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I’LL BUILD A WALL
Jim Terr © 2016 Blue Canyon Music BMI
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(chorus 1)
I’ll build a wall, between your heart and mine.
A wall so tall, it’ll stand the test of time.
Made of cement, and rebar strong and fine.
I’ll build a wall, between your heart and mine.
Verse:
She: He invaded me, with drugs and guns and with lies
About his mom, his income and his size.
He: She done me wrong, in twice as many ways (as what she just said)
She: We’ll build a wall, and by God he will pay.
(chorus 2)
I’ll build a wall, between your heart and mine.
A wall so tall, it’ll stand there for all time.
Made of cement, and rebar strong and fine.
I’ll build a wall, between your heart and mine.
Verse 2:
HE: She stole my heart, and ran off down the street.
Spoke to other men, with words so soft and sweet.
SHE: He can’t blame me, for needin’ a little thrill.
HE: We’ll build a wall, and she will foot the bill.
I’M SO GLAD YOU MET ME
© 2017 Jim Terr -
by “Donnie Trunk”, world’s most famous mystery country star
You saw me on TV and wrote me a letter.
It changed both our lives, yoogely so, for the better.
I kicked out that freeloader who was getting’ near fifty.
Cost me a bundle but havin’ you ‘round is nifty.
We complement each other in fabulous ways. **
I brighten up your nights not to mention your days.
Together we COMprise humanity’s best.
I’ve got strength, smarts and humor,
You PROvide the rest.
Ch:
I’m so glad you met me, just think if you didn’t.
Your good looks and good taste from the world would be hidden.
I know) That don’t rhyme perfect but who needs those rules?
I blaze my own trail, not like those other fools.
You’ve made me a better man, really you have.
I’m happy to have you and to pick up the tab.
I’m dealin’ with assholes all day here at work,
But at least there’s a bombshell who don’t think I’m a jerk.
Ch. 2
I’m so glad you met me, just think if you hadn’t.
You’d be fallin’ down now like the Hotel Aladdin. (show “implosion” video)
I know) That don’t rhyme perfect but who needs those rules?
I blaze my own trail, not like those other fools.
Yeah unlike those losers, I make my own ruuuuules.
Not yet recorded
DRAINING THE SWAMP - DT
Jim Terr © 2017 (Jerry Lee Lewis style – try TRICKLE track)
I promised you a happy home, on a piece of solid ground
With no alligators or wild hogs, anywhere to be found.
No bugs or frogs, no poison snakes, no voodoo folks doin’ the stomp.
Don’t mean to be harsh about a natch’l marsh, but I promised I’d drain that swamp. –MOD-
A level playing field so clean, so plain and clear and dry
Where good folks can do business with standards pure and high.
But now you are complaining that the swamp ain’t drained quite yet.
Well, darling have some patience and you’ll get, well, what you get.
CHORUS:
Darlin don’t you understand that to clear out alligators
I had to bring in zombies, vampires, werewolves and Darth Vaders.
I didn’t say I’d make that swamp a sunny, sandy shore.
I meant I’d can those wimpy monsters who was livin’ there before.
Yeah, I’ve brought in folks whose arsonistic skills are well-defined,
Who’ll burn down every agency to which they are assigned.
A fox for every henhouse, two wolves for every sheep.
In that strange way, if you’ll have some faith, my promise I will keep. To bring you---
CHORUS 2:
---A level playing field so clean, so plain and clear and dry
Where good folks can do business with standards pure and high.
I didn’t say I’d make that swamp a sunny, sandy shore.
I meant I’d can those wimpy monsters who was livin’ there before.
Yes, I meant I’d bring in bigger snakes than what was there before.
DONNIE AT THE BAT
© Jim Terr 2017 recitation
After “Casey at the Bat” (with reference to the Reichstag fire)
Mudville was despondent when I came up to bat.
Its once-great team was down by seven, if you can imagine that.
The bases loaded, and even if I drove us all right in,
‘T’was unlikely, there in the bottom of the ninth, that we could win.
So at this crucial juncture, this critical point in time,
The pitcher threw a fast ball, right toward me it came flyin’.
I clobbered it with speed and strength; it echoed through the hills.
That turnin’ point when I saved the day, the folks remember still.
For though you may not think four runners eight more points could score,
Some mighty flames did suddenly from our home team dugout soar.
The crowd, bedazzled by the blaze, scarce noticed how well and fine
I led my teammates ‘round the bases for –yes!- a full two times! (a 2nd time?)
The umpire tried to protest but I quickly shouted him down.
Cuz fair or not we needed that win in our sad, (despondent?) town.
Eight runs were scored by four brave players, a welcome victory.
And no one ever did they know that blaze was set by me.
…heh heh…
HOW GREAT YOUR LOVE FOR ME - DT
© 2017 Jim Terr hymn style
I don’t know what I’ve done, to be so deep in your heart.
Though I’ve never turned and run; I’ve always done my part. --
From Montreal to Mexico, to the black community.
