Shuckin' the Jive

by Whitey & the Cadillac Franks

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credits

released 29 November 2011
Written, produced and performed by Whitey & the Cadillac Franks

Matt: Vocals, guitars, bass, keyboards, percussion, lyric transcribing
Joey: Vocals, keyboards, synthesizers, percussion, drum programming

Recorded, mixed and mastered at The Audubon Studio, August-October 2011

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tags: belgian man records oberlin pop rock & roll acoustic comedy rock funk new age rock and roll Boston

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Track Name: No Pants Today
You told me
That we would be together
Til the end of time
But you were wrong
And now my heart beats lonely
In the shadows
My life is despair
Ever since true love passed away
Within my soul
Is this the end
I find it's getting harder
To go on

It's all right
Cuz I'm not wearing pants today
Don't need pants
Just need my underwear
Feelin' fine
Cuz I'm not wearing pants today
Feels so good
I love the ocean breeze

My boss is a jerk
It's too unbearable to work
For such a troll
Sweating the days
Just to come home at night
To centipedes and fear
During my sleep
That they will carry me
Away back to their queen
Called pest control
But the guy they sent over
Stole my wife

I look fine
Wearing tightey-whiteys

I'm lying in bed
My windows rattle with
The sound of something strange
Bright light shines in
Now I am face-to-face
With two gray aliens
They looked real mean
And they abducted me
For research purposes
They beamed me up
Now I am singing this
From outer space

Everybody dance
If you're not wearing pants