CREDITS:
Musicians:
Danny Cox: lead guitar, backing vocals
Mark B. Loeb, III: drums, percussion backing vocals
Randy Lopez: piano, organ, synthesizer, tenor sax, guitar, backing vocals
Pat Murphy: bass, backing vocals
George Hawke: lead vocals, 6 and 12 string guitars, backing vocals
Cover and lyric sleeve art by James G. Davis, renowned Tucson artist. Front cover "A Manifestation" oil painting, 65" X 77", 1984
All songs written by George Hawke
LYRICS:
LOVE LOBOTOMY
Doctor doctor doctor please
Love lobotomy
This ain't the first time but It will be the last
That I got hurt hurt hurt by love
I'm gonna fix it so It's all in the past
That I got hurt hurt hurt by love
I'm gonna check myself in
This broken heart ain't gonna happen again
Chorus
Love lobotomy (operate)
Love lobotomy (It Just can't wait)
Love lobotomy (look at my chart)
Love lobotomy (breaking my heart)
Doctor doctor doctor please
Love lobotomy
I know there's guys whose hearts are too tough to
break
They don't get hurt hurt hurt by love
I'm gonna be Just like 'em and I can't wait
I won't get hurt hurt hurt by love
They say I won't feel a thing
Won't leave a scar and It won't even sting
Chorus
I'm urgin' the surgeon to make his incision
I'm hurtin' for certain I've made my decision
So gas me and ask me to count up to ten
I'll wake up our break up won't seem so bad then
The doctors and the nurses are all dancing with joy
I won't get hurt hurt hurt by love
They're proud of the procedure they performed on the
boy
I won't get hurt hurt hurt by love
My heart is better than new
I can fall in love without it breaking in two
Chorus
HOLE IN HER HANDBAG
She has a hole in her handbag (handbag)
From a letter that she never sent
She burns a hole in her handbag (handbag)
From a letter she's not sure she meant
Should she keep it or should she send it
Leave the hole or should she mend it
A hole in her handbag (handbag)
From a letter that she never sent
She has a boyfriend (boyfriend)
But lately she's not really sure
She tells me she has a boyfriend (boyfriend)
But lately she's been insecure
Should she stay or should she end it
Keep the letter or should she send it
She has a boyfriend (boyfriend)
But lately she's not really sure
Chorus
She's got a problem making her mind up
Yes no stay go a girl could wind up
Crazy from the pressure
Every day she's less sure
She sends a letter to the president
(president)
Asks him for some good advice
She sends a letter to the president
(president)
And she isn't going to ask him twice
Now the secret service and the FBI
And she get nervous 'bout his reply
Sends a letter to the president (president)
She asks him for some good advice
Chorus
Repeat 1st verse
(EVERYONE'S IN LOVE WITH) STEPHANIE
Chorus
Everyone's in love with Stephanie
I don't have a chance
She could never fall in love with me
Or give me a passing glance
I see her talking to the other guys
I get sad when I realize
Everyone's in love with Stephanie
Everyone and me
She's the kind of girl who has a million fellas
Who want to be with her
I'm the kind of guy who gets a little jealous
Sure I'm insecure
I can't stand the competition
Although I know what I am missin'
Chorus
Then one day she walked up to me
She asked "why are you shy?"