I thank you and I appreciate how great your love for me.
CHORUS:
I feel your love so strongly, from every little town.
I feel like I belong, wherever I touch down.
From North and South Korea, from sea to shining sea,
From Africa to Antarctica, I feel your love for me.
So come into my arms if you’ve not entered yet.
Apparently there’s something here, nowhere else you can get.
Wherever people do consume tacos or kimchee,
Matzohs or macaraoni, I taste your love for me.
CHORUS:
Yes I feel your love so strongly, from every little town.
I feel like I belong, wherever I touch down.
From North and South Korea, from sea to shining sea,
From Africa to Antarctica, I feel your love for me.
Yes in Tiananmen Square and everywhere,
How great… your love… for me….
GO 85 –DT
Recitation - parody of old c/w trucker recitation, “Giddyup Go”
© 2017 Jim Terr
I remember I used to go with my daddy to the great buildings he owned, up and down the elevators, callin on the tenants who were late on their rent or just to see if anyone had brought in any pets or other undeclared contraband.
I was always excited to go with him, and as we went up in the elevator I’d always say “Go 85, Daddy” cuz I’d want to go all the way to the top, the 85th floor, and he’d say yes we’re goin straight to the top, though usually we didn’t. He just liked to hear me say “Go 85 Daddy.”
Well, not long after that, my daddy disappeared from my life. Mama never said what happened or where he went, but I grew up with a burnin desire to build my own tall buildings some day. And eventually I did, and people always wondered why I’d say, as I went up in the elevator, “Go 85, Daddy”, “Go 85.”
Well one day I rode up with my construction crew up to the top of the tallest building I had built to date, a full 88 floors, and as we were getting out up at the top, I looked down and saw someone who looked strangely familiar on the penthouse roof of the tall building next door, there at the rooftop swimming pool. He had a babe on each arm just like my daddy used to do, and for some reason I shouted out, at the top of my lungs, “Go 85, Daddy!”
Well I’ll bet you now the rest. I pulled out my binoculars to get a better look, and I could see my daddy’s monogram on the old bathrobe he was still wearin. I waved at him and yelled out, “Daddy, it’s your son!” I was so excited to go down and go up and see him again. He waved and said “Hi, son, I’ll have my people call your people and set up lunch sometime soon.”
I’m still waitin’, but I’m so happy I met up again with the only person who really understands when I say… “Go 85, Daddy. Go 85.”
THE ONLY TIME I WAS EVER WRONG DT
Jim Terr © 2017
CHORUS:
The only time I was ever wrong was one time when I thought I was wrong but I wasn’t.
The only time I make a mistake is when I think some guy knows more than me but he doesn’t.
The only time I outdo myself is when I think I’m gonna outdo myself but I don’t.
The only time you’ll surpass me is when pigs and cows do fly – but you know they won’t.
Well I) came out tellin that obstetrician how to pat my butt.
When they got me home I requested ice cream with pistachio nuts.
My teachers swooned before my superior wisdom on display.
My Sunday school teacher likewise cuz I had so much to say.
The cowboys and the generals I encountered along the way.
The quarterbacks and coaches lookin’ for that magic play.
They all sensed that somehow I knew how to do it all.
The proper brand or tactic, the perfect play and the perfect call.
--MODULATE--
So if you think you’re smart, my friend, well you have no idea.
Just set your big ideas aside and sit with me right heah.
I’ll tell you things you never thought of and how to do em right.
I taught the fishies how to swim and the birds how to take flight.
CHORUS:
The only time I was ever wrong was one time when I thought I was wrong but I wasn’t.
The only time I make a mistake is when I think some guy knows more than me but he doesn’t.
The only time I outdo myself is when I think I can outdo myself but I don’t.
The only time you’ll surpass me is when pigs and cows do fly – but you know they won’t.
Yeah you think some day you’ll be lucky enough to be smarter than me but buddy you just won’t.
OLD ROY – DT
Jim Terr © 2017 – in the recitation style of OLD SHEP
START (al dente):
When I first met Roy he was older than me.
I was two, and he was about three.
Now I’m older than both of us and Roy is dead.
But I wanna tell ya about the beautiful life that we led.
Together.
Ol Roy was our German Shepherd, a trusty friend and true.
If ever you laid a hand on me, why, he’s take a bit out of you.
Yes, he was my protector, my cop and judge and jury.
If you looked at me in just the wrong way, he’d rip yr throat out in a hurry.
In truth he was a pussy cat, a furry, friendly boy.
But I learned some crucial lessons from my good old best friend Roy.
Yes, don’t wait for that first strong punch, but strike out first yourself.
Old Roy taught me this lesson, as he tore into yet someone else.
--MOD--
One day ol Roy just disappeared; he was getting pretty old.
I found his carcass lyin there, in a field so bleak and cold.
I noticed how thin and bony he really was under all that hair.
But I remember how, with just a look, he could give anyone a scare.
He’s gone now except in spirit, my wiry, fiery boy.
But I’ve never forgot the lessons that I learned from Old Roy.
