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Good Singin', Good Playin'
9 August 1976
MCA
Line up:

Mark Farner: Guitar, Piano, Vocals
Mel Schacher: Bass, Vocals
Frank Zappa: Guitar
Don Brewer: Drums, Percussion, Vocals
Craig Frost: Keyboards, Vocals

 
Side A:
  1. Just Couldn't Wait - 3:28
    (Mark Farner)
  2. Can You Do It - 3:17
    (Street / T. Gordy)
  3. Pass It Around - 4:59
    (Mark Farner/ DonBrewer)
  4. Don't Let 'Em Take Your Gun - 3:40
    (Mark Farner)
  5. Miss My Baby - 7:20
    (Mark Farner)
  6. Big Buns - 0:30
    (Mark Farner)
Side B:
  1. Out To Get You - 4:44
    (Don Brewer / Craig Frost)
  2. Crossfire - 4:19
    (Mark Farner)
  3. 1976 - 4:20
    (Mark Farner)
  4. Release Your Love - 3:52
    (Mark Farner)
  5. Goin' For The Pastor - 5:24
    (Mark Farner)
  6. Rubberneck (CD bonus track) - 5:15
    (Don Brewer)

Just Couldn't Wait
Mark Farner I miss her face, but the girl left seven years ago Guess I never should've let her go That's how I feel because I love her so But I'm afraid that she will never know She just couldn't wait, she said she couldn't wait 'til some day She just couldn't wait, my baby just couldn't wait, no She said she couldn't wait 'til some day, 'til some day Oh, tell me now, where do the broken-hearted go from here You missed her love and now you're steering clear I ain't afraid of nothin' but my fear The fear that she might see this rollin' tear She just couldn't wait, she said she couldn't wait 'til Sunday She just couldn't wait, my baby just couldn't wait, no She just couldn't wait, my baby just couldn't wait, no Oh she couldn't wait 'til Sunday no, 'til Sunday She just couldn't wait, my baby just couldn't wait, no She said she couldn't wait 'til Sunday She just couldn't wait, my baby just couldn't wait, no She said she just couldn't wait You know she just couldn't wait, no She said she couldn't wait 'til Sunday, 'til Sunday Oh, Oh...

Can You Do It
Street / T. Gordy I ... went to a dance, ah, just the other night Other night, other night, other night The dance they was doin' there, it was out of sight Out-a-sight, out-a-sight, out-a-sight I knew right away, yeah, that there was nothing to it Nothin' to it, nothin' to it, nothin' to it I could tell right away, oh boy, even I could do it Even I could do it, I could do it, I could do it Well, first step: you got to move to the left Second step: you got to go for yourself Third step: well, you're doin' alright Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh! Grab yourself a partner, then you start it movin' too To and fro, to and fro, to and fro The next thing you know, hey, you want to do it some more Do it some more, do it some more, do it some more I knew right away, yeah, that there was nothing to it Nothin' to it, nothin' to it, nothin' to it I could tell right away, oh boy, even I could do it Even I could do it, I could do it, I could do it Yeah, first step: you got to move to the left Second step: you got to go for yourself Third step: well, you're doin' alright Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh! You grab yourself a partner, then you start it movin' too To and fro, to and fro, to and fro You get out on the floor and start doin' it some more Do it some more, do it some more, do it some more I knew right away, yeah, that there was nothing to it Nothin' to it, nothin' to it, nothin' to it I could tell right away, oh boy, even I could do it Even I could do it, I could do it, I could do it I went to a dance just the other night Other night, other night, other night The dance they was doin', yeah, it was out of sight Out-a-sight, out-a-sight, out-a-sight I knew right away, yeah, there was nothing to it Nothin' to it, nothin' to it, nothin' to it I could tell right away, oh boy, even I could do it Even I could do it, I could do it, I could do it I went to the dance I went to the dance

Pass It Around
Mark Farner/ DonBrewer I wish I had a place to stay in L.A. for a week or so I feel like bein' jive, hangin' out, maybe go to Mexico 'Cause dreamin', baby, that's the way I wanna' be Just wanna' sit in a tree, sail out to sea, live like some fantasy, ahh baby 'Cause I'm tired of thinkin', and too much drinkin', all my troubles away Tired of goin' to get layed at the lost and found Tired of dealin' with love hurt feelings, and all I got to say, In view of all that's been goin' down, I think I'll go on out and pass it around I wonder why I'm doin', what I've been doin' for a while Can't say it's the money, no, so maybe it's the style 'Cause dreamin', baby, that's the way that I like it Just wanna' get on a plane, go some place insane, throw myself one real good fit 'Cause I'm tired of thinkin', and too much drinkin', all my troubles away Tired of goin' to get layed at the lost and found Tired of dealin' with love hurt feelings, and all I got to say, In view of all that's been goin' down, I think I'll go on out and pass it around I think I'll go on out and pass it around Listen to me baby Pass it around I think I'll go on out and pass it around I want to pass it around I want to get on out and pass it around I want to pass it around 'Cause I'm tired of thinkin', and too much drinkin', all my troubles away I want to pass it around Tired of goin' to get layed at the lost and found I think I'll go on out and pass it around Tired of dealin' with love hurt feelings, and all I got to say, I want to pass it around In view of all that's been goin' down, I think I'll go on out and pass it around

