Everybody Happy!

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Philosophers and Thieves:
A. Calvert as Wobbly Calvie - Bass, Vocals
R. Steinmeyer as Dick Wobbly - Banjo, Vocals
Z. Lively as Christmas Wobbly - Acoustic Guitar, Harmonica, Vocals
T. Hembree as Wobbly Lung – Keyboards, Percussion
T. Preston as Wobbly Timmy - Electric Guitar, Mandolin, Fiddle, Whistle, Vocals
D. Haynes as Dread Wobbly - Acoustic Guitar, Mandolin, Vocals
T. Kistka as Wobbly Toad - Drum Kit
J. Rogers as Jerm Wobble - Accordion, Organ, Percussion, Mandolin, Vocals
G. Smith as Monsta Wobble – Moral, Musical, and Muscular Support

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released March 13, 2011

Recorded by Jerm Rogers at The Escape Hatch! in Sunny St. Augustine, Florida, Fall 2010.
Additional engineering by Mr. Jackson Rogers.
All Tunes by The Wobbly Toms (except ‘Pig In A Pen’ Trad., Arr. Wobbly Toms)
Copyright 2010/2011, Wobbly Songs UnLtd.

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Track Name: Limoncello
Limoncello
©2008 Richard Steinmeyer

You come here all the time
And you know all the faces
And you think that you can free them
And you feel that you must save us

But I say to you, my friend
It will not matter in the end
Yes, I say to you my friend
You must relax, relax

Because these things that you say,
They do not bother me…

You worry about the government
And you fret about the air
You talk for miles about the economy
And then you talk about your lily white hair
Well, I say “What is it all for?” and
“Why do you do these crazy things?”
I do not understand at all,
No, no I do not understand

These things you say,
They do not bother me…

You run around all over town
With your hands held to the sky
Always asking to the Lord,
“Why, why, why, why, why?”
Well, I will tell you what to do
Just take your self downtown
Walk in through that red door
And gather all your friends around you
Tell that man behind the counter
(with a wide and toothy grin)
To pour you out your pleasure
(for me, I’ll have limoncello!)
Now, raise your glass up high
And toast to all your friends.
Raise your glass up higher now
And shout into the wind
“Skåltamesaltannnnnnnnnnnn!!!”
Track Name: Somewhere Over Abbott
Someone's in the kitchen, cookin' Hoppin' John
Bet yer bottom dollar that the stereo is on.
Homeless boys are pullin' strings down from the attic.
Startin' as a trio, soon came number four
Five, then six and seven, eight and even more
Some are gone, some are back, and some are still in transit.

A tuneless old piano, right against the stairs
Ghosts are in the closet, songs are in the air
Music was a hobby, it soon became a habit
When we began to wobble, somewhere over Abbott

Accordions and bagpipes, flutes and other things
Banjo, bass, a mandolin - and half a million strings
In very tiny spaces, we made quite a racket.
In pubs, sometimes clubs, even wedding halls
Thursday nights, Christmas Eve, whenever muses call
Melody's a golden ring, let's reach out and grab it!

A tuneless old piano, right against the stairs
Ghosta are in the closet, songs are in the air
Music was a hobby, it soon became a habit
When we began to wobble, somewhere over Abbott

And don't ya think it's funny?
Without alcohol and honey,
things might never have been the same.
Or at least, we'd have a different name...

Friends come out to see us, we love to watch 'em dance
We don't share any blood, but we are a family band
Rooted in the floorboards where greyhounds might be nappin'

A tuneless old piano, right against the stairs
Ghosts are in the closet, songs are in the air
Music was a hobby, it soon became a habit
When we began to wobble, somewhere over Abbott....
Track Name: Walkin' Down The Road
Walking down the road
I saw a big face
Walking down the road
At my own lovely pace
Walking down the road
Yeah there’s that big face
I had me some wine so I gave it a taste
Walking down that road (4X)
Walking down that road
Cause the bars had all closed
Walking down that road
I had nowhere to go
Walking down that road
Yeah the bars had closed
They said get out you bastards
it’s time to go home
Walking Down that Road (4X)
Walking down that road
And I tell you no lies
Walking down the road much to my surprise
Walking down that road yes I tell you no lies
You weren’t wearing no clothes and neither was I!
Walking down that road (4X)
Track Name: City By The Sea
Now I’ve made many friends I’ve seen many more go
Searching for something a place to call home
And when they do find it I’m sure they’ll agree
There’s a place in their heart for the City by the Sea

So go on go away go away and see
If there’s somewhere in this world that you’d rather be
And I’ll be here waiting I’ll save you a seat
And we’ll toast your return to The City by the Sea

So farewell me Zachary take your young Lizzie
It’s off to Seattle, the place you must be
And when you do get there I’m sure you’ll agree
You’ll wish you were back in The City by the Sea

