QUARTER MILE MACHINE

Well it’s Friday night and lets go where the fun is

Steve says "Let’s go and find some honeys"

Well there’s a guy over there with a bunch of girls, but his car just steals the scene

Rev it up Rev it up go! Quarter Mile Machine

 

Wind it up, Wind it up, we’re losing ground now

Wind it up, wind it up, the pedals down now

Wind it up, wind it up, my engines singing

Wind it up, wind it up, my ears are ringing

Wind it up, wind it up Go! Quarter Mile Machine

 

Well he tells all the chicks that he’s a war-vet

That he drove an XKE and a yellow Corvette,

But that’s some rod he’s running now, like nothing I’ve ever seen,

Rev it up Rev it up go! Quarter Mile Machine

 

Wind it up, Wind it up, we’re losing ground now

Wind it up, wind it up, the pedals down now

Wind it up, wind it up, my engines singing

Wind it up, wind it up, my ears are ringing

Wind it up, wind it up Go! Quarter Mile Machine

 

When you see him comin’ better pull aside now

He floors the pedal and the blacktop’s fried now

In Road & Track, he’s something else, that car is really mean

Rev it up Rev it up go! Quarter Mile Machine

 

Wind it up, Wind it up, we’re losing ground now

Wind it up, wind it up, the pedals down now

Wind it up, wind it up, my engines singing

Wind it up, wind it up, my ears are ringing

Wind it up, wind it up Go! Quarter Mile Machine

©1987 Complete Music Ltd (Pearce)

 

WAITING FOR SUMMER VACATION

At the party Friday night, at Judy’s house up on the Heights,

We got to talking ‘bout last year, and how the summer’s getting near

Some of her friends were not turned on, by where we were comin’ from

So we took off their Springsteen, put on some Jan & Dean

 

Waiting for Summer Vacation, I couldn’t wait to get my feet in the sand

Waiting for Summer Vacation, I just can’t wait for summer vacation to come round

 

Using all the funds we got, workin’ in the Pizza Hut

I’m gonna be makin’ tracks, to give my board a lick of wax

Judy spent an hour or two, phoning everyone she knew,

But there’s no need to worry, they all joined in our safari

 

Waiting for Summer Vacation, I couldn’t wait to get my feet in the sand

Waiting for Summer Vacation, I just can’t wait for summer vacation to come round

©1987 Complete Music Ltd (C.Pearce/S.Dean)

 

GIRLTROUBLE

If the time was right, I would have called her tonight, but I backed down. Oh why, oh why?

I’d call on my friend but he’s dating again. He don’t come ‘round. He’s a lucky guy.

I’m waiting for the late night film, and there’s so much time to kill,

It’s just Girl Trouble, bringin’ me down again, Na na na na na na,

Girl Trouble, bringin’ me down again

 

I watch "Police Squad", and I’m hoping to God I feel better, but it’s still no good,

In front of the TV, where no-one can see me. Forget her. If I only could.

Maybe if the time is right, I’ll try again tomorrow night

But it’s Girl Trouble, bringin’ me down again, Na na na na na na,

Girl Trouble, Bringin’ me down again

 

What if she’s lonely, thinking "wish he would phone me like he said"? Have I let her down?

While I’m lost in thinking, her heart could be sinking, on her bed, way across the town

I’ve only got my hopes to lose, but I’m so afraid of bad news

It’s Girl Trouble, bringin’ me down again, Na na na na na na

Girl Trouble, bringin’ me down again

©1987 Complete Music Ltd (C.Pearce)

 

THE DAY THEY TOWED MY CHEVY AWAY

Well, I dropped outta school just the other week

Mum & Dad put me out on the street

I moved to a dump on the wrong side of town

I don’t care so long as I get around

My girlfriend cut out with my best friend

There’s no money left that I can spend

The ice-cream truck ran down my cat

But I could live with all of that

 

But that was the day, they towed my Chevy away

That was the day… They towed my Chevy away

 

