1. IMAGINE HOUSTON

BY JOE ELY

Imagine Houston in the middle of July

Hotter than a pistol on a Saturday night

Your baby's on the front porch with a bamboo fan

As you pull up to the curb in your black Sedan

It don't take her long, she knew you were comin'

With a slam of the screen she's off and she's runnin'

Now she's sittin' there beside you, you forget about the heat

You leave your troubles at the curb and take your passion to the street

With a steam-heated love

With a burning desire and a tropical fire in your blood

With a steam-heated love

That hurricane feelin' it's got you reelin'

You can't even wait for the flood

You put your arm around her and you tell her the news

And the white lines and the freeways, they twist like a fuse

While the pilgrims from the East with their U-Haul trailers

Build cities out of canvas just like shipwrecked sailors

And the asphalt sweats while the welders weld

And your wheels are hotter than the hinges of hell

And you better watch your step if you're just standing around

Because the buildings ain't constructed, they erupt from the ground

With a steam-heated love

With a burning desire and a tropical fire in your blood

With a steam-heated love

That hurricane feelin' it's got you reelin'

You can't even wait for the flood

The parking lots are steaming with a street-sweeper's mist

Just the perfect atmosphere to steal a little kiss

And you notice that the moon has been coated with chrome

As it begins to rise beside the Astro Dome

2. YOU GOT THE BROKEN HEART

BY JOE ELY

I heard a rumor from a friend of a friend

That you got the broken heart

She didn’t have any need to pretend

You got the broken heart

You got the broken heart In the deal

He got the feelin’ that trouble is real

But nobody wins on the battlefield

You got the broken heart

You drew the joker but the joker was wild

You got the broken heart

He treated you like a motherless child

You got the broken heart

You got the broken heart In the deal

He got the feelin’ that trouble is real

But nobody wins on the battlefield

You got the broken heart

You brought it on your self, no hesitation

You got the broken heart

And if you need any consolation

You got the broken heart

You got the broken heart In the deal

He got the feelin’ that trouble is real

But nobody wins on the battlefield

You got the broken heart

Come on Cry

Come Cry on me

Cry on my shoulder

Cry on me

3. WHAT’S SHAKIN’ TONITE

BY JOE ELY/EDDIE BEETHOVEN

What's shakin' tonight?

What's shakin' tonight?

Hey pretty baby, what's shakin' tonight?

What's shakin' tonight?

What's shakin' tonight?

Hey pretty baby, what's shakin' tonight?

Slap on some rouge, show your tattoos

Put on your patent leather high-heel shoes

Moon out tonight, you're lookin' just right

I feel like messin' with dynamite

What's shakin' tonight?

What's shakin' tonight?

Hey pretty baby, what's shakin' tonight?

What's shakin' tonight?

What's shakin' tonight?

Hey pretty baby, what's shakin' tonight?

Come on pretty babe, let's put some wind in our ears

We got the thing movin' now we just gotta steer

Tell the folks back at work that we just gone berserk

Boss-man, find yourself a new kind of jerk

Rip out reverse, strain every nerve

Ram it to the red line, don't let it swerve

Spin it around, swim it or drown

I smell the diesel in the border town

4. RIDE A MOTORCYCLE 

BY JOE ELY

I’m gonna ride a motorcycle and dye my ducktail red

Ride a motorcycle and dye my ducktail red

Gonna catch me a breeze and ride it like a thoroughbred

I varnish my coffin with a premium gasoline

Well, I varnish my coffin with a premium gasoline

I got the highway blues on my two wheel limousine

A honk and a holler make a jukebox come alive

A honk and a holler make a jukebox come alive

Taste of honey make a bee head for the hive

I’m gonna ride a motorcycle and dye my ducktail red

Ride a motorcycle and dye my ducktail red

Gonna catch me a breeze and ride it like a thoroughbred

A honk and a holler make a jukebox come alive

A honk and a holler make a jukebox come alive

Taste of honey make a bee head for the hive

I’m gonna ride a motorcycle and dye my ducktail red, yeah

Ride a motorcycle and dye my ducktail red, yeah

Gonna catch me a breeze and ride it like a thoroughbred, yeah

5. MY BABY THINKS SHE’S FRENCH

BY JOE ELY

My Baby Thinks She's French

My Baby Thinks She's French

She plays a spanish guitar

At the coffee bar

She's takin' self-defence

My Baby Thinks She's French

She like the rose perfume

In the afternoon with her chocolate mints

She thinks she's French she likes to kiss and kiss

Her Flame is hard to Quench!

My Baby Thinks She's French

My Baby Thinks She's French

She drive a citroen car

She sings me Ooo wa wa

She's prone to accidents

My Baby Thinks She's French

Well its Paris this

And its Paris that, it makes me cringe

She thinks she's French she likes to kiss and kiss

Her Flame is hard to quench!

My Baby Thinks She's French

My Baby Thinks She's French

She reads Madamoselle

And when the clock strikes twelve

She wants to give me a pinch...

My Baby Thinks She's French

She's a Texas doll

She likes shopping malls where the mood is French

With a southern drawl

They say come back y'all

And they never even flench!

My Baby Thinks She's French

My Baby Thinks She's French

She wants to start a fire

In the Eifel Tower

She's lost all common sense!

My Baby Thinks She's French

She likes the Moulin Rouge

When the sun shines thru

She seldom squints...

