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@ALBUM: Pocket Full of Kryptonite
Artist: Spin Doctors
1991 Epic Records
All selections by Spin Doctors unless noted.

Lineup:
Aaron Comess: Drums, percussion, Hammond organ
Mark White: Bass
Eric Schenkman: Guitars, vocals, piano
Christopher Barron: Vocals

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@SONG: Jimmy Olsen's Blues

Well, I don't think I can handle this
A cloudy day in Metropolis
I think I'll talk to my analyst
I got it so bad for this little journalist
It drives me up the wall and through the roof
Lois and Clark in a telephone booth
I think I'm going out of my brain
I got it so bad for little Miss Lois Lane

CHORUS
Lois Lane please put me in your plan
Yeah, Lois Lane you don't need no Superman
Come on downtown and stay with me tonight
I got a pocket full of kryptonite

He's leaping buildings in a single bound
I'm reading Shakespeare in my place downtown
Come on downtown and make love to me
I'm Jimmy Olsen not a titan, you see
He's faster than a bullet, stronger than a train
He's the one who got lucky, got his cape
Around Miss Lois Lane
I can't believe my dilemma is real
I'm competing with the man of steel

CHORUS
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@SONG: What Time Is It?

CHORUS
What time is it?
Four-thirty
It's not late, naw, naw
Just early, early, early

President, he sweat through his talcum
News paper man, he watch like a falcon
"Ah, look...Daddy's sorry, Mr. President, where ya been?"
Use a little English to doctor the spin

CHORUS

It's my bread and butter
Ain't got no other
It's on the TV
The spin's on me

Ayatollah, he's hopping mad
Jibber about some damn jihad
Send me back to old Baghdad
Spin doctor shag, it's oh so sad

CHORUS

It's my bread and butter
Ain't got no other
It's on the TV
The spin's on me
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@SONG: Little Miss Can't Be Wrong

Been a whole lot easier since the bitch left town
Been a whole lot happier without her face around
Nobody upstairs gonna stomp and shout
Nobody at the back door gonna throw my laundry out
She hold the shotgun while you dote-se-doe
She want one man made of Hercules and Cyrano
Been a whole lot easier since the bitch is gone
Little Miss, Little Miss Can't Be Wrong

CHORUS
Little Miss, Little Miss Little Miss Can't Be Wrong
Ain't no body gonna bow no more when you sound your gong
Little Miss, Little Miss Little Miss Can't Be Wrong
Whatcha go'n do to get into another one of these here
rock 'n' roll songs?

Other people's thoughts they ain't your hand-me-downs
Would it be so bad to simply turn around
You cook so well, all nice and French
You do your brain surgery too, with a monkey wrench

CHORUS

I hope them cigarettes are gonna make you cough
Hope you hear this song and it pissed you off
I take that back: hope you're doing fine
And if I had a dollar, I might give you ninety-nine

CHORUS
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@SONG: Forty Or Fifty

Forty or fifty horses
Lying in a lot
Red raincoats and rifles
An epidemic has been stopped
Scientist speaks what are you wondering about?
He got where he is by turning lab mouse inside out

CHORUS
The things we do and have to do
The things I do for you
And what you do for me too
The "Yeah, but I..."
And any other excuse
And if you take it for given
Then what's the use

All his possessions
Around him in his house
Lying beside him his
Companion and spouse
And in the morning
He dress and go to hell
All activated by
A little timer bell

CHORUS
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@SONG: Refrigerator Car

Your heart is a refrigerator car
It's cold and it never waits
Frozen truth and frostbite
Stacked unopen crates

CHORUS
You never loved your frozen freight
Perishables and bloodless meat
You rolling snowball soul of sleet
You never wait

You roll across the desert
And clack across the sand
Though snakes may fry outside
Flowers crumble petrified in your hand
Your heart's a paid-off porter
You lied to spare your soul
With one arm you blow your brains out
With the other you dig the hole

CHORUS

Grey ice in your hinges
Sliding doors shut frozen locked
Airtight every tiny hole
With hard white putty caucked

CHORUS
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@SONG: More Than She Knows
(Eric Schenkman/S. Lambert/G. Clark/J. P. Fitting)

I know she got everything she wants
I know she got everything she needs
I know she needs me more than she knows

I know she got everything she wants
I know she got everything she needs
I know she needs me more than she knows

She came on so sweet and kind
I wonder if I'm on her mind
She always turns away
I know I'll get her one of these days

I know she got everything she wants
I know she got everything she needs
I know she needs me more than she knows
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@SONG: Two Princes