Well I’d watch some TV but I’ve blown a fuse

And I can’t take any more bad news

My little sister’s the High School flirt

I spilled some chilli on my brand new shirt

Then I went and locked myself outta my pad,

Some girl mistook me for my Dad

Though deep inside it kinda hurts

I never thought that it could get much worse

 

But that was the day, they towed my Chevy away

That was the day… They towed my Chevy away

©1987 Complete Music Ltd (S.Dean/C.Pearce)

 

DON’T FACE THAT WAVE

Well it’s been rollin’ ‘round the ocean, for maybe 20 years or more,

I’ve heard the legends that say it’s true

That killer wave is returning, I heard it on the surf reports

I wouldn’t try it if I were you

There’s no way you can ride it, get it outta your head

So many guys have tried it, and wound up dead

 

Don’t face that wave!, Don’t face that wave!

 

Some say it came from Hawaii, some from the coast of Africa,

Some from the bomb at Bikini Atoll,

I’m moving up to the high ground, and watching through a telescope

Don’t wanna be there when you take a fall

There’s no way you can ride it, sit this one out

The ghost of those you’ve tried it, are gonna shout

 

Don’t face that wave!, Don’t face that wave!

 

Leave me the keys to your woody, your records and your stereo,

You know I’ll treat ‘em like they were my own

And when you go and get wiped out, don’t say I didn’t tell you so,

Give my regards to Davy Jones

There’s no way you can ride it, get it outta your head

So many guys have tried it, and wound up dead

 

Don’t face that wave!, Don’t face that wave!

Don’t face that wave!, Don’t face that wave!

©1987 Complete Music Ltd (C.Pearce)

 

JIMMY’S PAD

She spent the night at Jimmy’s pad.

He rented a place down by the sea, where we’d surf every weekend we were free,

She was my best girlfriend, but I say that’s all got to end ,because

She spent the night at Jimmy’s pad

 

She said her borrowed car broke down, and it’s such a long way from our town

She called, well, she said she tried, but I can’t help what I feel inside, because

She spent the night at Jimmy’s pad

 

Last summer, she took his number, I never thought twice about it,

Now she floors me, with this story, and she’s mad ‘cos I doubt it……ohhhhhhh

 

She spent the night at Jimmy’s pad

 

Last summer, she took his number, I never thought twice about it,

Now she floors me, with this story, and she’s mad ‘cos I doubt it……ohhhhhhh

 

He rented a place down by the sea, where we’d surf every weekend we were free,

She was my best girlfriend, but I say that’s all got to end ,because

She spent the night at Jimmy’s pad

She spent the night at Jimmy’s pad

©1987 Complete Music Ltd (C.Pearce)

 

HER DAD’S A JERK

He says I rev my car too loud, when I pick her up, he can’t hear his TV

He says we’re movin’ in a no-good crowd, and we got no future that he can see

Skips her homework, he goes berserk, Her Dad’s a Jerk!

 

He’s mad ‘cos she’s dyed her hair, her make-up’s changed, her clothes are groovy

And when The Monkees are on TV, he turns the channel to a John Wayne movie,

Skips her homework, he goes berserk, Her Dad’s a Jerk!

 

He hates all the latest sounds, he’s booked her lessons to learn the cello,

And when relations come to call, he never wants me to go say "hello"

He hates our shirts, and that’s the worst! Her Dad’s A Jerk

Ba bada ba Her Dad’s a Jerk

Ba bada ba Her Dad’s a Jerk

Ba bada ba Her Dad’s a Jerk

Her Dad’s a Jerk!

©1987 Complete Music Ltd (C.Pearce/S.Dean)

 

GOODBYE TO HIGH SCHOOL

I didn’t notice, I was too busy cruising round,

Too many nights upon the town, it’s true,

Now my time is nearly through,

Say Goodbye to High School

 

Sally & Pete were, maybe the friends that mattered most,

I got jealous if they got too close, but now they’re two

Cos my last exams I blew

Say Goodbye to High School

 

I could of done it, sure, but there was other things to do

And now it really hurts me to watch you, move to somewhere new

So Say Goodbye to High School,

Say Goodbye to High ……..School

©1987 Complete Music Ltd (C.Pearce)

 

VOLLEYBALL KING

All the guys’re braggin’ ‘bout the bets that they’ve been puttin’ down

The time has come to put up or it’s gonna be all over town

(He thinks he’s such a big shot)

Here comes the Volleyball King

Here comes the Volleyball King

 

He turns up on a motorcycle always just a little late

He likes to build the tension so he always makes the people wait

(He thinks he’s such a big shot)

Here comes the Volleyball King

Here comes the Volleyball King

 

(4th point!) He’s doing fine,

(5th point!) He’s hitting it down the line

(6th point!) Hey lookout! That ball is mine!

