The Tubes Album

Tell me how you want it
and that's we'll play it
Listen to our single
Watch how they play it
Tell me how you want it
That's how I'll have our guitar
player, Roger Steen, play it
Play this song together
That's how we like it
And all my boys will play along
Even if they don't like the song
Even if the progression's wrong
Wake us up from a sleep
Comin' up from the deep

I am looking for someone today
Someone I can get to see my way
When I find that light I'll lay down low
When I know I'm right I won't let go
In my mind I feel this world is small
I think I would like to see some more
Eventhough my name is in the neighborhood
I can't find that line in the way I should
Can't they tell I built my heart a wall
And would be so glad to be recalled
Looking through the eyes of one who knows
The world is small, but I could make it grow

How can I believe in the things you say
You can't sing the song I wanna play
Hey by now I got it right
And you can't even see the end in sight
In my mind I feel this world is small
I think I'd like to see some more
Looking through the eyes of one who knows
The world is small but I could make it grow
In my mind I feel this world is small
I think I'd like to see some more

Space baby, you got no planet
Space baby, you got no planet
Got no home to give a name
No air to breathe, but just the same
I dig my atmosphere machine
Space baby, you been so far
Unknown face on an unknown star
The time is now my life's begun
I'm burnin' green like a rhomboid sun
I've never seen a flower grow

It's a mystery to me just how my being came

to be and why it came here
Maybe I'm not even human but I know

there's lots of room infinity
There's got to be a time and place
for me to cease this endless search
and settle down with my own race
and never, ever, ever be a Space Baby

What pretty eyes you haveUnderneath those two eyebrowsUnderneath those two eyebrowsWhat pretty eyes you have!
They want to see me,but you won't even let them but you won't even let them, not even blink.
Malaguena Salerosa (= Attractive and sensual girl from Malaga)I would like to kiss your lipsI would like to kiss your lipsMalaguena Salerosa.

If you reject me for being poor,I accept you are right,I accept you are right,If you rejeect me for being poor.
I don't offer you wealth,I offer you my heart.I offer you my heart,In exchange for my poverty.
Malagueña salerosa,And to tell you, beautiful girl,You are pretty and charming (as in "you have charmed me")You are pretty and charming (as in "you have charmed me") Malagueña salerosa, Like the candor of a rose.

Mondo Bondage
I've been tied up so long
There's no escape

I've been strangled
All choked up inside
Swallowed all my pride

Roped and hogtied
Been tied up in knots
That's all I got

Gimme glove shoes
This ain't no way for havin' fun

I could run away to Spain
But I'd just get tied again
I could run off to Jamaica
If this bondage I could breaka

I could run away to Spain
But I'd just get tied again
I could run off to Jamaica
If this bondage I could breaka

What do you want from life?
To kidnap an heiress
Or threaten her with a knife?
What do you want from life?
To get cable TV
And watch it every night?

There you sit, a
Lump in your chair
Where do you sleep
And what do you wear
When you're sleeping

What do you want from life?
An Indian guru
To show you the inner light?
What do you want from life?
A meaningless love affair
With a girl that you met tonight?

How can you tell when you're doin' alright?
Does your bank account swell
While you're dreaming at night?
How do know when you're really in love?
Do violins play when you're touching the one
That you're loving?

What do you want from life?
Someone to love
And somebody that you can trust?
What do you want from life?
To try and be happy
While you do the nasty things you must?

Well, you can't have that, but
If you're an American citizen you are entitled to:
A heated kidney shaped pool,
A microwave oven--don't watch the food cook,
A Dyna-Gym--I'll personally demonstrate it in the privacy of your own home,
A kingsize Titanic unsinkable Molly Brown waterbed with polybendum,
A foolproof plan and an airtight alibi,
Real simulated Indian jewelry!
A Gucci shoetree!
A year's supply of antibiotics,
a personally autographed picture of Randy Mantooth
and Bob Dylan's new unlisted phone number,
A beautifully restored 3rd Reich swizzle stick,
Rosemary's baby!
A dream date in kneepads with Paul Williams
A new Matador
A new mastadon
A Maverick
A Mustang
A Montego
A Merc Montclair
A Mark IV
A meteor
A Mercedes
An MG
Or a Malibu?
A Mort Moriarty
A Maserati
A Mac truck
A Mazda
A new Monza
Or a moped
A Winnebago-- Hell, a herd of Winnebago's, we're giving 'em away
Or how about a McCulloch chainsaw?
A Las Vegas wedding
A Mexican divorce
A solid gold Kama Sutra coffee pot
or
A baby's arm holding an apple?

Was it Jimmy's fault on your first date
you promised Mom you wouldn't be home late
At the drive-in you climbed in the back
Skipped the movies and forgot the snack
Petting heavy didn't bother you
Your eighth grade teacher showed you what to do
Failed your English and Biology
But you learned the facts of life from A to Z

Boy Crazy, from town to town
Boy Crazy, the rumor went around
Boy Crazy, from town to town
Forgot all the names
They're all the same
Forgot all the names

Jimmy told Bobby 'bout your transgressions
And you told the priest in your confession
And he told ya God would get ya someday
But you were to quick, and ya moved on Monday

Another waitress with an I.U.D.
Went to the clinic, where you got it free
There's something missing, but you don't know what
Someone should tell ya, I'd rather not

Boy Crazy, from town to town
Boy Crazy, the rumor went around
Boy Crazy, from town to town
Forgot all the names
They're all the same
Forgot all the names

Teenage had a race for the night time
Spent my cash on every high I could find
Wasted time in every school in L.A.
Getting loose, I didn't care what the kids say

We're white punks on dope
Mom & Dad moved to Hollywood
Hang myself when I get enough rope
Can't clean up, though I know I should
White punks on dope
White punks on dope

Other dudes are living in the ghetto
But born in Pacific Heights don't seem much betto

We're white punks on dope
Mom & Dad live in Hollywood
Hang myself when I get enough rope
I can't clean up, though I know I should
White punks on dope
White punks on dope

I go crazy 'cause my folks are so fucking rich
Have to score when I get that rich white punk itch
Sounds real classy, living in a chateau
So lonely, all the other kids will never know

We're white punks on dope
Mom & Dad live in Hollywood
Hang myself when I get enough rope
Can't clean up, though I know I should
White punks on dope
White punks on dope