She breeds magnificence

6. COOL ROCKIN’ LORETTA

BY JOE ELY AND EDDIE BEETHOVEN

Hey operator, cancel the phone call

I hear somebody knockin' at the door

Lookie here it's Loretta and she never looked better

Her arms full of groceries from the store

My, my, my

Ain't she fine

My, my, my

Ain't she fine

Cool rockin' Loretta

Cool rockin' Loretta

Cool rockin' Loretta

Cool rockin' Loretta

Racin' is my trade, she works as a housemaid

On weekends don't you know it's paradise

Even though we got no dough, it don't bother Loretta though

She turns them red hot mamas into ice

My, my, my

Ain't she fine

My, my, my

Ain't she fine

Cool rockin' Loretta

Cool rockin' Loretta

Cool rockin' Loretta

Cool rockin' Loretta

I want an antenna, baby, she wants a clothesline

Then we'll be livin' like the rich folks do

I'll pick up Chicago on my transistor radio

Loretta she can stay in bed till noon

My, my, my

Ain't she fine

My, my, my

Ain't she fine

Cool rockin' Loretta

Cool rockin' Loretta

My, my, my

Cool rockin' Loretta

Cool rockin' Loretta

My, my, my

Cool rockin' Loretta

Cool rockin' Loretta

7.DAME TU MANO

BY JOE ELY

Dame tu mano

Dame tu mano

The night is cheap like a velvet painting

The streets are wet but it ain't been raining

Dame tu mano

Dame tu mano

A mile of stars fell in the streets and shattered

While the guitars played strung with six daggers

Give me your hand, my little Juarez Mary

Where the mean streets meet the monastery

Your ruby lips wet with Tequila

There's a neon frame around Pancho Villa

Dame tu mano

Dame tu mano

The switchblade streets in need of sweeping

The Taxi waits, the driver's sleeping

Dame tu mano

Dame tu mano

I'll turn you loose but never let you go

When the summer's gone and the cold winds blow

Give me your hand, my little Juarez Mary

Where the mean streets meet the monastery

Your ruby lips wet with Tequila

There's a neon frame around Pancho Villa

Dame tu mano

Dame tu mano

Five hundred miles I gotta go tomorrow

And leave you here with your sweet sorrow

Dame tu mano

Dame tu mano

Their talk will sting in the morning light

They're stringing me up this very night

8. LIPSTICK IN THE NIGHT

BY JOE ELY

As I was screaming into New Orleans

I seen a woman on a motorbike

She captivated my imagination

With her lipstick in the night

Well, the look in her eye would make a rhinestone jealous

As she leaned into the exit sign

In her Cajun complexion I could see the reflection

Of her lipstick in the night

Lipstick in the night

Red lipstick make a bulldog bite

Lipstick in the night

She cut her ignition and she paid her admission

To Tipitina's jump-and-jive

I offered her a stroke of my Bacardi and Coke

To wet her lipstick in the night

I took a chance and I asked her to dance

As the band played with all their might

I looked her in the face but I couldn't erase

Her lipstick in the night

Lipstick in the night

Red lipstick make a bulldog bite

Lipstick in the night

She followed me well down to a cheap hotel

There we got into a helluva fight

I could hear her leave as she jingled her keys

Wearin' lipstick in the night

Well, I never expect to ever see her again

Anyway, she wasn't my type

I just overestimated my exaggeration

Of her lipstick in the night

9. MADAME WO

BY JOE ELY

Down to the quarter, there you go

Madame Wo

Down to Canal where the red lights glow

Madame Wo

Take some of your loneliness and lay it on me

It's a tough ol' way to make ends meet, honey can't you see?

Down to the steps and over the fence

Madame Wo

Down to the shack that your landlord rents

Madame Wo

Hey, hey, a girl like you is a mystery to me

Hey, girl, the look in your eyes is all I need

Over to Bourbon, turn to the wind

Madame Wo

To the tattoo parlor where you meet your friends

Madame Wo

Hey, babe, the world don't know how much, you see

Yeah, yeah, would you show a little to me?

Down to the corner, turn to the right

Madame Wo

To the wooden Hotel where you stay all night

Madame Wo

Hey, babe, would you speak to me, easily

Hey, hey, your words they come like sheep to me

10. ISABELLA

BY JOE ELY

Well I heard you’re on the run with your locksmith buddy from Hong Kong

You got your rabbit foot keychain but the love that you’ve locked out is long gone

If the key don’t fit the front door then you better not knock

If you go back to the back door be prepared to pick the lock

Peekin’ in the window down the smokestack too

You’ll be lookin in for me, I’ll be lookin’ out for you

Isabella Isabella

Isabella Isabella

Isabella Isabella well-a you spell-a trouble to me

Well I understand you’ve found a way to counterfeit the keys to the highway

If you ever find a short-cut to Love please don’t pass it my way

You think you’ve got a right to every thing I’ve got left

If you could steal my heart again It’d just be petty theft

Peekin’ in the blinds through the roof cracks too

You’ll be lookin’ in for me I’ll be lookin’ out for you

Isabella Isabella

Isabella Isabella

Isabella Isabella well-a you spell-a trouble to me

I couldn’t help but notice that your shadow’s got a chip on it’s shoulder

It’s snowing in your heart and it keeps gettin’ colder and colder

If the furniture looks different, it’s because I had it painted

Everything we shared together never got acquainted

Peekin’ in the shades and the keyhole too

You’ll be lookin’ in for me I’ll be lookin’ out for you.

Isabella Isabella

Isabella Isabella well-a you spell-a trouble to me

Isabella Isabella

Isabella Isabella

Isabella Isabella

what’s a fellow gonna do….