 

(He thinks he’s such a big shot)

Here comes the Volleyball King

Here comes the Volleyball King

 

(8th point!) I’m gaining last

(9th point!) Sure hope our luck will last

(10th point!) He sure has got some class

 

The game has come to climax and the final point has come to pass

He trips! He fumbles! He’s fallen down on his ass!

(He don’t look such a big shot)

There goes the Volleyball King

He was the Volleyball King

There goes the Volleyball King

He was the Volleyball King

©1987 Complete Music Ltd (C.Pearce/S.Dean)

 

I WISH THAT WOODY WAS MINE

She looks so neat, I’d make her sound so sweet,

I wish that Woody was mine

 

When I see her at the fillin’ station, I miss a gear and lose concentration,

That car’s got something mine will never have, I hate to see him treat her so bad

If she was mine I’d treat her fine now, drive to the beach nearly all the time now

That Woody looks and she moves so cool, I can’t understand what he’s doing at all

(That car’s hot! He should be shot! He doesn’t know what it is he’s got!)

She looks so neat, I’d make her sound so sweet,

I wish that Woody was mine

 

You can see him at the Sunday drag-meets, Hangin’ out with the other deadbeats

I guess the other guys feel the same as me, they all wanna own that wrecked Woody

When he’s on the street he grinds the gears. Losing the back-end, over-steers

But he’s a ho-dad and he’ll never learn, you don’t need to squeal the tyres when you turn

(That car’s hot! He should be shot! He doesn’t know what it is he’s got!)

She looks so neat, I’d make her sound so sweet,

I wish that Woody was mine

 

That car is like a pretty girl, care and attention will be returned,

But if you run her to the ground, that’s when she’s gonna let you down

I wish that woody was mine

 

When I see her at the fillin’ station, I miss a gear and lose concentration,

That car’s got something mine will never have, I hate to see him treat her so bad

If she was mine I’d treat her fine now, drive to the beach nearly all the time now

That Woody looks and she moves so cool, I can’t understand what he’s doing at all

(That car’s hot! He should be shot! He doesn’t know what it is he’s got!)

She looks so neat, I’d make her sound so sweet,

I wish that Woody was mine

I wish that Woody was mine

I wish that Woody was mine

I wish that Woody was mine

©1987 Complete Music Ltd (S.Dean/C.Pearce/G.Knipe)

 

THAT SPECIAL SUMMER

Your college classes moved you away from me,

And I was feeling so sad

But all the things I’ve planned, just you wait and see,

The waiting won’t be so bad

That Special Summer, next year

That Special Summer

That Special Summer next year

 

Well I’ve been killing my time since you were here,

There was nothing else I could do

I made a notch each day, down on the pier,

To show I’m thinking of you

That Special Summer, next year

That Special Summer

That Special Summer next year

 

The guy’s are gonna come around, when they catch sight of you

But we’ll just say, there’s no way, we’ve got a lot of catching up to do

 

Maybe we’ll stake a claim on our secret dune

And lose ourselves the whole day

And when the sun goes down, to swim beneath the moon

At midnight, what do you say?

That Special Summer, next year

That Special Summer

That Special Summer next year

 

The guy’s are gonna come around, when they catch sight of you

But we’ll just say, there’s no way, we’ve got a lot of catching up to do

 

Your college classes moved you away from me,

And I was feeling so sad

But all the things I’ve planned, just you wait and see,

The waiting won’t be so bad

That Special Summer, next year

That Special Summer

That Special Summer next year

©1987 Complete Music Ltd (C.Pearce)

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