Hey Pachuco!
(WAV , AIFF)

(James Achor/Mando Dorame/Eddie Nichols)
Horns Arranged by Bill Ungerman

Summer '43 the man's gunnin' for me
Blue and white mean war tonight
They say damn my pride and all
The other cats livin' down the east side
Tonight there's no place to hide

Hey Marie you better grab my jack
And zip gun for me
'Cause I'll face no shame
Tonight's the night I die for our name

Well when we hit downtown
We start to throw down
We end up doing time
Soon as they've met us
They're out to get us
So I stick with that gang of mine

©1996 J. Achor Music/Dorame Music/Zip Gun Music ASCAP

Zip Gun Bop
(WAV , AIFF)

(Mando Dorame/Eddie Nichols)
Arranged by Mando Dorame and Eddie Nichols

Well there's this dance, you ought to know
It's a little somethin' I made up cats
To keep your heads low
See there are lots of sore gangsters
Packin' iron all day
So you learn my two steps stay out of their way

Zip gun, zip gun bop
Ya better learn to do it 'fore yer poor heart stops now
Zip gun, zip gun bop

Well there's flat-foot Louie
Sittin' on his front stoop
He caught five rounds in the belly
He looked like a messed-up bowl of minestrone soup

Now you take that cat Mugs
He got iced the other day
He could have saved his mama
The dry cleanin' bill my way

Zip gun, zip gun bop
Ya better learn to do it 'fore yer poor heart stops
Zip gun, zip gun bop

So now you can see
Zip gun bop was meant to be
Lots of lead flyin'
Lots of lonely gals cryin'
But you can hear them cats shootin'
They're shootin' rat-ta-tat-tat
So you learn my two step Jack
Or that's that

Zip gun, zip gun bop
Ya better learn to do it 'fore yer poor heart stops
Zip gun, zip gun bop
Hey hey

Zip gun, zip gun bop
Ya better learn to do it 'fore yer poor heart stops
Oh yeah baby, that zip gun bop

©1996 Dorame Music/Zip Gun Music ASCAP

Mugzy's Move
(WAV , AIFF)

(Mando Dorame/Eddie Nichols)
Arranged by Eddie Nichols and Mando Dorame

Mugzy's in the mood for losing cat
He's gonna beat it downtown to where it's at
Hocks his axe for some cash and a mess of blues
When sickness drowns his fear
The line becomes unclear
Well, just one more black day

How great is his need
A flowering bad seed
Well he's dying from his thirst cut off from all ties
Then he'll realize

He's gonna drown
In that hat full of rain
With a heart full of pain

And how can you live with a hat full of rain?
And a soul full of pain

How great is his need
A flowering bad seed
Well he's dying from his thirst
Cut off from all ties
Then he'll realize
He's gonna drown
In that hat full of rain
With a heart full of pain
And how can you live with a hat full of rain?
And a soul full of pain

©1996 Dorame Music/Zip Gun Music ASCAP

I Love The Life I Live
(WAV , AIFF)

(Willie Dixon; Additional lyrics by Eddie Nichols)

I see you watching me just like a hawk
I don't mind the way you talk
But if you touch me
Something's gotta give
I live the life I love
And I love the life I live

My diamond ring and my money too
Tomorrow night they could belong to you
The girls move me at their will
I live the life I love
And I love the life I live

I may lay a hundred on a bet this time
Tomorrow night can't cover your dime
If I'm flat my kitten digs me still
I'm just tryin' tell you daddy
How I feel

You see me walkin' as I pass you by
Don't talk about me 'cause I could be high
Just forgive me
If you will
I live the life I love
And I love the life I live
Yeah

My private life you just may not dig
But your aspersions will not flip my wig
Opinions hold water like a sieve
I live the life I love
And I love the life I live

I may lay a hundred on a bet this time
Tomorrow night can't cover your dime
If I'm flat my kitten digs me still
I'm just tryin' to tell you daddy
How I feel

You see me walkin' as I pass you by
Don't talk about me 'cause I could be high
Just forgive me
If you will

I live the life I love
And I love the life I live

I live the life I love
And I love the life I live

I live my life

Just let the door knob hit you
Where the dog shoulda bit you

©1957 (renewed 1985) Hoochie Coochie Music BMI. Administered by Bug.

