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@ALBUM: Just Havin' Fun
Artist: Jonathon Brandmeier
1982 Loon Records
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@SONG: The Snowbird Calls

This is a telephone call from a "winter visitor" to a radio station.
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@SONG: The Snowbird Song
(Bill Carmichael/Jonathon Brandmeier)

There's a trailer in the middle of the street
Equipped with toilet, man it's really neat
A man gets out, shuffles his feet away
In the road he spots a dime
He'll stop and pick it up everytime
He gets run down
He's bck in town
He's a snowbird

CHORUS
Lookout!
There's a car with a snowbird drving
He's out for his daily drive
So move on
There's a car with a snowbird driving
So just stay inside
If you want to stay alive

He goes to Smitty's once or twice a week
The snowbird picture's looking really bleak
There's more of them moving here every day
He spends his cash, so I'm told
He tells me that someday we'll all be old
And then to boot he wears a leisure suit
He's a snowbird

CHORUS

There's a car right across the street
A compass on his dash, it can't be beat
A man gets in and heads for his Sunday buffet
Yeah, yeah, yeah
He's in the left lane trying to turn right
His vision's blurred, his bowlow tie's too tight
Why your home's aluminum!
You turquoise scum!
You're a snowbird!

CHORUS

Lookout!
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@SONG: Horse with No Legs
(Jonathon Brandmeier/Dewey Bunnell)
(To te tune of "A Horse with No Name")

On the first part of the journey
I was looking at a bizarre kill
there were hoofs and limbs horse smell everywhere
At Fortyith and Union Hills

The first thing I met was a humane man
Who said he couldn't figure this mess out
Some said it was kids, low-rider ponies, or a strange religious cult

CHORUS
Somewhere in the desert
There's a horse with no legs
Who is going through a lot of pain
Some crazy loon just sawed off his limbs
And there ain't no way to get them back again
La la la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la la

After three days in the desert sun
The legs began to turn red
A circle was formed
Four legs pointed north
Was it the work of some cult bonehead?
To think of horses with stumps
With bellies dragged on the ground
Made me sad to thiink they were dead

CHORUS

After nine days we still don't know what to think
And we haven't even got a clue
The horses don't have a leg to stand on
They'll just turn 'em into Elmer's Glue

Now the first thing we met was a humane man
Who said he couldn't figure this mess out
Some said it was kids, low-rider ponies, or a strange religious cult

CHORUS
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@SONG: Did the Stones Show Up?
(Jonathon Brandmeier/Mick Jagger/Keith Richards)
(To the tune of "Start Me Up")

Yeah!
Did the Stones show up?
If you say no, I wonder if they ever will?
Did the Stones show up?
If you say no, I wonder if they ever will?

Well!
Your tongue is out
You scream and shout
But when will it stop, will it stop?
Will it stop?

You'll make a grown man cry
You'll make a grown man cry
If you pass him by

I got a feelin'
The next time out
That you'll need wheel chairs to get about

Yeah! I know it!

Now would the boys show up?
Would Mick get sick if he had to prance again?
Could we start 'em up for one more show?
I say no and I'm a fan

Would the boys throw-up?
Would Mick get sick if he had to
Prance again, prance again,
Prance again

You make a grown man die
You make a grown man die
If you say goodbye

Ron, Bill, and Charlie could you keep going?
Would Keith be stoned,
And will Mick be rollin'?
No way?

Would we come to see dead men?
Would we come to see dead men?
No, no!
Now would we come to see dad men?
No, no, no, no, no!
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@SONG: Celebrity Loon Line

This is a compilation of celebrity telephone calls featuring Steve Martin,
Mr. T, Slim Whitman, Mr. Rogers, Hanky and Jerry Mathers.
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@SONG: Party Animals
(Jonathon Brandmeier)

Oh!
The more you drink
The less we stink
The more you drink
The less we stink, stink, stink
We're not leavin'
'Til you're heavin'
We're not leavin'
'Til you're heavin'
The more you drink
The less we stink
The more you drink
The less we stink, you see
Hey!
We are not human, we are party animals!

Oh!
The more you drink
The less we stink
The more you drink
The less we stink, stink, stink
We like to holler
We scream and shout oh!

We never sleep
We just pass out
You crack us up
You say we're sick
You crack us up
You say we're sick
And we say
We are not human, we are party animals!

Yeah, we're not leavin'
'Til we're heavin'
We're not leavin'
'Til we're heavin'
We're not leavin'
'Til we're heavin'
We're not leavin'
'Til we're heavin'
[Puke, puke, puke, puke!]
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@SONG: Red Snow in Idaho
(Jonathon Brandmeier)

Well it's hard to believe it's happening there
Farmers walking 'round with clubs in the air
Saying, "Hey bunny, bunny come out a your hole and I'll crush your skull."
Now the rabbits say,
"Johnny, it's always been the same
We would get up in the morning
Chew on the farmers' grain
Yeah, we never worried
We never felt pain of something sticking in our head
We should'a stayed in bed."

