo- That Sugar Pie will make a man loose his mind Her sugar pie ‘bout as sweet as I can find Sugar in the mornin’ man I eat the Sugar Pie all night Now when I eat my baby’s sugar pie sho makes her feel alright I’m always hungry I need it, I need it her Sugar Pie I’m always hungry I need it, I need it her Sugar Pie There’s always room for more oohwee, oohwee That ain’t no lie (spoken)"Rub a little bit more sugar on there for me honey" Red Moon Risin' - 5:14 (M. Katon) There’s a red moon risin’ I’m comin’ out to play There’s a red moon risin’ I’m comin’ out to play My old Tommycat he’s been howlin’ tellin’ me it’s time ta start my day In the midnight hour-that’s when I like to have my fun In the midnight hour-that’s when I like to have my fun I can show you things darlin’ make the Devil turn and run...run boy
-solo- Wild Ass - 3:17 (M. Katon) Raised up by his daddy on gunpowder and motor oil He’s hard as nails a jagged edge-acid ‘bout to boil crazy as a hound dog man he’s hard-core as hell could blow at any second man you can’t never tell A million miles an hour down the road to big time fun found a shortcut straight to Hell why walk when you can run Better wear your knifeproof earmuffs man you gonna hang with him he keep a razor down his bootleg pick his teeth with a long slimjim He’s a wildass uh huh- he’s a wildass man -solo- He boogie down at the juke house way back in the swamp He drink that Jack all night long do the backwoods stomp Pickups and motorcycles his transportation mode Got a big grin on his face when he’s tearin’ up the road Steel guitars and rifles coondogs and ice cold beer cowboy boots fine tail and hogs are things that he holds dear There ain’t no way to stop him man once he gets on a run bitch slappin’ danger in the face His way of havin’ fun He’s a wildass uh huh- he’s a wildass brother! The Lost T.V. Clicker Blues - 6:22 (M. Katon) I sat myself down this mornin’ to watch my brand new t.v. I looked over to the coffee table, but my t.v. clicker I could not see, so I checked under all the newspapers my t.v. clicker was not there Man, I even had to stand up and check under the cushions of my easy chair I’m in a panic man what can I do? I’ve got the lost t.v. clicker blues Well I knew some villian musta stole it, so right away I called for all my kids- I said, "who’s gonna confess right now where the king’s golden clicker is hid? How am I gonna rule my kingdom without my central cable command and my digified satellite locator for football games on demand", Man, I’m in a panic what am I gonna do? I’ve got the lost t.v. clicker blues...sho do Let me tell ya ‘bout my t.v. clicker, it’s got the latest digital chip It knows all my favorite programs all I gotta do is give one little button a click- It’s got spaceage laser beam radar man, I don’t ever have to leave my seat- It’s got nuetron activated automatic wake up call just in case I fall asleep- Man, I’m in a panic what can I do? I’ve got the lost t.v. clicker blues (spoken) "Oh man I gotta find it!" -solo- Well I searched my kingdom over, tore my realm upside down I looked in every corner, but uh-uh my t.v. clicker could not be found Well I asked my Queen, "How am I gonna change channels without my supersonic digital zoom?" She said, "Ya might have to get your lazy ass up and walk across the room!" Awe man, I’m in a panic what can I do? I’ve got the lost clicker blues (spoken) "I’m gettin’ ‘em worse by the minute" -Solo- I got an urgent call at work- it was my wife on the telephone She said, "Honey I found your t.v. clicker, you better rush right home" When I got home and ran through the front door- I were not a happy man There she was propped up in my easy chair- t.v. clicker tight in her hand She won’t give it back man, what am I gonna do? I’ve got the lost t.v. clicker blues Awe, man I’m in a panic what can I do? I’ve got the lost t.v. clicker blues- Guess I’ll just have to go to Wal-Mart ‘n get me another one Lowdown In Swamptown - 6:16 (M. Katon) I wanna take you to a place where the doors never close, where the guitars are loud and that hard whiskey flows You can roll it all night ‘till your flat on the floor When your head quits spinnin’ you’ll come back for more, you’ll come back for more, you’ll come back for more... Chorus Gonna get lowdown in Swamptown Gonna get lowdown in Swamptown Gonna get lowdown in Swamptown Gonna get lowdown in Swamptown ‘squitoes will be buzzin’, your head will be too Katon band be crankin’ them wildass blues Greasy sweat be drippin’ off your face and down the walls There ain’t no closin’ time, won’t be no last calls, won’t be no last calls, ain’t no last call Chorus (spoken) "Yeah let’s get lowdown" -Solo- Chorus We gonna head on down the river follow that back water moon Climb aboard baby can’t leave a minute too soon Just listen for the drumbeat in the riverbank woods We’re gonna roll on up around midnight, feast on the Devil’s goods, feast on the Devil’s goods, yeah... feast on the Devil’s goods Chorus Chorus Boogiefied - 6:22 (M. Katon) Everyday of my life I twang this guitar Well, it don’t look like much man, but it’s got me this far When they try to beat me down I don’t throw my towel in the ring- I just plug up this old guitar and do my boogie-thang I just don’t sit there cryin’ in my beer, I kick down the door let ‘em know that I’m here Chorus I reach for the knob- Boogiefy it up I make it throb- Boogiefy it up Gotta crank that knob- Boogiefy it up That’s my job- Boogiefy it up Day by day they tryin’ to do me in So I whup a little boogie on ‘em every now and again Well, they can try like hell to shut me down, but there just ain’t no stoppin’ this bad one boogie sound Gimme some of that honkin’ bass and lowdown drummin’ When I crank it up man they gonna know I’m comin’ Chorus...."Let’s get Boogiefied!" -Solo- Chorus......"Oh yeah!" The Detroit River Dirty Blues - 3:49 (M. Katon) Been on the road for forty days I’m a wired and hungry road hound I’m rollin’ towards that dirty river Detroit City bound Chorus I’ve got the Detroit River dirty Detroit River dirty blues... Detroit River dirty Detroit River dirty blues Well I got me a factory girl, She buildin’ cars on that Ford assembly line When I see her I’m gonna drive it home Just to let her know she’s mine, all mine Chorus I’m rollin’ up that long 7-5 to see my Suzy Q If you ever had a girl from the Eastside, you know just what a Detroit girl can do... -Solo- Them factories are comin’ into view...yeah it’s just about dawn I’m gonna take care of my Detroit River girl Come tommorow mornin’ I’ll be gone, long gone Chorus Chorus Yes I do!
Album Credits: Bad Machine Release
date:
01/5/2002 Produced by Michael Katon Recorded at Wild Ass Records – Hell, Michigan – USA Mastered by Will Spencer at Solid Sound, Ann Arbor, Michigan Issued under license from Wild Ass Records Musicians: Michael Katon –
Vocals, high and low frequency guitars, harmonica, drum pounding on track 3 Donn Deniston
– Drums on tracks- 2,4,7,8,9,10,11 Jon Eppinga – Drums on tracks 1,5,6
Michael Katon uses Fender Guitars and G.H.S. Strings |