Ever since we have been together
Trying to find out why
And my friends say they aren't jealous
At least that's what they tell us
Everyone's in love with Stephanie
What chance have 1 got
She could never fall in love with me
At least that's what I thought
1 see her talking to the other guys
I don't get mad 'cause I realize
Everyone's in love with Stephanie
But she's in love with me
TOO MANY NIGHTS IN MY CADILLAC
Chorus
I'm spending too many nights in my Cadillac
(too many nights in my Cadillac)
I'm spending too many nights in my Cadillac
(too many nights in my Cadillac)
Speeding down that dark highway
I drive all night then I sleep all day (too many
nights in my Cadillac)
Fade to grey fade to black
I'm spending too many nights in my Cadillac
I've got two tons of Detroit steel
A long lean Cadillac Coup de Ville
(c-a-d-i-double
l-a-c)
I cruise the avenues for fun
Looking for a holster for my gun
(c-a-d-i-double
l-a-c)
Women beg me for a ride
I say "open up come inside"
Chorus
I don't need the needle and the spoon
I don't hit my vein with that big harpoon
(c-a-d-i-double l-a-c)
My jones is behind that steering wheel
Of a big purple Cadillac Coupe de Ville
(c-a-d-i-double l-a-c)
I need a fix I just turn that key
I say "come on baby take a ride with me"
Spending too many nights in my Cadillac
(too
many nights in my Cadillac)
(Repeats)
SUDDEN DEATH
I never thought that this could happen to me
I never thought that she could ever leave
But I can still see her walking out that door
Saying that she just couldn't take no more
I really loved her did the best I could
She really hurt me yeah she hurt me good
Now all the saddest songs you have ever heard
I memorize them each and every word
I sing along with my radio
The songs remind me that she had to go
That finally when push came to shove
It was game called on account of love
Chorus
It was sudden death when she said goodbye
Sudden death and there's no overtime
Sudden death is when you lay your heart
Right out on the line
My friends all know Just what to do
They tell me "George we're gonna find you someone
new"
They don't seem to understand
There's Just no cure for a broken man
I really loved her yes I did my best
She really hurt me when she headed west
Chorus
I never thought that she could ever leave me
I never thought she'd go
I guess she couldn't quite believe me
When I told her that I loved her so
She couldn't face the consequences
She's run away from all her romances
And finally when push came to shove
It was game called on account of love
Chorus
(GETTING BETTER AT) LETTING HER GO
We walk into a room it's like I disappear
Or like I'm just a distraction
I start to wonder what am I doing here
You start to look for some action
My friends all tell me that they think that
it's strange
The way I let the girl treat me
They think that I should let her go for a
change
I shouldn't let the girl beat me
Chorus
I'm getting better at letting her go
I'm getting better at letting her go
She calls me up now and I just say "oh no"
I'm getting better at letting her go
I'm getting better at letting her go
(Repeats)
There comes a time when you should learn to
quit
There comes a time when you should move on
Look right at her and say "that's it"
It makes no sense to just hang on
My friends all tell me that they think that
it's strange
The way I let the girl treat me
They think that I should let her go for a
change
I shouldn't let the girl beat me
Chorus
WHAT MAKES HER HEART POUND
Chorus
Hey do you know what makes her heart pound
Do you know what makes her knees weak
Do you know what makes her heart pound
Do you know what makes her love me
Yeah I've had a lot of women before
A lot who left me and a whole lot more
Who stayed til there was nothing left staying
for
When we both knew that there was something
wrong
It wasn't real bad but it wasn't real strong
Chorus
Sometimes love doesn't make you smart
It can pull you in and it can break your heart
But sometimes love seems to work out right
Keeps getting better each and every night
I kept looking no I wouldn't give in
'Cause living a lie is like living in sin
There was something better than the way it's been
The night you touched me I think I knew
This whole long time I was looking for you
Chorus
HARD BOILED
I was sitting in this fern bar watching the fishes feed
Drinking neat Old Taylor, I could feel my ulcer bleed
Cold-eyed men in Homburg hats lurk Just outside the
door
Tell the hat check girl with the dyed blond curls
She can hand me my .44
There's gunsels by the front door and gunsels out the
back
And two coked up fags in a hopped up Jag, parked
right behind my hack
So it's quick into the men's room, where the window's
big enough
To make my getaway down the alleyway
It's easy when you're tough
I'm hard boiled, hard boiled, hard boiled
I make it to my office, two rooms and a desk
On it sat a redhead, in a pricey skin tight dress
She took a glass of whiskey, told me "you got what I
need"
She was the kind who'd cost a lot to clothe
But not a lot to feed
I'm hard boiled, hard boiled, hard boiled
Tough guy (private eye)
Trade quips (match wits)
Sam Spade (got it made)
Work alone (saxophone)
There's footsteps in the hallway, and two thugs wander
in
One hits me in the stomach, one saps me on the chin
The redhead pulls a gat out, and she's pointing it at me
But when I'm done I've got the gun
The redhead, and my fee
I'm hard boiled, hard boiled, hard boiled
I'm hard boiled, hard boiled, hard boiled
