@ALBUM: Son of Schmilsson (c)1972 @SONG: Take 54 Written by: Harry Nilsson Vocals & Electric Piano: Harry Nilsson Drums: Richie Snare Bass: Klaus Voorman Piano Nicky Hopkins Guitar: Lowell George Horns: Jim Price, Bobby Keys, Klaus Voorman Percussion: Milt Holland Sax Solo: Bobby Keys It was take 54, When she walked through the door With the red light on it I knew in a minute If I wanted to get in it Then I'd have to get on it-- I sang my balls off for you baby I worked my fingers to the bone I closed my eyes to get the high note but when I woke up I was alone-- Baby, baby come back I need you to make a good track-- Baby, baby come back Baby, baby come back Well I saw her today Back in studio A We were just gettin' started-- I sang for a minute, She couldn't get in it, I felt broken hearted-- I sang my balls off for you baby I almost broke the microphone I even sang the song that you wrote But when I woke up I was alone-- Oh! Baby, baby, come back-- I need you to make a good track Baby, baby come back Baby, baby come back High note-- But when I woke up I was alone Baby, baby come back I need you to make a good track Baby, baby come back B-b-b-baby come back @SONG: Remember (Christmas) Written by: Harry Nilsson Vocals: Harry Nilsson Piano: Nicky Hopkins Bouzoukia: Cris Spedding Performed with the Pop Arts String Quartet, arranged by Del Newman [Snoring, wind blowing, ghost howling] [Echoing Voice:] Son of Schmilsson! [Snoring stops] [Son:] Huh? Hey, what's going on, man? Hey, who said that? Harry, is that you? [EV:] Son of Schmilsson! [Son:] Heh, heh. Hey, it's not funny, man. What, is this sort of a... a... a... What, is this some kind of a... Where did you get all those sound effects from?! [EV:] RCA Records and Tapes! Muahahah! Long ago, far away Life was clear Close your eyes Remember is a place from long ago Remember filled with everything you know Remember when you're sad and feelin' down Remember turn around Remember life is just a memory Remember close your eyes and you can see Remember think of all that life can be Remember-- Dream love is only in a dream Remember-- Remember life is never as it seems Dream-- Dream love is only in a dream Remember-- Remember life is never as it seems Dream-- Long ago, far away Life was clear Close your eyes-- @SONG: Joy Written by: Harry Nilsson Vocals: Harry Nilsson Piano: Nicky Hopkins Pedal Steel Guitar: Red Rhodes Drums: Barry Morgan Bass: Klaus Voorman Acoustic Guitar: John Uribe Electric Guitar: Peter Frampton Percussion: Ray Cooper The other day I met a girl named Joy She said come here, I'm gonna make you my joy boy Well, things went good and things went bad Now everytime I think of Joy It makes me sad It makes me... sad The other day I met a girl named Joy She said Roy! I'm gonna make you my joy boy Well, she took me for a ride Sort of a joy ride Now everytime I thik of Joy I get all weird inside Oh, Joy to the world Was a beautiful girl But to me Joy meant only sorrow Now--if you haven't got an answer Then you haven't got a question And if you never had a question Then you'd never have a problem But if you never had a problem Well, everyone would be happy But if everyone was happy There'd never be a love song Joy was a beautiful girl But to me Joy meant only sorrow The other day I met a girl named Joy She said, Come here, I wanna make you feel all clammy inside Things went good good and things went bad Things went good... things went bad Good, bad, good, bad, good, bad Joy to the world Was a beautiful girl But to me Joy meant only sorrow Oh, Joy to the world Was a beautiful girl But to me Joy meant only sorrow Joy, I know you're out there I want you to turn on your radio and listen to my song @SONG: Turn On Your Radio Written by: Harry Nilsson Vocals & Acoustic Guitar: Harry Nilsson Bass: Klaus Voorman Electric Guitar: Peter Frampton Piano: Nicky Hopkins Horns arranged by Kirby Johnson I don't know where I'm goin' Now that I am gone I hope the wind that's blowin' Helps me carry on Turn on your radio, baby Listen to my song Turn on your night light baby Baby I'm gone I don't know how it happened Now that I am gone I hope I never hear it baby Just in case I'm wrong Turn on your record player Listen to my song Turn on your night light baby Baby I'm gone I don't know where life's goin' But soon it will be gone I hope the wind that's blowin' Helps me carry on Turn on your radio baby Baby, listen to my song And turn on your night light baby Baby I'm gone @SONG: You're Breakin' My Heart Written by: Harry Nilsson Vocals & Electric Piano: Harry Nilsson Slide Guitar: George Harrysong Bass: Klaus Voorman Piano: Nicky Hopkins Drums: Barry Morgan Electric Guitar: Peter Frampton Horns: Jim Price, Bobby Keys, Klaus Voorman You're breakin' my heart You're tearin' it apart So fuck you All I want to do Is have a good time Now I'm blue You wanna boogaloo Run down to Tramps Have a dance or two--ooh! You're breaking my heart You're tearin' it apart But fuck you You're breakin' my heart You're tearin' it apart Ooh!