Sentimental Hygiene
Warren Zevon
© 1987 Zevon Music Inc. (BMI)

    Neil Young: Lead Guitar
    Waddy Wachtel: Guitar
    Peter Buck: Guitar
    Warren Zevon: Keyboard
    Jorge Calderón: Bass
    Bill Berry: Drums

Every day I get up in the morning and go to work
Do my job--whatever
I need some 
Sentimental Hygiene

Everybody's at war these days
Let's have a mini-surrender
I need some
Sentimental hygiene

Everybody’s had to hurt about it
No one wants to go without it
It's so hard to find it
Sentimental hygiene

Hey!

Every night I come home exhausted
From trying to get along
I need some
Sentimental hygiene

Everybody’s joining up to fight
For the right to be wrong
I need some
Sentimental hygiene

Some nights I drive my car
Up and down the boulevard
It's so hard to find it
Sentimental hygiene

Everybody's had to hurt about it
No one wants to go without it
It's so hard to find it
Sentimental hygiene

Some nights I drive my car
Up and down the boulevard
It's so hard to find it
Sentimental hygiene

Sentimental hygiene
I need some sentimental hygiene


Boom Boom Mancini 
Warren Zevon
© 1987 Zevon Music (BMI)

    Warren Zevon: Lead Guitar and Piano
    Peter Buck: Guitar
    Mike Mills: Bass
    Bill Berry: Drums

Hurry home early - hurry on home 
Boom Boom Mancini's fighting Bobby Chacon
Hurry home early - hurry on home
Boom Boom Mancini's fighting Bobby Chacon

From Youngstown, Ohio, Ray "Boom Boom" Mancini
A lightweight contender, like father like son
He fought for the title with Frias in Vegas
And he put him away in round number one


Hurry home early - hurry on home
Boom Boom Mancini's fighting Bobby Chacon
Hurry home early - hurry on home
Boom Boom Mancini's fighting Bobby Chacon

When Alexis Arguello gave Boom Boom a beating
Seven weeks later he was back in the ring
Some have the speed and the right combinations
If you can't take the punches it don't mean a thing

Hurry home early - hurry on home
Boom Boom Mancini's fighting Bobby Chacon
Hurry home early - hurry on home
Boom Boom Mancini's fighting Bobby Chacon

When they asked him who was responsible
For the death of Du Koo Kim
He said, "Someone should have stopped the fight, and told me it was him."
They made hypocrite judgments after the fact
But the name of the game is be hit and hit back

Hurry home early - hurry on home
Boom Boom Mancini's fighting Bobby Chacon
Hurry home early - hurry on home
Boom Boom Mancini's fighting Bobby Chacon


The Factory 
Warren Zevon
© 1987 Zevon Music (BMI)

    Warren Zevon: Acoustic Guitar
    Peter Buck: Guitar
    Bob Dylan: Harmonica
    Mike Mills: Bass
    Bill Berry: Drums

I was born in '63
Got a little job in the factory
I don't know much about Kennedy
I was too busy working in the factory

We got a kid that's two, we got another one due
We get by the best we can do
The factory's got a good medical plan
And, cousin, I'm a union man
Saying, Yes sir, no sir, yes sir, no sir, yes sir, no sir - Work !

I was born in Mechanicsburg
My daddy worked for Pontiac 'til he got hurt
Now he's on disability
And I got his old job in the factory
Saying, Yes sir, no sir, yes sir, no sir, yes sir, no sir - Work !

Early in the morning I feel a chill
The factory whistle blows loud and shrill
I'd kill my wife or she'd kill me
But we gotta go to work in the factory

Six days a week in the factory
Up early in the morning at the factory
I've been working in the factory
Johnny, I've been working in the factory

Kickin' asbestos in the factory
Punchin' out Chryslers in the factory
Breathin' that plastic in the factory
Makin' polyvinyl chloride in the factory


Trouble Waiting to Happen
Warren Zevon & J. D. Souther
© Zevon Music (BMI)

    Brian Setzer: Lead Guitar
    Peter Buck: Guitar
    Warren Zevon: Piano
    Mike Mills: Bass
    Bill Berry: Drums
    Don Henley: Harmony

I woke up this morning and fell out of bed
Trouble waiting to happen
Should've quit while I was ahead
Trouble waiting to happen
I turned on the news to the Third World War
Opened up the paper to World War IV 
Just when I thought it was safe to be bored
Trouble waiting to happen
Trouble waiting to happen