One, two princes kneel before you
That what I said now
Pricnes, princes who adore you
Just go ahead now
One, his diamonds in his pockets
That's some bread, now
This one he wants to buy you rockets
Ain't in his head, now

This one he got a princely racket
That's what I said now
Got some Big Seal upon his jacket
Ain't in his head now
Marry him, your father will condone you
How 'bout that now
Marry me, your father will disown you
He'll eat his hat, now

CHORUS
Aww, marry him, marry me
I'm the one that loved you baby can't you see?
Ain't got no future or a family tree
But I know what a prince and lover might be
I know what a prince and lover might be

Said if you want to call me baby
Just go ahead now
And if you want to tell me maybe
Just go ahead now
If you wanna buy me flowers
Just go ahead now
And if you want to talk for hours
Just go ahead now

CHORUS
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@SONG: Off My Line
(Eric Schenkman/J. Bell)

I've been thinking lately
How to get you off my line
Don't seem all that easy but it
Feels alright
I've gotten rid of expectations
That I used to have
And we don't get along and it really ain't so bad

Somewhere in between the blue and the red
"This is temporary," is all she said
Someday things mauy be a little better than before
All these memories and thoughts knocking at my door

Alone in my room
I lay awake and dream
The sleeping half awake I got to
Try to explain
That I don't need your love and it
Means this much to me
I don't need your love woman won't you see

Somewhere in between the blue and the red
"This is temporary," is all she said
Someday things may be a little better than before
All these memories and thoughts knocking at my door

She must not realize
What this means to me
I figured out her disguise
Hey, Mama, I'm not dreaming
She's way off reality

I've been thinking lately
How to get you off my line
Don't seem all that easy but it
Feels Alright
I've gotten rid of expectations
That I used to have
And we don't get along and it really ain't so bad

CHORUS
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@SONG: How Could You Want Him (When You Know You Could Have Me)

I'm quite contented to take my chances
Against the Guildensterns and Rosencrantses
It's a matter of Cain and Abel
And I can feel your knee underneath the table

CHORUS
He doesn't dangle by the seraphim
He only wants a pretty face by him so
How could you want him when you know you could have me

See the pigeons peck and peck to pay the dues
They peck a little extra to re-sole their shoes
He's with the pigeons pecking crumbs
I'm on my death bed bleeding with the cherubim

CHORUS

Ferocious angels send us falling stars
But I know just how dangerous wishes are
Ferocious angels watch me come and go
But I'm not too smart to go barging off of roof tops thanx

Sit out September on the windowsill
Cause you can't drink wine from a two dollar bill
Saint Christopher lives on the end of the quill
Leave him a diamond in your last will

CHORUS
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@SONG: Shinbone Alley

Moonlight through the chickenwire humming window pane
Lukewarm water gasping down a rusty drane
Big towns in need of mending, streetlights shake toothsome beams
Denim shadows shuffle in between the beams

Different strokes for different folks so
Mind your manner and easy on the ethnic jokes
It's a dumbell curve you're trying to tally
All the way down to Shinbone Alley

Streets are metaccarpal and flesh of asphalt calm
Buildings rise like fingers from a concrete palm
Yellow lit apartment trickle through the drapes
Windows frame each history hidden even from the fire escapes
Sullen winter sparrow lands wing to expanse of grey
Six-thirty-two in the morning on Thanksgiving day
And the bums they hit the corners
The thunderkids rub their money
And the crack addicts stare at the snowflakes zig zagging
Down to the greet Jones

CHORUS
Seventy-two on the sour day, your barefeet sweep the parquet
And the light susprey white slanting past the microwave
Knuckles to eyeballs and elbows on the table
Spend the day gazing from your winter gable
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@SONG: Hard to Exist
(Christopher Barron/Eric Schenkman/John Poper/Aaron Comess)

You know how I tend to feel when nothing's happening
Like some big old bird so fat that he just can't fly
Far be it for me to be over reacting
My lady hurst like hell and all I can do is wonder why

CHORUS
Like a main in prison I'm occupied with busting out
I'm in no position said what are these walking blues about

Hey Mary come play with me please forget your lessons
Pete's off with Captain Hook and with cutlasses they play
I got a feeling you and me get along fine
Down on the beach in the fresh air with a jug of wine

CHORUS

Aww yeah, I claim to be infected
Aww yeah point me in the right direction
The suggestion it's got the best of me
I gotta go on for now, gotta be strong
But it's hard to exist
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