The Envoy
Warren Zevon
©1982 Zevon Music, Inc. (BMI)
Waddy Wachtel: Guitar
David Landau: Guitar
Warren Zevon: Guitar Solo, Synthesizers, Prepared Piano
Leland Sklar: Bass
Jeff Porcaro: Drums
Don Henley: Harmonies
Nuclear arms in the Middle East
Israel’s attacking the Iraqis
The Syrians are mad at the Lebanese
And Baghdad does whatever she please
Looks like another threat to world peace
For the envoy
Things got hot in El Salvador
CIA got caught and couldn't do no more
He's got diplomatic immunity
He's got a lethal weapon that nobody sees
Looks like another threat to world peace
For the envoy
Send the envoy
Send the envoy
Whenever there's a crisis
The President sends his envoy in
Guns in Damascus
Oh, Jerusalem
Nuclear arms in the Middle East
Israel’s attacking the Iraqis
The Syrians are mad at the Lebanese
And Baghdad do whatever she please
Looks like another threat to world peace
For the envoy
Send the envoy . . .
Send the envoy . . .
Send the envoy . . .
Send for me
Send for me
Send for me
The Overdraft
Thomas McGuane & Warren Zevon
©1982 Zevon Music, Inc. (BMI)
Waddy Wachtel: Guitars
David Landau: Rhythm Guitar
Warren Zevon: Piano
Leland Sklar: Bass
Jeff Porcaro: Drums
Lindsey Buckingham: Harmony
I had a little girl, now
We crossed the state line
It was more than just an overdraft
We were looking at time
If I do say so I can't let go
And I don't take no for an answer
If I do say so I can't let go
And I don't take no for an answer
We had to leave in a hurry, now
No time to hesitate
It was worse than misunderstanding
I had to ask her not to call it fate
If I do say so I can't let go
And I don't take no for an answer
If I do say so I can't let go
And I don't take no for an answer
No one sleeps on the yellow line
No one's that alone
Someone's in the window
So don't try to use the phone
We're just up against it
We turned up in the zone
If you ever get an overdraft
You'll never make it home
f I do say so I can't let go
And I don't take no for an answer
If I do say so I can't let go
And I don't take no for an answer
If I do say so I can't let go
And I don't take no for an answer
If I do say so I can't let go
And I don't take no for an answer
The Hula Hula Boys
Warren Zevon
©1982 Zevon Music, Inc. (BMI)
Waddy Wachtel: Acoustic Guitars
Warren Zevon: Electric Piano
Leland Sklar: Bass
Jeff Porcaro: Drums
Jim Horn: Recorders
Jordan Zevon and Warren Zevon: Harmonies
I saw her leave the luau
With the one who parked the cars
And the fat one from the swimming pool
They were swaying arm in arm
I could hear their ukuleles playing
Down by the sea
She's gone with the hula hula boys
She don't care about me
She's gone with the hula hula boys
And she don't care about me
They're singing,
Ha'ina 'ia mai ana ka puana
Ha'ina 'ia mai ana ka puana
Ha'ina 'ia mai ana ka puana
Ha'ina 'ia mai ana ka puana
Yesterday she went to see
The Polynesian band
But she came home with her hair all wet
And her clothes all filled with sand
I didn't have to come to Maui
To be treated like a jerk
How do you think I feel
When I see the bellboys smirk?
