@ALBUM: Trouble in Paradise Artist: Randy Newman 1983 Warner Bros. Records Produced by Russ Titelman and Lenny Waronker All selections by Randy Newman. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ @SONG: I Love L.A. Hate New York City It's cold and it's damp And all the people dressed like monkeys Let's leave Chicago to the Eskimos That town's a little bit too rugged For you and me, you, bad girl Rollin' down the Imperial Highway With a big nasty redhead at my side Santa Ana winds blowin' hot from the north And we as born to ride Roll down the window, put down the top Crank up the Beach Boys, baby Don't let the music stop We're gonna ride it till we just can't ride it no more >From the South Bay to the Valley >From the West Side to the East Side Everybody's very happy 'Cause the sun is shining all the time Looks like another perfect day I love L.A. (We love it) I love L.A. (We love it) Look at that mountain Look at those trees Look at that bum over there, man He's down on his knees Look at these women There ain't nothin' like 'em nowhere Century Boulevard (We love it) Victory Boulevard (We love it) Santa Monica Boulevard (We love it) Sixth Street (We love it, we love it) I love L.A. I love L.A. (We love it) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ @SONG: Christmas in Capetown Every night In Jungletown All the boogies in the street Radios turned up very loud Playin' "Dancing Queen" They love our music This English girl from the North somewhere Is stayin' with me at my place Drinkin' up all my beer Talkin' about the poor niggers all the time It's a real disgrace, she says I tell her, Darling, don't talk about things you don't understand I tell her, Darling, don't talk about something you don't know anything about I tell her Darling, if you don't like it here, go back to your own miserable country It's Christmas in Capetown, but it ain't the same Oh, the boys on the beach are still blowin' And the summer wind still kicks the clouds around You know my little brother, babe Well, he works out at the diamond mine I drove him out there at five this mornin' The niggers were waitin' in a big long line You know those big old lunch pails they carry, man With a picture of "Star Wars" painted on the side They were starin' at us real hard with their big, ugly, yellow eyes You could feel it You could feel it It's Christmas in Capetown, but it ain't the same The stores are open all the time And the little kids on skateboards cut in and out of the crowd And the Christmas lights still shine Myself, I don't like to think the way I used to, man, you know It don't seem t get me high And the beer don't taste the wait ought to taste somehow And I don't know why Don't talk to me about the planes Man, I've heard it Just take a look around What are we gonna do, blow up the whole damn country? I don't know It's Christmas in Capetown It's Christmas in Capetown It's Christmas in Capetown ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ @SONG: The Blues He's gonna tell you 'bout his dear old mother Burned up in a factory in Springfield, Mass. He's gonna tell you 'bout his baby brother Hustlin' down the city streets And selling his ass for a dollar bag He's gonna tell you 'bout his Uncle Neddy Locked up in a prison out in Oregon He's gonna tell you 'bout his best friend Eddie Killed in a bar fight with a pair of Marines And a sailer Oh He's got the blues, this boy Has got the blues You can hear it in his music He's got the blues, this boy He's got the blues You can hear it, you can hear it When I was nine years old My daddy ran away With a woman he met on a train, oh His little boy Ran to the room Where his piano Lay in wait for him He played and he played He played and he played He's got the blues, this boy Has got the blues You can hear it, you can hear it He's got the blues, this boy Has got the blues A year ago I met a girl I thought we'd hit a massive groove But she dumped me And all we'd hit were the blues He's got the blues, this boy He's got the blues You can hear it in his music He's got the blues, this boy Has really got the blues ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ @SONG: Same Girl You're still the same girl you always were You're still the same girl you always were A few more nights on the street, that's all A few more holes in your arm A few more years with me You're still the same girl With the same sweet smile that you always had And the same blue eyes like the sun And the same clear voice that I always... You're still the same girl That I love ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ @SONG: Mikey's Have you seen my Marie? She's gone off somewhere Unexpectedly If she wanders in here, babe Tell her I'm lookin' for her I ain't mad or nothin' I just wanna talk You know, Mikey We've been friends for a long time You tell me all your troubles And I've always told you mine North Beach has changed, though Since we were growin' up Didn't used to be any spades here, now you got 'em Didn't used to be any Mexicans here, now you got 'em Didn't used to be any Chinamen here Didn't used to be this ugly music playing all the time Where are we, on the moon? Whatever happened to the old songs, Mikey? Like "The Duke of Earl" Mikey, whatever happened to the fucking Duke of Earl? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ @SONG: My Life Is Good A couple weeks ago My wife and I Took a little trip down to Mexico Met this young girl there We brought her back with us Now she lives with us In our home She cleans the hallway She cleans the stair She cleans the living room She wipes the baby's ass She drives the kids to school She does the laundry, too She wrote this song for me Listen Yeah The other afternoon My wife and I Took a little ride into Beverly Hills Went to the private school Our oldest child attends Many famous people send their children there This teacher says to us "We have a problem here This child just will not do A thing I tell him to. And he's such a big old thing. He hurts the other children. All the games they play, he plays so rough..." Hold it teacher Wait a minute Maybe my ears Are clogged or somethin' Maybe I'm not understanding The English language Dear, you don't seem to realize My life is good My life is good My life is good, you old bag My life, my life Just his evening Some young associates of ours Are flying in to see us from New York City They're gonna stay with us Oh, a couple weeks or so I'm gonna take 'em to Restaurants and everything Gonna get 'em some Real good cocaine They don't get much Where they come from And this one guy's wife Is such a pretty little brown thing That I'm liable to give her a poke or two Whaddaya think of that? Teacher, let me tell you a little story Just this morning My wife and I Went to the hotel in the hills That's right The Bel-Air Hotel Where a very good friend of ours Happens to be staying And the name of that young man Is Mr. Bruce Springsteen That's right, yeah Oh, we talked about some kind of woodblock