The Walkin' Blues

(Ralph Bass/Jesse Powell/Frances Dailey; Additional lyrics by Eddie Nichols)
Horns Arranged by Bill Ungerman

Walk right in, walk right out
Walk right in, walk right out
Well my baby keeps on walkin'
Well I met this gal
She wanted to ride in my truck
Well she had no wheels
Wanted to ride in my truck
Man she jumped in the cab
All she wants to do is

Walk right in, she walks right out
She walks right in, walks right out
She walks right in, walks right out

Well I met this chick
She wanted to steal my bucks
She thought I was loaded
Man she needed them bucks
But one peek in my wallet
All she wants to do is

Walk right in, she walks right out
She walks right in, walks right out
She walks right in, walks right out

Well I met this gal
She loves to hucklebuck
Well, she's a real fine dancer
Loves to hucklebuck
Man we get on the floor
All she wants to do is

Walk right in, she walks right out
She walks right in, walks right out
She walks right in, walks right out
Yeah baby!

Well, if you're diggin' this number
Baby you're out of luck
And if you're likin' that guitar playing
You're out of luck
But since you like it
You must love to

Walk right in, walk right out
You walk right in, walk right out
You walk right in, walk right out
That's what this song is all about

©1951 (renewed 1979) Trio Music Co., Inc./Fort Knox Music BMI

Beyond The Sea

(Charles Trenet/Jack Lawrence)
String and Horns Arranged and Conducted by Artie Butler

Somewhere beyond the sea
Somewhere waitin' for me
My lover stands on golden sands
And she watches the ships that go
Sailin' sailin'

Somewhere beyond the sea
Somewhere watchin' for me
If I could fly like birds on high
Then straight to your arms
I go sailin'

And somewhere beyond the sea
Well she's there watchin' for me
If I could fly like birds on high
Then straight to your arms
I go sailin' sailin'

Well it's far beyond the stars
And it's clear beyond the moon

And I know beyond a doubt
My heart will lead me there soon
And we'll meet I know we'll meet
Beyond the shore and we'll kiss just as before

Happy we'll be beyond the sea
And never again I'll go
Sailin' sailin'

And I know beyond a doubt
My heart will lead me there soon
And we'll meet I know we'll meet
Beyond the shore and we'll kiss just as before
Happy we'll be beyond the sea
And never again I'll go
Sailin'

©1945 (renewed 1973) France Music Corp./Polygram International Music Publishing/MPL Communications ASCAP

Park's Place

(Mando Dorame/Eddie Nichols)
Arranged by Mando Dorame

There's a place I know
The wise guys go that's Park's Place
Showgirls swing when the chairman sings
At Park's Place-Park's Place
Yes my friends
It's the livin' end
Park's Place
The lights, fights and skirts
Are a sight at Park's Place
Mugs and thugs and big old lugs
Dig Park's Place
Man they really ball at Park's Place

They're high, they're low
They blow their dough
At Park's Place
Man the time flies at Park's Place
Yes my friend it's livin' in Park's Place

©1996 Dorame Music/Zip Gun Music ASCAP

Datin' With No Dough

(Eddie Nichols/Bill Ungerman)
Arranged by Bill Ungerman

I'm fly and flash and my jive is sweet
Pressed in pleat right to my feet
But when it comes to cash
I'm incomplete
Datin' with no dough

I told my doll I'd take her on a date
On the condition that she'd have to wait
'Cause I've never owned a car in the state
I'll be datin' with no dough

The valets and the maitre d'
Roll out the red carpet for me
My looks are deceiving Lord
'Cause when the check comes I'll be gone