And I can hear their ukuleles playing
Down by the sea
She's gone with the hula hula boys
She don't care about me
They're singing,
Ha'ina 'ia mai ana ka puana
Ha'ina 'ia mai ana ka puana
Ha'ina 'ia mai ana ka puana
Ha'ina 'ia mai ana ka puana
Ha'ina 'ia mai ana ka puana
Ha'ina 'ia mai ana ka puana
Ha'ina 'ia mai ana ka puana
Ha'ina 'ia mai ana ka puana
Ha'ina 'ia mai ana ka puana
Ha'ina 'ia mai ana ka puana
Ha'ina 'ia mai ana ka puana
Ha'ina 'ia mai ana ka puana
Ha'ina 'ia mai ana ka puana
Jesus Mentioned
Warren Zevon
©1982 Zevon Music, Inc. (BMI)
Waddy Wachtel: Guitar
I'm going down to Memphis
Memphis, Tennessee
I'm going down to Graceland
Thinking about the King
Remembering him sing
About those heavenly mansions
Jesus mentioned
Can't you just imagine
Digging up the King
Begging him to sing
About those heavenly mansions
Jesus mentioned
He went walking on the water
He went walking on the water
He went walking on the water
With his pills
Can't you just imagine
Digging up the King
Begging him to sing
About those heavenly mansions
Jesus mentioned
Let Nothing Come Between You
Warren Zevon
©1982 Zevon Music, Inc. (BMI)
Waddy Wachtel: Guitar
Steve Lukather: Guitar
Warren Zevon: Synthesizers, Amplified Piano
Leland Sklar: Bass
Jeff Porcaro: Drums
Jorge Calderón and Waddy Wachtel: Harmonies
When my Mama met my girl, she took me aside
She's a soft-spoken woman but she speaks her mind
She said "De de de de de de de de de de"
Let nothing come between you
De de de de de de de de de de
Don't let nothing come between you"
I went to see my friend to ask his advice
He just smiled and, "She's good around the eyes."
But I'd already made up my mind
To let nothing come between us
There are frustrated people in town
Who might envy us and try to bring us down
We know they don't really mean any harm
But that doesn't mean we've gotta let 'em hang around
Got the license--got the ring
Got the blood tests and everything
Putting on my boutonniere--It's her favorite flower
Then I'm walking to the altar and I'm gonna take the vow
De de de de de de de de de de
Don't let nothing come between us
De de de de de de de de de de
Don't let nothing come between us
There are frustrated people in town
Who might envy us and try to bring us down
We know they don't really mean any harm
That doesn't mean we've gotta let 'em hang around
De de de de de de de de de de
Don't let nothing come between us
De de de de de de de de de de
Don't let nothing come between us
I have advice for the young and old
If I may be so bold
When you find someone to have and hold
Don't let nothing come between you
De de de de de de de de de de
Get together and let nothing come between you
De de de de de de de de de de
Get together and let nothing come between you
De de de de de de de de de de
Get together and let nothing come between you
Ain't That Pretty At All
Leroy P. Marinell & Warren Zevon
©1982 Tiny Tunes (ASCAP)/Zevon Music, Inc. (BMI)
Danny “Kootch” Kortchmar: Lead Guitar
David Landau: Guitar
LeRoy Marinell: Acoustic Guitar
Warren Zevon: Synthesizer
Leland Sklar: Bass
Mike Botts: Drums
Steve Forman: Percussion
David Landau, J.D. Souther, Waddy Wachtel and Warren Zevon: Background Vocals
Well, I've seen all there is to see
And I've heard all they have to say
I've done everything I wanted to do . . .
I've done that, too
And it ain't that pretty at all
Ain't that pretty at all
So I'm going to hurl myself against the wall
'Cause I'd rather feel bad than not feel anything at all
You know, I just had a short vacation, Roy
Spent it getting a root canal
"Oh, how'd you like it?"
Well, it ain't that pretty at all
No, it ain't that pretty at all
So I'm going to hurl myself against the wall
'Cause I'd rather feel bad than not feel anything at all
Gonna get a good running start and throw myself at the wall as hard as I can, man
I've been to Paris
And it ain't that pretty at all
I've been to Rome
Guess what?