Don't Let 'Em Take Your Gun
Mark Farner Ohhh, people why don't you come in here and let me talk to you a while That's right, step right up and listen to a concerned citizen speak his piece I'll tell you a little something that my daddy told to me My basic fundamentals if you want to be free 'Cause son, there's somthing wrong internally So, if you want your freedom son Don't want your country to be overrun You got to keep America number one My daddy told me Son, don't let 'em take your gun That's what they tryin' to do Son, don't let 'em take your gun They're takin' your Bill of Rights away from you My daddy said Son, don't let 'em take your gun That's what they tryin' to do Son, don't let 'em take your gun Don't let 'em take your gun away from you Ohhh, this year is our anniversary Two hundred years, people we've been free Won't be nobody takin' over our land If everybody's brother's got a gun in his hand I'm tellin' you we learned to fight for justice We're willing to die for freedom Hand in hand You got to understand We are American men Said they want your gun Said they want your gun Send 'em on the run Send 'em on the run Hip-hurray for fun Hip-hurray for fun If they do we're done If they do we're done My daddy told me Son, don't let 'em take your gun That's what they tryin' to do Son, don't let 'em take your gun They're takin' your Bill of Rights away from you My daddy said Son, don't let 'em take your gun That's what they tryin' to do Son, don't let 'em take your gun Don't let 'em take your gun away from you

Miss My Baby
Mark Farner I'm sitting here sad and lonely Thinkin' 'bout my one and only I been sittin' here cryin' my eyes out Feelin' sorry for myself 'cause I just don't know what it's all about No, I just don't know But, I miss my baby I'm lookin' for a lady Said I miss my baby I think I'm goin' crazy Well, I miss my baby I'll die without her maybe....yeah, yeah I'm lookin' for my baby Alright, 'n allright I never had a lick of worry 'Cause she was always in a hurry She was eager just to please her baby But, I miss her and it's drivin' me crazy Oh so crazy But, I miss my baby I'm lookin' for a lady Said I miss my baby I think I'm goin' crazy Well, I miss my baby I think I'll join the navy....yeah, yeah I'm lookin' for my baby Alright, alright, yeah I miss my baby I'm lookin' for a lady. Yeah Said I miss my baby I think I'm goin' crazy I miss my baby. Yeah Ohhhh .... Ohhhh .... Ohhhh ... Ohhhh .... Ohhhh .... Ohhhh ... Ohhhh .... Ohhhh .... Ohhhh ... Ohhhh .... Ohhhh .... Ohhhh ... Ohhhh .... Ohhhh .... Ohhhh ...

Big Buns
Mark Farner I wanna' grab you by those big buns ... Sooo ... tight, sooo ... tight I wanna' grab you by those big buns ... Those big buns. Sooo ... tight

Out To Get You
Don Brewer / Craig Frost Woo ... woo ... Yeaahhh ... Ahhhh ... yeow Baby, baby, baby We're out to get you Yeah ... ow We got good singin' We got good playin' We got earth shakin'. Yeah Grand Funk and rock 'n roll. Woahhh Ohhhhhhh ... Baby, baby, baby We're out to get you! We're out to get you! We're out to get you!

Crossfire
Mark Farner You win or lose a penny What does it matter any We all are gamblers just by livin' You hold a hopeless token Even though your heart is broken 'Cause you've nothin' left for the love you're givin' Caught in the crossfire Caught in the crossfire ... of love Caught in the crossfire Caught in the crossfire ... of love Caught in the crossfire Caught in the crossfire You played your hand at poker But do you understand this joker Who shot down all your hopes and dreams Why do they always hurt you You think they won't but you know they're sure to Can't trust a soul no more it seems Caught in the crossfire Caught in the crossfire ... of love Caught in the crossfire Caught in the crossfire ... of love Caught in the crossfire Caught in the crossfire You caught your love red handed Been stuck up like a bandit Crossfire Low down dirty underhanded Just ain't right can't understand it Crossfire Caught in the crossfire Caught in the crossfire ... of love Caught in the crossfire Caught in the crossfire ... of love Caught in the crossfire Caught in the crossfire Caught in the crossfire

1976
Mark Farner Hey ... Ohhhh ... Oh, happy birthday America Lord knows you ain't no sweet sixteen But, we love you 'cause you're beautiful America We still beleive in the American dream We better all keep remembering this land now This land full of people been' gettin' their kicks Lord, Lord I think we all better pick up the sticks In 1976 God put man on this planet But man forgot that he was heaven sent Man takes the planet for granted I thought American people would 'a had more sense We better keep all remembering this land now This land full of people bent on gettin' their kicks Lord, Lord I think we all better pick up the sticks In 1976 Hey ... We better keep all remembering this land now This land full of people bent on gettin' their kicks Lord, Lord I think we all better pick up the sticks In 1976