And farewell me Richard take Miles and Jodi
It’s off to Kentucky the place you must be
The grass may be blue there the moonshine so sweet
In 7 long years you’ll be back here with me

And farewell me Daniel take Morgan with thee
It’s off into Dublin the place you must be
The beer may be black there the girls eyes so green
One day you’ll return to the City by the Sea

So farewell me Andy take Molly Magee
And that sweet little angel Penelope
It’s off into Stockholm that place you must be
We’ll all miss you here I the City by the Sea
Track Name: Red Door
When you walk in through the red door
Better leave your soul behind
Cause you’re dancing with the devil tonight
He’ll take you buy the hand and buy another round
And all the while he’ll tell you that everything’s all right

And it’s 1, 2, 3 can I have another please
Another would make me feel alright
And it’s 4, 5, 6 you’d better pour another quick
Cause we’re dancing with the devil tonight

So take your seat with the philosophers and thieves
And be sure to hold your glass really tight
Cause the benches are rocking and the tables are on fire
And you won’t be doing much thinking tonight

You know it’s good to be dancing on the tables
You know it’s good to be dancing in the rain
You know it’s good to be dancing with all your friends
And it’s good to be hammered in the brain

Now God loves a thinker but the devil’s a drinking man
He’s gonna keep your glass filled all night
So slam it down he’ll buy another round
And you won’t be doing much thinking tonight
Track Name: Where The Hell's My Coffee?
I put it down, right here, just now.
Then, it disappeared somehow.
It's absence I just can't allow!
Where The Hell's My Coffee?!?

That waitress put our order in
All morning, I've been yearnin'.
What's that I smell burnin'?
Where the Hell's My Coffee?!?


Oh, give me a cup of that roasted stuff,
don't forget sugar and milk.
It'll soothe yer soul, It'll keep you up-
Sweet as daisies, smooth as silk.

I'm standing in the grocery shop.
All the sudden, time has stopped -
My favorite brand is out of stock(!)
Where the Hell's My Coffee?!?
(Stir it up, Timmy!)

Oh, give me a cup of that roasted stuff,
don't forget sugar and milk.
It'll soothe yer soul, It'll keep you up-
Sweet as daisies, smooth as silk.
Of the dark beans powers,
you might express dismay,
but I'll be up for hours.
I been clocked at 20 cups a day...

Now, I don't drink that booze no mo'
But, I gotta get warmed up for the show-
I don't do speed, said "No" to Blow, so-
Where The Hell's My Coffee?!?
Track Name: Maddening Dead Men
When seated with good company
And laughter at the table
The time is passed with raised glass
And many fancy fables

But as the hours pass
And the fables they unwind
Unraveling into tales told
With bellies full of wine

And we dance…so….SWEETLY
We dance…so…..SWEETLY

Tales of wandering through the wilderness
On the deepest blackest nights
And bands of wicked creatures
Out searching for delights

They march into the forest
With bottles by their side
And trudge across that musty loam
And stare up at the sky

And dance….so….SWEETLY
And dance….so….SWEETLY


And they step into the clearing
For here it will begin
They shake off all their clothing
And tear off all their skin

And dance like maddening dead men
They dance like maddening dead men
They dance like maddening dead men
Like skeletons in the night


And dance....soooooo.....SWEETLY
And dance...soooooo....SWEETLY
Track Name: Gloriously Wasted
*** GLORIOUSLY WASTED ***
by: Richard Steinmeyer ©2006

It’s long past midnight now, and everything is still
And on the air is drifting a most forbidding chill
A ghost like fog approaches and dances in our view
And we can’t remember any of the things we thought we knew

And this whiskey we’ve been drinking has left us out to dry
And the harder that we try to think, the more thoughts pass us by
So we sit here in our stupor and take another sip
And with each drop, farther down this ladder we will slip

And we try to recollect what it was we want to say
But everything gets hazy and starts to fade away
All that we are sure of are these bottles in our grip
So we bring the whiskey to our lips and take another sip

It’s long past three a.m. and we are drinking still
And we have lost all sanity, all reason and all will
Just before we pass out, we’ve a glorious observation
We feel at one with everything in this whole damn creation

So we strip off every stitch of clothes and howl into the night
We run and laugh and dance and sing out in the full moonlight
We can’t remember who we are and in truth we do not care
Because right now we are everything and we are everywhere

Now the whiskey that was drinking us has taken us away
And we know that for our revelry the piper we must pay
so let’s drop a dram to dear old Pan for this mystery we’ve tasted
And celebrate for you and I are gloriously wasted…

Yes this Whiskey that’s been drinking us has taken us away
And we know that for our revelry the piper we must pay
So, lets drop a dram to dear old Pan for this mystery we’ve tasted
Cause’ right now you and I, my friends, we are all gloriously wasted…x3