or something And this new guitar we like And you know what he said to me I'll tell you want he said to me He said, "Rand, I'm tired. How would you like to be the Boss for awhile?" Well, yeah Blow, big man, blow My life is good My life is good My life is good My life, my life is good ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ @SONG: Miami There's a girl over there With the rhythm everywhere She's a very fine girl And she's been awfully nice to me When we walk As we sometimes do All the way out Collins Avenue Well it's very, very fine Very, very special Very Gee, I love Miami It's so nice and hot And every building's so pretty and white And I always get into so much trouble When I'm down there I know these two old stiffs Live on the Waterway That's where I like to stay When I'm down In Miami Blue day Best dope in the world And it's free Miami Blue day Put on your shortie shorts And your Hawaiian shirt And come down! There's a man over there With the conk in his hair He's a very bad man Don't look now He's really very bad And his name is Medina And he comes from Argentina See that little dog there with him Well, he treats it just like it was his little boy Oh, I love Miami It's so hot And the women down here Are so impure I love to hang around The big hotels And sleep in the sun all day I know this double jointed guy With the circus in St. Pete He's with me now He says hello >From 14th Street In Miami Blue day Best dope in the world And it's free Miami Blue day Put on your shortie shorts And your Hawaiian shirt And come down! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ @SONG: Real Emotional Girl She's a real emotional girl She wears her heart on her sleeve Every little thing you tell her She'll believe She really will She even cries in her sleep I've heard her Many times before I never had a girl who loved me Half as much as this girl loves me She's real emotional For 18 years she lived at home She was Daddy's little girl And Daddy helped her move out on her own She met a boy He broke her heart And now she lives alone And she's very, very careful Yes, she is She's a real emotional girl Lives down deep inside herself She turns on easy It's like a hurricane You would not believe it You gotta hold on tight to her She's a real emotional girl ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ @SONG: Take Me Back Everyone tells me I was dealt a losing hand The way that I look And the way that I act It's not hard to understand Sure, I got troubles Maybe you got 'em too I'd like to explain what has happened to me So it doesn't happen to you I was born in Los Angeles Many, many, many years ago We lived out in North Hollywood then In a steamy little bungalow My mother, my father My baby brother and me Playin' cowboys all day Out there in the valley What a perfect family Hey, hey Get 'em up, get 'em up Come a ti yi Hey Went off to high school When I was 13 I was kind of advanced If you know what I mean Got into some trouble Drinkin' heavy with my friends in the hills My daddy had to come down the station to get me He said, "Where is my angry young man?" Take me back Baby, please take me back I don't wanna live here by this dirty old airport In this greasy little shack Take me back Baby, please take me back Just give me a chance and we'll start all over again Now that young girl Was just a summertime thing She went back to school When the school bell ring Now I do my laundry by myself Every night I eat alone Baby please, please, please Won't you let me come back home? Goin' off to college Passed every test They said, "Let's send this boy to Palo Alto. He could be one of the best." Four years at Stanford Worked very hard A lot of good it did me, you little tramp You're ruining my life Take me back Please, please take me back I don't wanna live here by this dirty old airport In this greasy little shack Take me back Baby, please take me back Just give me a chance And we'll start all over again Just give me a chance And we'll start all over ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ @SONG: There's a Party at My House There's a party at my house tonight Everybody's wound up nice and tight They'll be rockin' and rollin' till the mornin' light There's a party at my house tonight Tell everyone you see To come along with me We're gonna have some fun We're gonna rock the night away Still be rockin' when the mornin' come Stand back, baby Don't get excited Didn't I tell you, mama Everyone's invited There's a party at my house There's a party at my house There's a party at my house tonight Don't forget to bring that little blonde-haired girl along You know the one Love to watch her jumpin' up and down Seem like her face gets all red and spotty Like she's been out too long in the sun And that little blue vein right beneath her breast Man, those nipples Pink as a rosebud! Hey, Bobby, get the rope All right There's a party at my house tonight ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ @SONG: I'm Different I'm different and I don't care who knows it Somethin' about me It's not the same, yeah I'm different and that's how it goes Ain't gonna play no goddamn game Got a different way of walkin' I got a different kind of smile I got a different way of talkin' Drives the women kind of wild Kind of wild He's different And I don't care who knows it Somethin' about him It's not the same He's different And that's how it goes And he's not gonna play your gosh darn game I ain't sayin' I'm better than you are But maybe I am I only know that when I look in the mirror I like the man We like the man I'm different and I don't care who knows it Somethin' about me Not the same I'm different and that's how it goes Ain't gonna play your goddamn game When I walk down the street in the mornin' Blue birds are singin' in the tall oak tree They sing a little song for the people And they sing a little song for me He's different and he don't care who knows it Somethin' about him Not the same He's different and that's how it goes And he's not gonna play your gosh darn game I'm different and I don't care who knows it Somethin' about me Is not the same I'm different and that's how it goes Ain't gonna play no boss man's game ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ @SONG: Song for the Dead Deep in the field A lone soldier stands With mud on his boot And blood on his hands They left him behind To bury the dead And to say a few words on behalf of the leadership Pardon me, boys If I slip off my pack And sit for awhile with you I'd like to explain Why you fine young men had to be blown apart To defend this mud hole Now our country, boys Though it's quite far away Found itself jeopardized Endangered, boys By these very gooks Who lie here beside you Forever near Forever We'd like to express Our deep admiration For your courage under fire And your willingness to die For your country, boys We won't forget We won't forget ------------------------------------------------------------------------------