The mailman brought me the Rolling Stone
Trouble waiting to happen
It said I was living at home alone
Trouble waiting to happen
I read things I didn't know I'd done
It sounded like a lot of fun
Well, I guess I've been bad or something
Trouble waiting to happen
Trouble waiting to happen

Trouble waiting to happen
Teardrops ready to start
Trouble waiting to happen to my heart

This just ain't gonna be my day
Trouble waiting to happen
Things just ain't gonna go my way
Trouble waiting to happen
My day was over by a quarter to ten
I climbed right back into bed again
I'd write this down if I could hold a pen
I might get better but I don't know when
So I'm gonna wait right here 'til then
Trouble waiting to happen 
Trouble waiting to happen

Trouble waiting to happen
Teardrops ready to fall
Trouble waiting to happen to us all

Trouble waiting to happen
Trouble waiting to happen
Trouble waiting to happen
Trouble waiting to happen


Reconsider Me
Warren Zevon
© 1987 Zevon Music (BMI)

    Mike Campbell: Guitar
    Waddy Wachtel: Acoustic Guitar
    Jai Winding: Keyboard
    Warren Zevon: Keyboard
    Tony Levin: Bass
    Craig Krampf: Drums
    Don Henley: Harmony

If you're all alone
And you need someone
Call me up
And I'll come running 
Reconsider me
Reconsider me

If it's still the past
That makes you doubt
Darlin', that was then
And this is now
Reconsider me
Reconsider me

And I'll never make you sad again
Cause I swear that I've changed since then
And I promise that I'll never make you cry

Let's let bygones
Be forgotten
Reconsider me
Reconsider me

Reconsider me
Reconsider me

You can go and be
What you want to be
And it'll be alright
If we disagree
I'm the one who cares
And I hope you'll see
That I'm the one who loves you
Reconsider me

Let's let bygones
Be forgotten
Reconsider me
Reconsider me

And I'll never make you sad again
'Cause I swear I've changed since then
And I'll never make you sorry if you'll try
And I'll never make you sad again
'Cause I swear that I've changed since then
And I promise that I'll never make you cry


Detox Mansion
Warren Zevon & Jorge Calderón
© 1987 Zevon Music (BMI) / Googolplex Music (BMI)

    David Lindley: Lap Steel Guitar
    Warren Zevon: Guitar
    Peter Buck: Guitar
    Mike Mills: Bass
    Bill Berry: Drums
    Jorge Calderón: Harmony

Well, I'm gone to Detox Mansion
Way down on Last Breath Farm
I've been rakin' leaves with Liza
Me and Liz clean up the yard

Left my home in Music City
In the back of a limousine
Now I'm doin' my own laundry
And I'm getting those clothes clean

Growin' fond of Detox Mansion
And this quiet life I lead
But I'm dying to tell my story
For all my friends to read

Well, it's tough to be somebody
And it's hard to keep from falling apart
Here on Rehab Mountain
We gonna learn these things by heart

Well, I'm gone to Detox Mansion
Way down on Last Breath Farm
I've been rakin' leaves with Liza
Me and Liz clean up the yard

Hot dog!

What goes on in Detox Mansion
Outside the rubber room
We get therapy and lectures
We play golf in the afternoon

Well, it's tough to be somebody
And it's hard not to fall apart
Up here on Rehab Mountain
We learn these things by heart


Bad Karma
Warren Zevon
© Zevon Music (BMI)

    Warren Zevon: Lead Guitar
    Peter Buck: Guitar
    Darius: Sitar
    David Lindley: Bowed Saz
    Mike Mills: Bass
    Bill Berry: Drums
    Stan Lynch: Harmony
    Michael Stipe: Harmony

Was it something I did
In another life?
I try and try 
But nothing comes out right
For me
Bad Karma
Killing me by degrees

I took a wrong turn
On the astral plane
Now I keep on thinkin'
My luck is gonna change
Someday
Bad Karma
It's uphill all the way

I can't run, (can’t run), can't hide (can’t hide)
Can't get away
It must be my destiny
The same thing happens to me every day

Bad Karma
Coming after me
Bad Karma
Killing me by degrees
Bad Karma, karma, karma, karma
Bad Karma

