THE FACTS:
Number of songs with lyrics given in the book Hard Core Logo: 12.
The Bootlegger Song (Four O'Clock In The Morning), Let's Break Robert Out Of Jail, Son Of A Bitch To The Core, Rock N' Roll Is Fat And Ugly, Who The Hell Do You Think You Are?, I've Been Drinking At The Railway, The Big Bush Party After School, Words And Music, Blue Tattoo, The Ticket Punch At The Savings And Loans, Edmonton Block Heater, Something's Gonna Die Tonight.
Number of songs based on the book lyrics recorded for the movie: 5.
Rock N'Roll Is Fat And Ugly, Who The Hell You Think You Are, Blue Tattoo, Edmonton Block Heater, Something's Gonna Die Tonight
Where lyrics are available, you can view the originals and the recorded versions side-by-side. All the lyrics were recorded by various other bands for a promotional "tribute album", but I assume you're not really interested in that. We're sticking to songs recorded by Hugh Dillon and Swamp Baby.
Rock And Roll Is Fat And Ugly
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Saturday night and I went downtown To see a rock 'n' roll band at the Commodore I waited in line to pay ten bucks To see a shitty band from New York, New York Playin' their hit from 1964 Well everyone there weighed a thousand pounds And I was the youngest one in the crowd Women at the bar puttin' on their make-up Well I don't know what all the fuss is about But rock 'n' roll is fat and ugly I talked to a guy in a black toupee He's a rebel all night and a lawyer by day He went to the bar and bought me a beer He said, C'mon let's drink! Ah. what do you say? If I was you I'd do the same And I talked to a woman from Florida She was married to the guy playing lead guitar She drove up north for her alimony And she brought her kids, they were out in the car Ah rock 'n' roll is sad and lonely Hey little boy Hey little girl Do you wanna grow up In a world where rock 'n' roll's Misunderstanding? Well I couldn't bear just another song Yah I tried to dance but the beat was wrong I took a walk to the other side of town And I ended up at an orphanage A light was on but there was no sound I went to the window and what did I see Two little children dancing cheek-to-cheek They carried the tune somewhere inside them Yah they didn't need music for company Ah rock 'n' roll should be so lucky |
Saturday night, I went downtown To see a rock 'n' roll band at the Commodore Waited in line to pay ten bucks To see a shitty band from New York, New York Playin' their hit from 1964 Well everyone there weighed a thousand pounds I was the youngest one in the crowd Women at the bar puttin' make-up on I don't know what the fuss is about Rock 'n' roll is fat and ugly (x4) Talked to a guy in a black toupee He was a rebel all night and a lawyer by day Went to the bar and bought me a beer He said, C'mon let's drink! I said, what do you say? Rock 'n' roll is fat and ugly (x4) And I talked to a woman from Florida She was married to a guy playing lead guitar She drove up north for her alimony She brought her kids, they were out in the car Ah, rock 'n' roll is sad and lonely Hey little boy Hey little girl Do you wanna grow up in a rock 'n' roll world? Rock 'n' Roll's fat and ugly Rock 'n' roll is fat and ugly (x4) Rock 'n' roll is fuckin' ugly What is it? Fuckin' ugly! |
Who The Hell Do You Think You Are?