CHORUS
Why is the snow red
In Mudd Lake, Idaho?
They're huring little rabbits again
Don't ya know
It makes the farmers' garden grow
Hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe

Well the farm boys say,
"Hey this ain't no great time but we got the world's largest receding hare
line.
The rabbits keep backing away
When we chase them every Saturday."
Oh, what's the fuss?
They can't understand
They want them rabbits to get off their land
They want to, help 'em off
They want to, give 'em aa hand yeah
Across the neck
Oh, what the heck

CHORUS

Bunny, this isn't funny
You're costing farmers money
You flunked another E.P.T.
Another pregnancy
Oh no

the more babies you make
The more bunnies will die
You've got to knock it off
I know you can try
Attack Jimmy Carter
But stop multiplying
You got Bugs Bunny crying
Please stop dying

CHORUS
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@SONG: Mick Jagger (What Makes Your Lips So Big?)
(Jonathon Brandmeier/Mick Jagger/Keith Richards)
(To the tune of "Brown Sugar")

Well, hey Mr. Jagger
Won't you play some tunes
Out here in the desert
In the land of the loons
This ain't L.A. but we are just as hip
If you don't show we'll give ya fatter lips
Yeah!

CHORUS
Oh, Mick Jagger
What makes your lips so big?
Mick Jagger,
Come down to Phoenix to sing

Well you can really get down with Mesa Mormon girls
Spend the night partying down in Leisure World
Go to Sun City if you really wanna
You and the Stones could do some Porcelana

CHORUS

Well now listen Mr. Jagger to what I've just said
Cuz you're almost forty and you're almost dead
You come down we'll get ya serious cash
But you better get here quick as Jumpin' Jack Flash
Yeah!

CHORUS

I said yeah, yeah, yeah, loon!
I said yeah, yeah, yeah, loon!
I said yeah, yeah, yeah, loon!
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@SONG: Dead Donkeys
(Jonathon Brandmeier)

Yahoo!

Well, out in the desert in the Valley of the Sun
The burros ltiplied but they was just havin' fun
And the military men came in with the guns
And a blew 'em away to donkey heaven

CHORUS
Ya got dead donkeys on the runway again
Dead donkeys on the runway again
Ya got dead donkeys on the runway again
Because of them sharp shootin' men

Well the airplane runway and the Naval base
Was a home to the burros they love that place
Those ol' critters don't fit in with the men
They shot 'em before
They'll probably do it again

CHORUS

That's right!
You got donkeys running 'round with bullets in their necks
Helicopters landing all over their beds
Cleveland Armory is really fried
'Cuz all his donkey friends have died
They're dead
They're in the runway
YOu better get them pick-up trucks and get them out of our way

Say now,
Francis the mule and Mr. Ed
Roll over in your graves
'Cuz your buddies are dead
Two sides are fightin'
And a lot's been said
BUt I'm only reporting on the things that I read

CHORUS
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@SONG: Loon Line Hall of Fame

This is a compilation of phone calls from listeners.
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@SONG: Johnny in the Morning (Just Havin' Fun)
(Jonathon Brandmeier)

Well people say I'm crazy
Some say I'm insane
Some say I'm immature
Some say I'm inhumane
Ah, let 'em squawk
'Cuz I don't care
What they throw my way
Yeah, I'm plaing tunes
In the valley of the loons
And loving it every day

CHORUS
I'm just havin' fun
Can't ya see
And I ain't out to hurt no one
But there's a few of 'em after me
Now, life goes too fast
So I'm just trying to make it last
I'll be "Johnny in the Morning"
Just as long as I can be

Now they're strangling ducks in Tempe
He's got a crowbar in his head
They're eating dogs in California
And blowing off donkey's heads
They got rats in the sewer with Spaghetti-O's
And disco killing mice
Wel it's stories like these
Full of stink and sleaze
That make my job so nice

CHORUS

Well I get up 'fore the sun does
To go on the radio
Yeah, the folks they should put in a mental home
They just put 'em on my show
You got the Singing Loon, Roscoe too
Don't forget the Repetition Kid
You got Yvonne in heat, sound so darn sweet
She's trying to get me into bed

CHORUS

People, you know I love you
You really make my day
And until I get a better offer
Well this is where I'm gonna stay

CHORUS

And I'll be "Johnny in the Morning"
Just as long as I can be
Good morning to ya buddy
And I'll be "Johnny in the Morning"
Just as long as I can be
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267@ef.gc.maricopa.edu -Dread Zeppelin, "Jungle Boogie"
Glendale Community College,
Glendale, Arizona "Hug the world and sit on its face!"
-Me
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