SPOOKY TOOTH IT`S THE LAST PUFF

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THE LAST PUFF

Song List:
1. I Am The Walrus 6:22 (Lennon, McCartney) 2. The Wrong Time 5:07 (Wright) 3. Something To Say 5:49 (Joe Cocker, Peter Nichols) 4. Nobody There At All 3:58 (Post) 5. Down River 4:47 (David, Ackles) 6. Son Of Your Father 3:52 (Elton John) 7. The Last Puff 3:37 (Stainton)

SPOOKY TOOTH

Album released 1970

Produced by Chris Blackwell and Chris Stainton
Engineer: Brian Humphries, Robert Beale

Spooky Tooth are:

Chris Stainton: Organ, keyboards, piano, guitar
Luther Grosvenor: Guitars
Henry McCullough: Guitars
Mike Harrison: Vocals, keyboards
Mike Kellie: Drums and percussion
Alan Spenner: Bass, guitar

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I Am The Walrus

I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together 
See how they run like pigs from a gun, see how they fly 
I'm crying 

Sitting on a cornflake, waiting for the van to come 
Corporation T-shirt stupid bloody Tuesday 
Man you been a naughty boy, you let your face grow long 

I am the eggman
We are the eggmen
I am the walrus 

Mr. City policeman sitting pretty little policeman in a row 
See how they fly like Lucy in the sky, see how they run 
I'm crying

Yellow matter custard dripping from a dead dog's eye 
Crabalocker fishwife pornographic priestess 
Boy you been a naughty girl, you let your knickers down 

I am the eggman 
I am the eggman  
I am the walrus 

Sitting in an English garden waiting for the sun 
If the sun don't come you get a tan from standing in the English rain 

I am the eggman 
We are the eggmen 
I am the walrus 

Expert texpert choking smokers 
Don't you think the joker laughs at you? 
See how they smile like pigs in a sty, see how they snied 
I'm crying 

Semolina pilchard; climbing up the Eiffel Tower.
Elementary penguin singing Hari Krishna,
man, you should have seen them kicking Edgar Alan Poe
 
I am the eggman 
We are the eggmen
I am the walrus

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The Wrong Time Change is what she said When she left me I laughed as she ran Cryin’ out my door Time has made me see Misery has gotten to me I think It’s time to take her back Once more Cause it’s the wrong time The wrong place The wrong way for me To tell her that it’s over (Repeat) Something’s gotten into my way of livin’ Strange it seems each time I say goodbye I think of all the good she did in givin’ And loneliness has made me realize That it’s the wrong time The wrong place The wrong way for me To tell her that it’s over (Repeat) Easy like I’ve found my own sweet Heaven Discontent shown clearly in her eye Wish you call my name, I knew the meaning of a game Now I have no ???? for ?????? The wrong time The wrong place The wrong way for me To tell her that it’s over (Repeat) These lyrics contributed by Eric Wolfe wolfe.1140@mcleodusa.net

Last Verse sent by Nick Lyubchyk email: nlub@ukr.net

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Something To Say So, what can I say but thank you, dear For sharing the few things you have Oh, I'd like to say, I'm glad you're here And hope my leaving is not sad Soon I'll have to go, get back on the road Then I'll have no reason left at all In times it's hard to say the things I feel To wonder while I've known so long Oh, you still remain so sure and real Ev'rything is going wrong But soon I'll have to go, get back on the road Then I'll have no reason left at all Oh, have you somethin' to say, say it for me, please Oh, have you somethin' to say, say it before I leave Oh, have you somethin' to say, say it from your heart Oh, have you somethin' to say, say it before I part So, what can I say but thank you, dear For sharing the few things you have Oh, I'd like to say, I'm glad you're here And hope my leaving is not sad Yeah, soon I'll have to go, get back on the road Then I'll have no reason left at all Oh, have you somethin' to say, say it for me, please Oh, have you somethin' to say, say it before I leave Oh, have you somethin' to say, say it from your heart Oh, have you somethin' to say, say it before I part .... Oh, have you somethin' to say Oh, have you somethin' to say Oh, have you somethin' to say

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Nobody There At All The Sun is setting out in the tinted sky a lite-haired boy is crying wishing he could die. And his thoughts come a-rolling out of the sunset[s] [past?] And his tears are not falling the change has come so fast. And round and round that memory goes there's nobody left to call And anyhow I'm feelin' sure there's no place left to fall Love is just a kiss away There's nobody there there's nobody there, There's nobody there at all. It was back when the years were growing (?) out where the days were young The sport was all in knowing the songs left unsung Now the music's all been written the words mean not a thing He’s left behind them rainbows and carousel brass ring And round and round that memory goes there's nobody left to call And anyhow I'm feelin' sure there's no place left to fall Care is just a tear away nobody cries nobody cries, nobody cries at all Future's lookin' dimmer the past still lingers on And the pain becomes a-pleading _____ The wind blows around the collar Winter's against his face And Life becomes too heavy for the mind he can't erase And round and round that memory goes there's nobody left to call And anyhow I'm feelin' sure there's no place left to fall Life is just a breath away nobody's breathin' nobody's breathin', nobody's breathin' at all "nobody's there" ad lib/ fade Lyrics sent by J.S.S. from Quebec Canada. Corrections to these lyrics sent by Nick Lyubchyk email: nlub@ukr.net

If you have any correction send them to me, please! email: lyrics@spookytooth.sk Thanks, LUKI!!!

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Down River It's good to see you again, Rosie I know I've changed a lot since then You're lookin' fine, babe Three years that ain't long, Rosie I still remember our song When you were mine, babe Times change, times change I know But it sure moves slow Down river when you're locked away Why didn't you write, Rosie I stayed awake most every night Countin' my time babe Oh no I ain't mad Rosie I know you had to mind your dad But just a line babe Oh sure I remember then we went off to school Ain't that right Well he ain't no fool Nice seein' you again Rosie Me I got things to do Well good-bye babe, oh good bye Times change, times change I know But it sure moves slow Down river when you're locked away Times change, times change I know But it sure moves slow Down river when you're locked away Times change, times change I know But it sure moves slow Down river when you're locked away

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Son Of Your Father I'll catch the tramline in the morning With your leave Van Bushell said He had further heard the cock crow As he stumbled out the shed Then blind Joseph came towards him With a shotgun in his arms He said you'll pay me twenty dollars Before you leave my farm Van Bushell saw the hook Which replaced Joseph's hand He said now calm you down my brother Let's discuss this man to man It's no good you getting angry We must try to act our age You're pursuing your convictions Like some hermit in a cage You're the son of your father Try a little bit harder Do for me as he would do for you With blood and water bricks and mortar He built for you a home You're the son of your father So treat me as your own Well slowly Joseph well he lowered the rifle And he emptied out the shells Van Bushell he came towards him He shook his arm and wished him well He said now hey blind man that is fine But I sure can't waste my time So move aside and let me go my way I've got a train to ride Well Joseph turned around His grin was now a frown He said let me just refresh your mind Your manners boy seem hard to find You're the son of your father Try a little bit harder Do for me as he would do for you With blood and water bricks and mortar He built for you a home You're the son of your father So treat me as your own You're the son of your father So treat me as your own You're the son of your father So treat me as your own

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The Last Puff instrumental

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