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Out for dinner at Chez Henri Who the hell do you think you are? Rude to the waiter 'cause he looks like me Who the hell do you think you are? Tip the valet to get your Rolls Who the hell do you think you are? Take a hooker to Cypress Bowl Who the hell do you think you are? Who the hell do you think you are Who the hell do you think you are? Get back home at a quarter to ten Who the hell do you think you are? Your wife and kids are all in bed Who the hell do you think you are? Pour yourself a glass of port Who the hell do you think you are? Pour yourself another quart Who the hell do you think you are? Sleep all day 'cause you're stinking rich Who the hell do you think you are? Call your wife a fuckin bitch Who the hell do you think you are? Watch her leave 'cause she hates your guts Who the hell do you think you are? You thank her very, very much Who the hell do you think you are? |
Out for dinner at Chez Henri Who the hell you think you are? Rude to the waiter 'cause he looks like me Who the hell you think you are? Tip the valet to get your Rolls Who the hell d'you think you are? Taking a hooker to a Cypress Bowl Who the hell you think you are? Who the hell you think you are? Who the hell you think you are? Pour yourself a glass of port Pour yourself another quart Call your wife a fuckin' bitch Just because you're stinkin' rich Get back home at a quarter to ten Who the hell do you think you are? Your wife and kids are all in bed Who the hell do you think you are? Pour yourself another port Who the hell do you think you are? Pour yourself another quart Who the hell you think you are? Who the hell d'you think you are? Who the hell you think you are? Who the hell you think you are? Pour yourself a glass of port Pour yourself another quart Call your wife a fuckin' bitch Just because you're stinkin' rich Guitar! Out for dinner at Chez Henri Call your wife a fucking bitch Who the hell do you think you are? Watch her leave 'cause she hates your guts Who the hell do you think you are? Thank you very, very much Who the hell you think you are? Who the hell you think you are? Who the hell you think you are? Pour yourself a glass of port Pour yourself another quart Call your wife a fuckin' bitch Just because you're stinkin' rich, yeah Who the hell you think you are? You, you, you, you! Who the hell you think you are? You, you, you, you! Who the hell you think you are? You, you, you, you! Who the hell you think you are? |
Blue Tattoo
In the book, I think this is meant to be a Bucky Haight song, whereas I think I picked up from the movie that it's a song Joe wrote about Bucky or for Bucky? Not sure, I could be making that up. Anyway...
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It hurt so bad when you got it It went right to your head It drove you insane But now that's all forgotten And you can go on Without any pain A blue tattoo on your shoulder In the shape of a heart In the middle of my name And that's how I remember All of the bad things That you couldn't change Blue Tattoo Blue Tattoo You had no time for corruption You felt that the world Was an unsafe place You worked towards a solution But the best you could do Was to send me away A blue tattoo on my shoulder In the shape of the world In the middle of your name And that's how I remember All of the good things You took to your grave Blue Tattoo Blue Tattoo |
It hurt so bad when you got it It went right to your head and it drove you insane But now that's forgotten And you can go on without any pain A blue tattoo on your shoulder In the shape of a heart in the middle of my name It's how I remember All of the bad things that you couldn't change A blue tattoo A blue tattoo on your shoulder A blue tattoo in the shape of a heart You had no time for corruption You felt the world was an unsafe place You worked towards a solution Best you could do was to send me away A blue tattoo A blue tattoo on your shoulder A blue tattoo In the shape of a heart A blue tattoo on my shoulder In the shape of the world in the middle of your name And that's how I remember All of the good things you took to your grave A blue tattoo on my shoulder A blue tattoo A blue tattoo on your shoulder A blue tattoo In the shape of a heart A blue tattoo A blue tattoo on your shoulder A blue tattoo In the shape of a heart Yeah |
Edmonton Block Heater
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Plug me in to your block heater My mind's gonna take itself for a walk It's goin' upstairs gonna take a breather And it won't be home 'til after dark Cold wind blowin' off the icy river Up a-hundred-and-first to my back door You'll keep me warm 'till six in the evening And I'll see you tomorrow with my foot on the floor At a quarter to eight not a second more And I'll check on you at half past four She's been so good for me She's always there throughout the day Twelve volts a day Take me out of this frozen season Send me down south for a holiday I'll spend some time in Costa Rica 'Cause I just can't wait to get away And if I miss your block heater Then I'll send for you by Fed Ex mail And I'll plug you in 'til I think of leaving Just the two of us sitting in the shade Of a big palm tree on a sunny day Ahh! eighty-below are you okay? |
Plug me in to your block heater My mind's gonna take itself for a walk It's going upstairs, it's going upstairs It won't be home 'til after dark Take me out of this frozen season Send me down south for a holiday I spend some time down in Costa Rica I just can't wait to get away Plug me in! to your block heater Plug me in! 'til I think I'm leaving She's been so good for me She's always there throughout the day She's been so fine for me She's always there throughout the day Twelve volts a day I miss you baby and your block heater I'll plug you in 'til I think I'm leaving Just the two of us, a sunny day It's twenty below, are you okay? So take me out of this frozen season Send me down south for a holiday I spend some time down in Costa Rica I just can't wait to get away Plug me in! to your block heater Plug me in! 'cause I think I'm leaving She's been so good for me She's always there throughout the day She's been so fine for me She's always there throughout the day Twelve volts a day Plug me in, plug me in, plug me in, plug me in Plug me in to your block heater My mind's gonna take itself for a walk It's going upstairs, it's going upstairs It won't be home 'til after dark Plug me in! to your block heater Plug me in! 'til I think I'm leaving Plug me in! to your block heater Plug me in! 'til I think I'm leaving |
Note: Costa Rica had a left-wing government in the early 1980s and unlike, say, Chile or Argentina, no junta. Is this relevant? Possibly not.