EAST EUROPEAN GIRLS – DT
© 2017 Jim Terr
The East coast girls and the west coast girls,
The milkmaids from the Middle states,
All have their plusses and their points,
I’m not sayin’ they ain’t great.
Now I’m not just bein’ Braggodacio,
But I need more than the USA has got, ya know.
There’s just no one quite as great
As a pretty little gal from the Baltic states.
CHORUS:
Bulgaria, Romania, Translvania.
They all beat some girl from Pennsylvania.
Latvia, Mother Russia, and Slovokia,
Bee-lieve me, those girls will rock ya.
Take me half way around the world,
To find some East European girls.
She’s gonna be as sweet as maple syrup,
As long as she’s from Eastern Europe.
O-HI-O, I don’t think so,
Gimme Montenegro or Sarajevo.
LAST CHORUS:
There’s just no one quite as great
As a pretty little gal from the Baltic states.|
So take me half way around the world,
To find some East European girls.
Yeah take me half way around the world,
For some East European girls.
THE IMMIGRANT SONG –dt
Jim Terr © 2017 (in “Johnny Horton through History” style)
Well they burned our homes and wagons,
And our kids if you must know.
And they said if you have had enough,
Well you are free to go. (Now…?)
They were glad when we departed,
All we had under our arms,
Then they took our cows and chickens,
From our tiny little farms.
CHORUS:
We arrived here in America
And we made this country great.
And now that it is perfect,
Immigrants please go away.
Yes please just go away.
Yes they called us scum and vermin,
Kept us down when we got here.
Tried to make sure we were squirmin
But we overcame our fear.
CHORUS AGAIN.
LORD LIFT ME UP – to floor 23 (DT)
Jim Terr © 2017 bluegrass gospel, perhaps acapella
One day our chief of maintenance was home sick with the flu.
My daddy said hey Donnie T, there’s something you must do.
A tenant on the 23rd floor, her toilet’s overflowed.
For all the things we’ve done for you, this one we feel we’re owed.
I took this step with no complaint, I left our penthouse fair.
And journeyed down to 23, to fix that toilet there.
My hands were soiled, my knees were sore, no one to comfort me,
But somehow I have not forgot that sweet humility.
CH: Lord please when it comes my time, a coffin made of gol,
Will not, even I realize, my go-go good life hold.
When comes my time to leave this world, when Jesus comes for me,
Lord please won’t you lift me up to Floor 23.
Because you see ‘twas there I one time tasted mankind’s lot.
I fixed that toilet, if you knew for what pay you’d be shocked.
‘Twas none but just the satisfaction of a job well done.
No extra pay for getting that toilet once again to run.
CH: But still that moment beckons me and brings me down to earth.
The one day I felt truly human since my day of birth.
If e’er that feeling comes again I guess that we shall see.
But when it’s time Lord won’t you lift me up to Floor 23.
not quite sure about these...
THE ONLY RETURNS YOU’LL EVER SEE -DT-
Jim Terr © 2017 word “return” “doubled”
I try to give a big return to those who would invest
In properties I’m developing, which by the way are the best!
And if you sell me a washer-dryer that’ll take my load and burn it
You can be damn sure you’ll hear from my people when they come down and return it.
You give me a book for Christmas, you’ll get two in return:
What you gave plus another one. That’s the only way you’ll learn.
And if I return to my humble roots with just (another?) million dollar stake,
I guarantee on my return another billion I will make.
CHORUS:
But don’t bug me ‘about my tax returns, my overseas property.
The ree-turns mentioned above are the only returns you’ll ever see.
Guitar fill.. MOD…
If I bought Russian real estate that’s none of your concern.
I’ll check up on its progress there some day when I return.
And when your birthday comes around I’ll wish you a fabulous day.
With many returns around the sun; that’s the Donnie Trunky way.
CHORUS:
But don’t bug me ‘about my tax returns, my overseas property.
The ree-turns mentioned above are the only returns you’ll ever see.
Yeah that audit that should be done by now, will take an eternity…
(I’m countin’ on it!)
GRAB IT WHILE YOU CAN -DT-
© 2017 Jim Terr
Some things come along, only every now and then..
A steal, a feeling for a very special friend.
Sometimes they / don’t even know you yet.
But you gotta reach and touch … LIFE! Every chance you get.
Not everyone appreciates every gesture that you make.
But making that special effort, is really all it takes.
It can be a little bold, but someone’s gotta make that move,
As a thousand generations of humankind will prove
CH: Don’t hesitate to reach beyond
Your comfortable boundaries before it’s gone.
Believe me when I tell you friend,
You’d better grab it while you can.
(MOD – pretty guitar fills..)
While the fruit is ripe it must be picked.
Not later, or it might make you sick.
If you see a fine melon, pear or peach.
Grab it now while it’s in reach.
CH: No please don’t hesitate to reach beyond
Your comfortable boundaries before it’s gone.
Believe me when I tell you friend,
You’d better grab it while you can.