MALLARD was formed by BILL HARKLEROAD (Zoot Horn Rollo) and MARK BOSTON
(Rockette Morton) who were vital MAGIC BAND musicians playing with CAPTAIN
BEEFHEART from 1968 through 1974, along with master percussionist ARTIE TRIPP
(Ed Marimba). In 1974, that trio departed from Don Van Vliet to record an
eponymous album in
From the second (and final) album by MALLARD called *In A Different Climate*
"MAMA SQUEEZE"
Lyrics by Ted Alvy and Bill Harkleroad [ASCAP]
Music by Bill Harkleroad [ASCAP]
Title by Bill Harkleroad
I said the freeze is on and the chill it will kill
The iceman cometh
I just can't pay my bill
I just can't stand the cold
I need someone to hold
Mama squeeze me 'til my poor heart overbeats
Mama squeeze me 'til my body overheats
Last night my pipes froze just when my sore throat went dry
Stoked up the fire 'til the chimney it did cry
Opened the freezer, found the food was all rotten
Ate from the cupboard what the rats hadn't gotten
Mama tease me
Mama please me
Please mama tease
Mama squeeze
I said the air was old and stale and dirt thick
The gas mask was clumsy and wouldn't do the trick
I can't stand push and shove
I need someone to love
Mama squeeze me
Mama tease me
Mama please me
Mama tease me
Mama squeeze me
COPYRIGHT 1976 TED ALVY AND BILL HARKLEROAD
From the second (and final) album by MALLARD called *In A Different Climate*
"BIG FOOT"
Lyrics by Ted Alvy and Bill Harkleroad [ASCAP]
Music by Bill Harkleroad [ASCAP]
Deep among the jungle Zanzabar trees
Hear the loud buzzing of a thousand bees
Big Foot comes floppin', his walk is a dance
Wears no shirt or pants, he don't need romance
His hair is processed, nineteen-eighty-four
Shufflin' his feet across the jungle floor
Eight foot eight when he's standin' straight
Fingers ivory eighty-eights
Shufflin' feet and sloppy gait
And a Big Foot
Hairy like an ape, standin' like a man
Blacker than
Stridin' lengthy lank, movin' through the brush
He don't keep clocks or time, got no need to rush
Some long lost safari
Left kegs of jungle rum
And an old piano
Among six conga drums
He started drinkin' like Mighty Joe Young
Licked the last drop with his King Kong tongue
Then he played a boogie woogie jungle beat
He pounded the rhythm with his great big feet
Eight foot eight when he's standin' straight
Fingers ivory eighty-eights
Shufflin' feet and sloppy gait
And a Big Foot
COPYRIGHT 1976 TED ALVY AND BILL HARKLEROAD
The "Texas Weather" lyrics below were inspired by
From the second (and final) album by MALLARD called *In A Different Climate*
"
Lyrics by Ted Alvy ASCAP
Music by Bill Harkleroad ASCAP
Tropical flatland, early spring
Air too wet for breathin'
Sunless morning brings tornado warning
Cyclone's sister, the
Long neck people drinkin' it down
There ain't no reason for lookin' around
Nothin's changed in this Lone Star place
But a Texas Tomato is well worth the chase
Cockroaches so big that they bark
Water moccasins that lurk in the dark
Ain't no place for a sane man to be
But my Texas Tomato she is something to see
Stubborn, lazy, hardcore crazy
Tough as desert lizard leather
Lowdown
Tropical flatland, early spring
Air too wet for breathin'
Sunless morning brings tornado warning
Cyclone's sister, the
Cockroaches so big that they bark
Water moccasins that lurk in the dark
Ain't no place for a sane man to be
But my Texas Tomato she is something to see
COPYRIGHT 1976 TED ALVY
From the first album by MALLARD (1975):
"SHE'S LONG AND SHE'S LEAN"
Lyrics by Ted Alvy [ASCAP]
Music by Bill Harkleroad and Mark Boston [ASCAP]
Too many times I've woke up on the floor
Defying gravity finding the door
Stumblin' on the street looking for some scene
Now I remember, she's long and she's lean
Don't know what hit me, I must like the pain
Think I'd know better, I'm in love again
Stuck in some barroom 'round closing time
Drinking straight tequila with salt and lime
She looked so hungry in her faded jeans
Dressed up for business, she's long and she's lean
Invited her home to my one room flat
Unbuckled my belt and I took off my hat
Did my best Bogart impression of mean
Undressed for pleasure, she's long and she's lean
Don't know what hit me, I must like the pain
Counting my lovers, is like counting the rain
My first real lovin' came to me that night
Come the sunrise, she's nowhere in sight
Searchin' all places, holy and obscene
Can't find my lover, she's long and she's lean
I know what hit me, I must feel the pain
She never was real, I must be insane
Alcoholic haze, perception unkeen,
Hand me the bottle, she's long and she's lean
Stuck in some barroom 'round closing time
Drinking straight tequila with salt and lime
Searchin' all places, holy and obscene
Can't find my lover, she's long and she's lean
COPYRIGHT 1975 TED ALVY
[Lyrics above were inspired by a fantasy about Cindy (the artist) at The
Palace, on
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