--ooh!-- You stepped on my ass You're breaking my glasses too You wanna drive my car Buy a lot of stuff I've had enough Of you--ooh! I'm goin' insane There's no one to blame So fuck you You've gotta have your way There's nothin' left to say There's nothin' left to do--ooh! You're breakin' my heart You're tearin' it apart So fuck you You've gotta have your way There's nothin' left to say There's nothin' left to do--ooh! You're breakin' my heart You're tearin' it apart But I love you (Do-do-doots) @SONG: Spaceman Written by: Harry Nilsson Vocals & Electric Piano: Harry Nilsson Drums: Richie Snare Bass: Klaus Voorman Acoustic Guitars: John Uribe, Cris Spedding, Peter Frampton Piano: Nicky Hopkins Percussion: Richard Perry Orchestra Arranged & Conducted by Paul Buckmaster Bang, bang, shoot em' up, destiny Bang, bang, shoot em' up to the moon Bang, bang, shoot em' up one, two, three (One, two, three, four!) I wanted to be a spaceman That's what I wanted to be But now that I am a spaceman Nobody cares about me Hey mother earth Won't 'cha bring me back down Safely to the sea But 'round and around and around and around Is all she ever say to me I wanted to make a good run I wanted to go to the moon I knew that it had to be fun I told 'em to send me real soon I wanted to be a spaceman I wanted to be it so bad But now that I am a spaceman I'd rather be back on the pad Hey mother earth Won't 'cha bring me back down Safely to the sea But 'round and around and around and around Is just a lot of lunacy (Yeah!) 'Round and around and around and around and around (So bring me back down) 'Round and around and around and around and around Safe on the ground Hey mother earth Won't 'cha bring me back down Safely to the sea But 'round and around and around and around Is all she ever say to me, yeah You know I wanted to be a spaceman That's what I wanted to be But now that I am a spaceman Nobody cares about me Say, hey! You mother earth You better bring me back down I've taken just as much as I can But around and around and around and around Is the problem of a spaceman (Ah's!) @SONG: The Lottery Song Written by: Harry Nilsson Vocals: Harry Nilsson Piano: Nicky Hopkins Acoustic Guitars: Cris Spedding, Peter Frampton, John Uribe Electric Guitar: Klaus Voorman Percussion: Milt Holland, Ray Cooper You could do the laundry I'll come by on Monday You give me the money I will buy a ticket On the local lottery We could win the lottery We could go to Vegas And be very happy ("Ooh Loo's") (Or) I could be a plumber We could wait till summer We could save our money Have a fine vacation We could buy a trailer If we bought a trailer We could go to Vegas And be very happy ("Ooh Loo's")If life is just gamble, Gamble if you want to win (more "ooh loo's")--life can be so easy let the wheel of fortune spin) (Or we could make a record Sell a lot of copies we could play Las Vegas And be very happy) ("Ooh Loo's")--If life is just gamble, Gamble if you want to win (more "ooh loo's")--life can be so easy let the wheel of fortune spin) @SONG: At My Front Door Written by: Abner-Moore Vocals: Harry Nilsson Dreams: Richie Snare Bass: Klaus Voorman Piano: Nicky Hopkins Electric Guitars: Peter Frampton, Cris Spedding Congas: Ray Cooper Tenor Sax: Bobby Keys Long ago, far away-- [Burp.] Excuse me. [Crowd noises.] Crazy little momma come a knockin' Come a knockin' at my front door door door Crazy little momma come a knockin' Come a knockin' at my front door Crazy little momma come a knock knock knockin' Just like she did before I woke up this mornin' with a feelin' of despair Just lookin' for my baby but she wasn't there Heard someone knockin' and much to my surprise There stood my baby lookin' in my eyes Crazy little momma come a knock knock knockin' Just like she did before Yeah, if you got a little momma and wanna keep her neat Keep your little momma off my street Same