Rip it hard - 4:18
 (M. Katon)
Provogue
Been all day since I seen my honey
Been workin' ten hours tryin' to make that money
Slavin' all day just to earn that dime
But now it's five o'clock and it's party time!
-Chorus
Rip it hard
Rip it hard
Rip it hard
Boogie all night long!
Well it's hard in the mornin' headin' out that door
Specialy when ya boogied all the night before!
I keep my eye on the clock when I'm towin' that line
We're gonna...
-Chorus
let me tell ya what I'm gonna do
I gotta tighten up my boogie shoes
Get a little bit of that "boogie juice"
Now look out baby I'm on the loose!
-Chorus
-Chorus
Buncha loud boogie - 5:05
(M. Katon)
Provogue
Turn on my radio
What do I hear?
A bunch of watered down
mamby pampy pap in my ear
-Chorus
Play me a bucha loud boogie
Yeah a buncha loud boogie
'Cause it makes me feel goodie
To hear a buncha loud boogie
Play me some hard rockin'blues
And shake the plaster above
It's that lowdown soundthat realy gives me a buzz
-Chorus
Don't play no hip-hoppin
Flip floppin - fashion clown
I need that pointy - toed boot sound to get me down
-Chorus
Don't watch no MTV
Don't watch no VH1
I play some Elmore James and watch my baby
She realy shakes her noogie
When ya play a buncha loud boogie
-Chorus
my little girlie is a rock-n-roll queen
she can hoochie coochie like you've never seen
Just play a
-Chorus
She realy shakes her noogie
When you play a buncha loud boogie
You love me up - 5:23
(M. Katon)
Provogue
You keep on teasin'. I keep believin'
You swear you love me, but then you snub me
-Chorus
You love me up but then you leave me down
Throw up my heart, then let it hit the ground
Swear I'm your man, treat me like your clown
You love me up but then you leave me down
You start your lyin', it gets me flyin'
Just when I trust you, yeah my heart breaks in two
Must be a stone fool, yeah for lovin' you
You thrill my heart, yeah but then ya tear it apart
-Chorus
Leave me down
Bridge
Your magic potion, stirs my emotion
Yeah you make me crazy, that's when my will gets lazy
You build my hopes up, and I think that I'm in luck
Soon as I believe, yeah that's right when you leave!
-Chorus
Leave me down
Bridge
I'm up on cloud nine, when you say that you're mine
But then I shatter, yeah when ya say I don't matter
Why do you tease me? Say that you need me
Just when I think I'm on the right track
Yeah, I got your knife right in my back
-Chorus
-Chorus
Burn the joint down - 6:03
(M. Katon)
Provogue
I'm makin' my way on to your town
You're gonna hear me commin' for miles around
I gotta guitar full of that boogie sound
Gonna crank it up and burn the joint down
It's gonna be a bash like there's never been
Just turn on the juice and plug me in
I track down fun like an old blood hound
Then let it rip and burn the joint down
Break out hell and burn it big
Honk down on it till ya flip your wig
May set fire to the whole damn town
When we crank it up and burn the joint down
No more whiskey - 3:27
(M. Katon)
Provogue
I drank enough whiskey make a young man blind
I boogied so hard I nearly lost my mind
Don't give me no more whiskey
I don't need no whiskey
It done made me crispy
Don't give me no more whiskey
Them barstools got a little hard to ride
With the co-pilot Jack sittin' by my side
Don't give me no more whiskey
Life gets risky
When I drank that whiskey
-Chorus
Don't give me no more whiskey
No more whiskey, no more whiskey, no more whiskey
Life gets risky
When I drink that whiskey
I drank and I drank and I thought it was funny
'till I woke up in jail the judge took all my money
Life gets risky
When I drink that whiskey
So at the end of the night when I can barely crawl
Here's what I tell 'em when they say "last call"
No more whiskey
Don't give me no more whiskey
Life gets risky
When I drink that whiskey
Fried Jalapeños - 4:41
(M. Katon)
Provogue
If you see my baby man won't you send her home
If you see my baby man won't you send her home
I miss her fried jalapeños, ain't had none
since she's been gone
You'll know her when you see her
By the fryin' pan in her hand
You'll know her when you see her
By the fryin' pan in her hand
Her fried jalapeños, hot as a man can stand
If you see my baby you'll recognize her right away
If you see my baby you'll recognize her right away
That jalapeño juice runnin' down her chin's a dead give away
So when you see my baby, tell her to come on home
When you see my baby, tell her to come on home
I miss her fried jalapeños, ain't had none
since she's been gone
I miss her fried jalapeños, ain't had none
since she's been gone
I need her fried jalapeños, tell her I can't wait long
Lucky, lucky, lucky - 4:07
(M. Katon)
Provogue
Lucky, lucky, lucky
Man I feel so lucky, I don't know what to do
Repeat
She finally quit naggin' me
Packed up her bags, walked out the door and said
"We're through"
Now there ain't nobody tellin' me where I can go
Ain't nobody sayin' "Pick up them dirty clothes!"