Something's Gonna Die Tonight
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I've got a bullet in my pocket like a Barney Fife And I'm saving it up for the right occasion Like tonight feels pretty good alright So all's I've gotta do is get me a gun And stare down the barrel and set my sights Then squeeze the trigger 'til I feel that thud 'cause something's going to die tonight Well there ain't no use in trying to talk It's been that way since the Rock of Ages Rolled downhill and came to a stop And bogged us down with its extra baggage That comes with the church and the man on top And the daily grind for a better wage That holds us up until we drop Yah, something's gonna die tonight There'll be no peace, there'll be no fight There ain't no point in wrong or right When something's gonna die tonight Ah but what do you do when you get let down By a person or a place or some thing you trusted Well you put up a fight 'til what's lost is found And if you get beat up and your heart's all crushed in You reach for your bullet and you wait around For whatever it is that's got you busted To get in sight, to hit the ground |
I've got a bullet in my pocket like a Barney Fife I'm saving it up for the right occasion Like tonight feels pretty good alright All I gotta do is get me a gun Stare down the barrel, set my sights There'll be no peace, there'll be no fight When something's gonna die tonight There ain't no point, wrong or right Well, something's gonna die tonight Well there ain't no use in trying to talk It's been this way baby, ah since the Rock of Ages When it rolled down the hill and comes to a stop Bogged us down with this extra baggage Come from the church with the man on top There'll be no peace, there'll be no fight When something's gonna die tonight There ain't no point, wrong or right When something's gonna die tonight Do it! Do it! [spoken word section] Yeah, but what do you do man if you get beat up and your heart's crushed in and you get let down By a person or a place or something you trusted Well you put up a fight 'til what's lost is found Yeah?
And you get knocked down and you get beat up And you reach for your bullet and you wait around and around and around For whatever it is man that's got you busted To get in sight, to hit the ground Well, there'll be no peace, there'll be no fight When something's gonna die tonight There ain't no point, wrong or right When something's gonna die tonight |
Bonus: Son of A Bitch To The Core. recorded by the Headstones for the tribute album.
Son-of-a-Bitch To The Core
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Well I dig no ditch for the capitalist I don't give change to the poor When I throw a punch I never miss And I'll boot your ass out the door I've got no ties to the police line The cops don't bug me no more I'm a real bad ass with a bottle of wine Yes a son-of-a-bitch to the core Yes a son-of-a-bitch to the core So get off my back you business suit I'll pay no tax to your recruits If you take me on you're gonna lose 'cause I'm a son-of-a-bitch to the core Yes a son-of-a-bitch to the core I've got a girl named Eleanor Pearl She's the daughter of my dead wife, Jane She's got a grin and a great big curl But the rest of her looks pretty plain We go to church on Something and First Right next to the liquor store The minister says as a dad I'm the worst Just a son-of-a-bitch to the core Yes a son-of-a-bitch to the core When I get home I sit down alone 'cause Eleanor lives next door Everyone says that I'm bad to the bone That I'll never get up off the floor |
What do I care if life ain't fair If you look at me real sore I paid my dues and you should too It's a son-of-a-bitch to the core We go to church on Something and First Right next to the liquor store The minister says hey dad I'm worst Just a son-of-a-bitch to the core A son-of-a-bitch to the core x 4 I've got a girl named Eleanor Pearl She's the daughter of my dead wife, Jane She's got a grin and a great big curl But the rest of her's pretty plain So get off my back you business suit I'll pay no tax to your recruits If you take me on I'm gonna lose It's a son-of-a-bitch to the core A son-of-a-bitch to the core x 4 Hey, hey, hey! What do I care if life ain't fair If you look at me real sore I paid my dues and you should too It's a son-of-a-bitch to the core A son-of-a-bitch to the core x 4 A son-of-a-bitch to the core x 4 |