thing will happen like it did before She come a knock knock knockin' at my door Crazy little momma come a knock knock knockin' Just like she did before Just like she did before Just like she did before (Repeat 2nd verse) @SONG: Ambush Written by: Harry Nilsson Vocal & Electric Piano: Harry Nilsson Drums: Richie Snare Bass: Klaus Voorman Piano: Nicky Hopkins Guitars: Cris Spedding, Peter Frampton Lead Guitar: John Uribe Tambourine: Ray Cooper Trumpets & Trombone: Jim Price Saxophone: Bobby Keys Horns Arranged by Jim Price The lamp that lights the way Is the light from yesterday The drum which leads the way Is a sound from yesterday The road is filled with shadows Of a million living leaves With darkness all around us And not a friend in sight We sang a song together To help us through the night The song was sung with spirit But soft and like a choir And as the others sang along Our voices lifted higher We sang until we reached the bridge We crossed then saw the wire But by the time we stopped the song The enemy opened fire Now we ain't gonna sing that song no more Ain't gonna sing that song no more It just don't pay to sing no more 'Specially when you're in a war A war Now this time through, we want everyone to listen to the punchline! Alright! Alright! Alright! Alright! The song was sung with spirit But soft and like a choir But by the time we stopped the song The enemy opened fire Now we ain't gonna sing that song no more Ain't gonna sing that song no more Just don't pay to sing no more 'Specially when you're in a war @SONG: I'd Rather Be Dead Written by: Harry Nilsson & Perry Vocals: Harry Nilsson with the senior citizens of the Stepney & Pinner Choir--Club No. 6, London, England Accordian: Henry Krein Rhythm Section: The Henry Krein Quartet plus Klaus Voorman I'd rather be dead--I'd rather be dead I'd rather be dead than wet my bed I'd rather be dead--I'd rather be dead I said dead than wet my bed Oh, I'd rather be gone--Than carry on I'd rather go away--Than feel this way Oh, I'd rather be there--Where you haven't got a care And you're better off dead--Though it doesn't seem fair Oh, I'd rather be dead--I'd rather be dead I'd rather be dead than wet than wet my bed I'd rather be dead--I'd rather be dead I'd rather be dead than wet than wet my bed (Laidies) I'd rather keep my health--and dress myself But you're better off dead than sitting on a shelf (Men) I'll tie my tie 'till the day I die But if I have to be fed then I'd rather be dead And when he takes my hand on the very last day I will understand because it's better that way Oh! It's nice to be alive--When the dream comes true You'll be better off dead--It could happen to you Oh! I'd rather be dead--I'd rather be dead I'd rather be dead than wet my bed I'd rather be dead--I'd rather be dead I'd rather be dead than wet than wet my bed (Alright! Give yourselves a big hand!) [Clapping.] @SONG: The Most Beautiful World In The World Written by: Harry Nilsson Vocals: Harry Nilsson Drums: Richie Snare Bass: Klaus Voorman Piano: Nicky Hopkins Guitars: Paul Keough, Les Thatcher Percussion: Ray Cooper, Richard Perry Orchestra and Choir conducted by Richard Perry Arranged by Richard Perry and Kirby Johnson Additional Orchestration: Del Newman You come to the end And the light there is dimmer And chances are slimmer Of findin' your way You find that you stay out Of trouble and danger 'Cause everything's stranger Than it used to be You're a scary old place out there world But I couldn't be happy without you And I swear all my thoughts are about you The most beautiful world in the world Well the light can be bright there And everything's right there The end of the night there might be a big band Or a heavenly chior--Or it might be the fire But no matter what happens I bet it's OK You're a scary old place out there world But I couldn't be happy without you And I swear all my thoughts are about you The most beautiful world in the world Your mountains when you're mad Your rivers when your sad And those deep blue seas I love you for your snow Your deserts down below I love the way you wear your trees The most beautiful world in the world And though there are times when I doubt you I just couldn't stay here without you So when you get older And over your shoulder You look back to see if it's real Tell her she's beautiful Roll the world over And give her a kiss and a feel So long, folks! Goodbye, Harry. See you next album, Richard. GOODBYE!