And when I switch on my TV
I get to watch all my favorite shows!
Lucky, lucky, lucky
I feel so lucky I don't know what to do
She finally quit all of her naggin'
Packed up her suitcase, walked out the door and said
"We're through!"
Now thereain't no more "Do the dishes!"
Ain't no more "Take out the trash!"
And on Fridays when I get my paycheck man
I get to keep all my hard earned cash
Lucky, lucky, lucky
I feel so lucky I don't know what to do
She finally quit naggin' me
Walked out the door and said "We're through"
Big twin - 3:10
(M. Katon)
Provogue
I feel low down I been away too long
Yeh I feel low down I been away too long
Who's been ridin' on my big twin
With you since I been gone
Yeh there's grease all on the paintjob
And the gears have all been stripped
Yeh there's grease all on the paintjob
And the gears have all been stripped
You got water in the gas line mamma
And your saddlebags are ripped
Well the tread' s worn off your tires
And your head gaskets blown
Well the tread' s worn off your tires
And your head gaskets blown
Who's been ridin' on my big twin?
With you since I been gone
There's miss fire on one piston
You're running kinda slow
The oil pressure's fallin feels like you're gonna blow
Yeah girl you done me wrong
Who's been ridin' on my big twin
With you since I been gone
Your clutch ain't hardly working
And your chain is hanging loose
Your clutch ain't hardly working
And your chain is hanging loose
Gotta blow out your tailpipe mamma
And give your battery some juice
Hey now mister sherrif, don't turn your radar on
Hey now mister sherrif, don't turn your radar on
I'm gonna kick down on the starter
Crank on the gas and I'll be gone
Barbeque on my boogie - 7:16
(M. Katon)
Provogue
I like a little barbeque on my boogie
A little hot sauce on the side
Repeat
And when my baby lets me taste her jalapeño
Man that's when I get satisfied
The little girl's red hot cookin'
Will make you come runnin' home
Repeat
She puts barbeque on my boogie
And hot sauce on my ice-cream cone
Bridge
You can't taste her cookin', without losin' your mind
Her hot tomallies send lightnin' down your spine
The little girl's red hot cookin' will make you come runnin' home
She puts barbeque on my boogie
And hot sauce on my ice-cream cone
Big bad booty - 9:11
(M. Katon)
Provogue
There's somethin' comin' after you every single day
On your television or magazine right there on display
There ain't no escape for every boy, girl
Woman or man
Everywhere you turn and look, it's all across the land
-Chorus
Talkin' 'bout big bad booty
Talkin' 'bout big bad booty
They tell ya bon ton roulette, with that big bad booty
President or housewife or an educated fool
The big bad booty never fails to make 'em drool
Listen what I say, there's a lesson to be learned
When the booty passe by
All their heads can't help but turn
Talkin' 'bout the
-Chorus
it's after you
Wound up - 4:21
(M. Katon)
Provogue
I'm wound up, I'm wound up tight
I'm wound up, said I'm wound up tight
I gotta play me some boogie, so I will feel alright
I'm wound up,as tight as I can be
I'm wound up,as tight as I can be
I gotta play my guitar so it will satisfy me
I'm wound up
I'm wound up
Wound up
repeat
Album Credits: Rip it hard
Releasdate: 29/5/1994
Produced by Michael Katon
Recorded at Iron String Studio, Hell Michigan-USA
Mastered by Will Spencer at Solid Sound, Ann Arbor, Michigan-USA
Rob Robinson –
Assistant engineer on “Big twin”
Musicians:
Michael Katon
- Guitar, Vocals
All instruments on “Big bad booty”
Jon Eppinga –
Drums
Gary Ramussen
– Bass
Rikki Mayr –
Bass on “Big twin”
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