I'd like to go back to Paris someday and go to the Louvre Museum
Get a good running start and hurl myself at the wall
Going to hurl myself against the wall
'Cause I'd rather feel bad than feel nothing at all
And it ain't that pretty at all
And it ain't that pretty at all
And it ain't that pretty at all
Ain't that pretty at all
Ain't that, ain’t that pretty at all
Ain't that pretty at all
Charlie's Medicine
Warren Zevon
©1982 Zevon Music, Inc. (BMI)
Waddy Wachtel: Guitars
Warren Zevon: Acoustic 12-String Guitar, Synthesizers
Bob Glaub: Bass
Rick Marotta: Drums
Charlie dealt in pharmaceuticals
Charlie used to sell me pills
Yesterday his sister called to tell me
He'd been killed
Some respectable doctor from Beverly Hills
Shot him through the heart
Charlie didn't feel a thing
Neither of them did
Poor kid
Charlie dealt in pharmaceuticals
He sold those expensive drugs
I gave Charlie all my money
What the hell was I thinking of?
Charlie had to take his medicine
Charlie got his prescription filled
I came to say goodbye
I'm sorry Charlie died
I came to finish paying my bill
I came to finish paying my bill
I came to finish paying my bill
I came to finish paying my bill
Charlie dealt in pharmaceuticals
Charlie used to sell me pills
Yesterday his sister called to tell me
He'd been killed
Charlie had to take his medicine
Charlie got his prescription filled
I came to say goodbye
I'm sorry Charlie died
I came to finish paying my bill
I came to finish paying my bill
I came to finish paying my bill
I came to finish paying my bill
Looking for the Next Best Thing
Kenny Edwards, LeRoy P. Marinell, and Warren Zevon
© 1982 Tiny Tunes (ASCAP)/ Valgovind Music/Zevon Music, Inc. (BMI)
Waddy Wachtel: Guitars
Kenny Edwards: Guitar
Warren Zevon: Synthesizer, Piano
Bob Glaub: Bass
Jeff Porcaro: Drums
Graham Nash and J.D. Souther: Harmonies
I worked hard, but not for the money
Did my best to please
I used to think it was funny
'Til I realized it was all a tease
Don Quixote had his windmills
Ponce de Leon took his cruise
Took Sinbad seven voyages
To see that it was all a ruse
That's why I'm looking for the next best thing
Looking for the next best thing
I appreciate the best
But I'm settling for less
So I'm looking for the next best thing
Looking for the next best thing
All alone on the road to perfection
At the inspection booth they tried to discourage me
You can believe what you want--that'll never change it
You'll have to come around eventually
And you'll be looking for the next best thing
Looking for the next best thing
I appreciate the best
I'm settling for less
I'm looking for the next best thing
Well, I'm looking for the next best thing
(Looking for the next best thing)
Looking for the next best thing
(Looking for the next best thing)
Well, I'm looking
(Looking for the next best thing)
Well, I'm looking for the next best thing
(Looking for the next best thing)
(Looking for the next best thing)
I’m looking for the next best thing
(Looking for the next best thing)
Never Too Late for Love
Warren Zevon
©1982 Zevon Music, Inc. (BMI)
Waddy Wachtel: Guitars
Warren Zevon: Piano
Bob Glaub: Bass
Russell Kunkel: Drums
You can't find him
The way is dim
You feel like giving up
You ache for her
Rest assured
It's never too late for love
You say you're tired
How I hate to hear you use that word
Every time it hurts
You say you're tired
How I hate to hear you use that word
Everybody hurts
Things go wrong
The days are long
You think you've had enough
You feel discouraged
Rest assured
It's never too late for love
You say you're tired
How I hate to hear you use that word
Every time it hurts
You say you're tired
How I hate to hear you use that word
Everybody hurts
Who am I to say
I know the way you feel?
I've felt your pain
And I know your sorrow
You could try to let the past slip away
Live for today
Don't stop believing in tomorrow
You've come so far
The way is dark
You feel like turning back
But the way is black. . .
The way is black. . .
You can't find him
The way is dim
You feel like giving up
You ache for her
Rest assured
It's never too late for love
You say you're tired
How I hate to hear you use that word
Every time it hurts
You say you're tired
How I hate to hear you use that word
Everybody hurts
Who am I to say
I know the way you feel?