Guess I'm deadbeat but what a seller
If flash were cash I'd be a Rockefeller
As long as my game goes unknown
I'll be datin' with no dough

I took my baby uptown
To show her that I had some class
The drink tab I could not pay
You know I ended the date with her foot up my
Yes I'm a deadbeat but what a seller
If flash were cash I'd be a Rockefeller
As long as my game goes unknown
I'll be datin' with no dough

©1996 Zip Gun Music ASCAP/Sharp Eleven Music BMI

Trouble In Tinsel Town

(James Achor/Eddie Nichols/Bill Ungerman)
Arranged by Bill Ungerman

Dirty neon lights, the traffic's cry
Footsteps echo on the street
The cheap but lovely chicks
And a sawbuck for a trick
And she'll work for a bite to eat
So where is all the glamour?
Where's that lovely starlet's kiss?
But out in T.V. land
They dream of Tinsel Town
But I'll tell you just what they've missed

Hustlers roll, beat cops stroll
The city where the night runs deep
Seedy bars, cats in lowered cars
That's Hollywood while you're asleep

Well here comes the fog
Or is that smog?
'Cause man I can't tell anymore
There ain't no welcome wagon around this town
Fred and Ethel sure the hell ain't next door
But way out in the distance
Someone watches the late night show
They dream of being hip on Sunset Strip
But I'll tell you what they don't know

Dirty neon lights, the traffic's cry
Footsteps echo on the street
The cheap but lovely chicks
And a sawbuck for a trick
And she'll work for a bite to eat
So where is all the glamour?
Where's that lovely starlet's kiss?
But out in T.V. land
They dream of Tinsel Town
But I'll tell you just what they've missed

Hustlers roll, beat cops stroll
The city where the night runs deep
Yeah seedy bars, cats in lowered cars
That's Hollywood while you're asleep

©1996 J. Achor Music ASCAP/Zip Gun Music ASCAP/Sharp Eleven Music BMI

Topsy

(Battle/Durham)

©1921 Vanessa Music Corp. ASCAP

The Rise And Fall Of The Great Mondello

(Eddie Nichols/Scott Steen/Bill Ungerman)
Arranged by Bill Ungerman and Scott Steen

Ladies and gents
Your attention please
Let's look to the flying trapeze
The great Mondello will take to the sky
Watch him go-see him fly!

Now this wonder will start with some flips
While the ladies are bitin' their lips
Now the tension is high
As it gets, ŃThat's right folks no netsę

This cat was flying through with
The greatest of ease
All of a sudden he missed the trapeze
Down and down, down and down
Kersplatty on the ground

Come and see where Mondello did land
The poor fellow is in the Lord's hands
Oh me oh my what a shame
Nothing left
Just a stain

Ladies and gents your attention please
The service will be held at three
Invite the trainers, the clowns and the geeks
That's all folks go home see you next week

©1996 Zip Gun Music ASCAP/Chrome Dome Music BMI/Sharp Eleven Music BMI

Honey Child

(Deadric Malone)

Sometimes your love is just like honey
So sweet and wild-so sweet and wild
Sometimes your love is just like menthol
So cool and nice-so cool and nice
That's why I don't want no other lover
Nobody but you

Honey child, honey child

You got a funny little way
A way of teasing
Feels so right, yeah so right
You've got a way-such a way
Through the night, all through the night
That's why I don't want no other lovin'
Nobody but you

Honey child

You got a brand of lovin'
That sets my soul on fire
You got a brand of kissin'
That drives me wild
That's why I don't want no other lover

That's why I don't want no other lover
That's why I don't want no other lover
Say, that's why I don't want no other lover
Say, that's why I don't want no other lover, baby

©1963 (renewed 1991) Duchess Music Corp. BMI

Hey Pachuco! (Reprise)

Lyrics Reprinted by Permission. All Rights Reserved.