Release Your Love
Mark Farner Ahhhh baby release it, talkin' about your love Yeah, baby release it, your love, Your love Release your love to me And, put it in my heart where it's supposed to be Release your love to me 'Cause girl I can't live without it Release your love to me 'Cause girl I'm 'gonna take you home You ain't never 'gonna be alone Unless you're out there on your own You don't have to worry Baby, release your love to me And, we're 'gonna make plans for eternity Release your love to me You'll never ever have to doubt it Release your love to me 'Cause, baby, that's the way that it's got to be I know there's other lovers, But, they just can't stick 'Cause none of them other lovers, Baby, can do my trick I know there's other lovers, But, they just can't stick 'Cause none of them other lovers, Baby, can do my trick Release your love Release your love. Release your love Release your love. Release your love Release your love. Release your love Release your love Release your love to me And, put it in my heart where it's supposed to be Release your love to me 'Cause girl I can't live without it Release your love to me We're 'gonna make plans for eternity Release your love to me There'll never be a doubt about it Release your love to me And, put it in my heart where it's supposed to be Release your love to me 'Cause girl I can't live without it Release your love to me We're 'gonna make plans for eternity Release your love to me There'll never be a doubt about it

Goin' For The Pastor
Mark Farner I've been in love for a short time I had a little trouble makin' up my mind Somthin' got in my way, babe I find it really hard for me to say I know that my head was hot, girl Hot enough to hit the spot that makes you trot But, girl I ain't no liar Gonna' set your little heart on fire. Yeah I've had my hit and miss, girl I'm ready now to settle right down to this I hope that your love is true, babe As true as the love I hold for you There's one thing that I'd say, girl I love you for ever and a day Now, girl I ain't no liar I'm gonna' set your little heart on fire. Yeah 'Cause when I'm thinking of you Thinkin' about you My heart beats faster I'm goin' for the pastor I got me a love and I'm gonna' make it last, girl Girl 'Cause when I think about you Thinkin' about you My heart beats faster I'm goin' for the pastor I got me a love and I'm gonna' make it last, girl Ohhhhh ... I really think you're brave, babe For cuttin' loose that bloodthirsty Dave the knave Now Davey, his love was strong, babe But, you're better off with a love that's long You never have to be alone, girl 'Cause I'll be there when you come back home Now, girl I ain't no liar I'm gonna' set your little heart on fire. Ahh, ohh ... 'Cause when I'm thinking of you Thinkin' about you My heart beats faster I'm goin' for the pastor I got me a love and I'm gonna' make it last, girl Girl 'Cause when I think about you Thinkin' about you My heart beats faster I'm goin' for the pastor I got me a love and I'm gonna' make it last, girl

Rubberneck (CD bonus track)
Don Brewer (Flight attendant ...) Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen. Please fasten your seatbelts. We are nearing Jamaica - one of the Beguiling Isles, born of Earth's torments. Whu-Nu-Nu-Nu's Airlines is pleased to announce our new Rubberneck Helper evening tour at the Wide River. Your pulse will thrive in the pervasive beat as you wile away the night to calypso music played with torches. Yes, you in the third world, snap on a palm leaf and receive a complimentary electrifying Warhol cut and free glass of Tia Maria. Don't be alarmed if you feel a little turbulence during touchdown. It's merely the rastaman vibration! Da, da-doo / Da, doo Da, da-doo / Doo Da, da-doo / Da, doo Da, da-doo / Doo Rubberneck ... Do you want buy ganja Rubberneck ... Do you want to follow me home Rubberneck ... We're gonna' get your money Rubberneck ... We're gonna' cut you never go home Had enough of workin', I need a rest, I need a piece of paradise Been inside for so long, Ain't seen the sun and my skin's turnin' grey to white Heard a man on the street talkin', He and his old lady havin' warm Caribbean nights So, I go to Jamaica and all they tell me is ... Rubberneck ... Do you want buy ganja Rubberneck ... Do you want to follow me home Rubberneck ... We're gonna' get your money Rubberneck ... We're gonna' cut you never go home Oh, sweet Jamaica, Sleepy little island in the middle of the deep blue sea They got herb the best in the world, A place every red-blooded hippie should be, yeah So, I go pack my bag make a plane, 'Cause the Man's talkin' warm Caribbean nights Here I go to Jamaica ... to Jamaica ... and all the natives go ... Da, da-doo / Da, doo Da, da-doo / Doo Da, da-doo / Da, doo Da, da-doo / Doo Rubberneck ... Do you want buy ganja Rubberneck ... Do you want to follow me home Rubberneck ... We're gonna' get your money Rubberneck ... We're gonna' cut you never go home Had enough Jamaica, I need a rest, I need a piece of paradise No more rasta red, Will a knife 'bout to cut my throat, yeah, and all that jive, no So, I go pack my bag, Make a plane for the States before it's too late. Ah, bye-bye To Jamaica ... Rubberneck ... Do you want buy ganja Rubberneck ... Do you want to follow me home Rubberneck ... We're gonna' get your money Rubberneck ... We're gonna' cut you never go home Rubberneck ... Do you want buy ganja Rubberneck ... Do you want to follow me home Rubberneck ... We're gonna' get your money Rubberneck ... We're gonna' cut you never go home