It's a dog's life
And it's not my fault
Ought to hang my picture
In the All Time Losers' Hall of Fame
Bad Karma
It's a low down dirty shame

I can't run, (can’t run), can't hide (can’t hide)
Can't get away
It must be my destiny
The same thing happens to me every day

Bad Karma 
Coming after me
Bad Karma
Killing me by degrees
Bad Karma, karma, karma, karma
Bad Karma


Even A Dog Can Shake Hands
Warren Zevon, Peter Buck, Mike Mills, & Bill Berry
© Zevon Music  (BMI)

    Warren Zevon: Lead Guitar
    Peter Buck: Guitar
    Mike Mills: Bass
    Bill Berry: Drums

Well, he's trying to survive up on Mulholland Drive
He's got the phone in the car in his hand 
Everybody's trying to be a friend of mine
Even a dog can shake hands

He wants twenty percent
'Cause he knew you back when
Now they all want a piece of the band
Everybody's trying to be a friend of mine
Even a dog can shake hands

All the worms and the gnomes are having lunch at Le Dome
They're all living off the fat of the land
Everybody's trying to be a friend of mine
Even a dog can shake hands

Sign Page 42
We'll do the rest for you
Find a way to make it pay
Don't lose your head
You'll end up dead
Or you'll be living in the valley some day

Abandon all hope and don’t rock the boat
And we’ll all make a few hundred grand
Everybody's trying to be a friend of mine
Even a dog can shake hands

You'll be making the scene 'til they pick your bones clean
No, they don't leave much for the fans
Everybody's trying to be a friend of mine
Even a dog can shake hands

Sign Page 42
We'll do the rest for you
Find a way to make it pay 
Don't lose your head
You'll end up dead
Or you'll be living in the valley some day

Well, I'm trying to survive up on Mulholland Drive
And I get it any way I can
Everybody's trying to be a friend of mine
Even a dog can shake hands


The Heartache
Warren Zevon
© 1987 Zevon Music (BMI)

    Waddy Wachtel: Acoustic Guitar
    Warren Zevon: Keyboard
    Peter Buck: Guitar
    Leland Sklar: Bass
    Bill Berry: Drums
    Jennifer Warnes: Harmony

Shadows falling in the noonday sun
Blue feeling to the maximum
Look what happens when you love someone
And they don't love you

The heartache
The risk you run
The chance you take
When you love someone
And the sorrow
For the lonely one
When the heartache comes

Never thought I'd be alone like this
Guess I should have been a realist
That's the trouble with relationships
They end too soon

And the heartache
The risk you run
The chance you take
When you love someone
And the sorrow
For the lonely one
When the heartache comes

And the darkness falls
And the rain comes down
In the midst of spring 
There's a sadness in the heart of things

And the heartache
The risk you run
The chance you take
When you love someone
And the sorrow
For the lonely one
When the heartache comes

Shadows falling in the noonday sun
Blue feeling to the maximum


Leave My Monkey Alone
Warren Zevon
© 1987 Zevon Music (BMI)

    Blackbyrd McKnight: Guitar
    Amp Fiddler: Keyboard
    Flea: Bass
    Warren Zevon: Emulator
    Will Alexander and Brian Bell: Computer Programming
    Craig Krampf: Drums

Mzungu Arudi Ulaya Mwa Frika Apate Uhuru
(whites go back to Europe Freedom for Africa)

Leave my monkey alone
Leave my monkey alone
Leave my monkey alone
Leave my monkey alone

Down in Kenya where the Masai roam
And the grass grows tall on the veldt
In our old colonial home
We drank our bitters while the empire fell

Leave my monkey alone
Leave my monkey alone
Leave my monkey alone
Leave my monkey alone

One day the Mau Mau came
All we had was lost
In our old colonial home
Under the Southern Cross

Leave my monkey alone
Leave my monkey alone
Leave my monkey alone
Leave my monkey alone

Down in Kenya where the Masai roam
And the grass grows tall on the veldt
In our old colonial home
We drank our bitters while the empire fell

Leave my monkey alone
Leave my monkey alone
Leave my monkey alone
Leave my monkey alone

The Mau Mau came in '52
The sun went down and we drew the drapes
In our old colonial home
We hid behind the Mau Mau gates

Leave my monkey alone
Leave my monkey alone
Leave my monkey alone
Leave my monkey alone


Nocturne
Author Unknown

(instrumental)