I've felt your pain
And I know your sorrow
You could try to let the past slip away
Live for today
Don't stop believing in tomorrow
BONUS TRACKS FROM THE 2007 REISSUE:
Word Of Mouth (Outtake)
Warren Zevon
© Zevon Music (BMI)
(Instrumental)
Let Nothing Come Between You (Alternative Version)
Warren Zevon
©1982 Zevon Music, Inc. (BMI)
Presumed musicians:
Waddy Wachtel: Guitar
Steve Lukather: Guitar
Warren Zevon: Synthesizers, Amplified Piano
Leland Sklar: Bass
Jeff Porcaro: Drums
Jorge Calderón and Waddy Wachtel: Harmonies
When my Mama met my girl, she took me aside
She's a soft-spoken woman but she speaks her mind
She said "De de de de de de de de de de"
Don’t let nothing come between you
De de de de de de de de de de
Don't let nothing come between you"
When I went to see my friend to ask his advice
He just smiled and, "She's good around the eyes."
But I'd already made up my mind
To let nothing interfere with her and I
There’s some frustrated people in this town
Who might envy us and want to bring us down
We know they really don't mean any harm
That doesn't mean we've gotta let 'em hang around
Got the license--got the ring
Got the blood tests and everything
Putting on my boutonniere--It's her favorite flower
Then I'm walking down the altar and I'm gonna take the vow
De de de de de de de de de de
Don't let nothing come between you
De de de de de de de de de de
Hear the white boy sing his love song
There are frustrated people in town
Who might mess with us and try to bring us down
We know they don't really mean us any harm
That doesn't mean we've gotta let 'em hang around
De de de de de de de de de de
Llet nothing come between us
De de de de de de de de de de
Don't let nothing come between us
I have advice for the young and old
If I may be so bold
When you find someone to have and hold
Don't let nothing come between you
Hallelujah!
De de de de de de de de de de
Get together and let nothing come between you
De de de de de de de de de de
Get together and let nothing come between you
The Risk (Outtake)
Warren Zevon
© Zevon Music (BMI)
Presumed Musicians:
Pretty much the same roster as above
Like a rattler in the sun
The risk you run
Lying in bed like a loaded gun
The risk you run, the risk you run
Like a switchblade long and sharp
It’s the risk you run, the risk you run
Let it cut right through your heart
It’s the risk you run, the risk you run
Run the risk
Or you’ll never know for sure
If it’s her
She’s the one
With the risk you run, the risk you run
Are you ready, are you not
For the risk you run, the risk you run
All it takes is all you’ve got
For the risk you run, the risk you run
Remember when you bet your life
It’s the risk you run, (the risk you run,) the risk you run
Love is what makes life worthwhile
It’s the risk you run, the risk you run
Run the risk
Or you’ll never know for sure
If it’s her
She’s the one
With the risk you run
(The risk you run, the risk you run)
The risk you run
(The risk you run, the risk you run)
The risk you run
(The risk you run, the risk you run)
The risk you run
(The risk you run, the risk you run)
The risk you run
(The risk you run, the risk you run)
(The risk you run, the risk you run)
The risk you run
(The risk you run, the risk you run)
The risk you run
(The risk you run, the risk you run)
The risk you run
(The risk you run, the risk you run)
The risk you run
(The risk you run, the risk you run)
The risk you run
(The risk you run, the risk you run)
The risk you run
(The risk you run, the risk you run)
Wild Thing (Outtake)
Chip Taylor
© EMI Blackwood Music, Inc. (BMI)
Wild thing
You make my heart sing
You make everything
Groovy
I said wild thing
Wild thing
Wild thing
Wild thing
I think you move me
But I wanna know for sure
Come on over here, baby
I think you move me.
Wild thing
I said wild thing
Wild thing
Wild thing
You look like wild ...