Record Tracklist

1. Sheela na gig
   Sheela na gig
   
   

   I’ve been trying to show you over and over

   Look at these my child-bearing hips
   Look at these my ruby-red, ruby lips
   Look at these my work-strong arms
   You’ve got to see my bottleful of charm
   I lay it all at your feet
   You turn around and say back to me

   He said
   Sheela na gig, Sheela na gig
   You exhibitionist!

   I’m gonna wash that man right out of my hair
   Just like the first time, said you didn’t care
   Wash that man right out of my hair
   Heard it before, no more
   Wash that man right out of my hair
   Turn the corner, another one there
   Wash that man right out of my hair
   Heard it before

   He said,
   Sheela na gig, Sheela na gig
   You exhibitionist!
   Put money in your idle hole

   Gonna wash that man right out of my hair
   Just like the first time, said you didn’t care
   Wash that man right out of my hair
   Heard it before, no more
   Take my hips to a man who cares
   Turn the corner, another one there
   Take my hips to a man who cares
   Heard it before

   He said,
   Sheela na gig, Sheela na gig
   You exhibitionist!
   Put money in your idle hole

   He said,
   Wash your breasts, I don’t want to be unclean
   He said,
   Please take those dirty pillows away from me

2. Hair
   Hair
   
   

   Samson, the strength that’s in your arms
   Oh to be your stunning bride

   Samson, your hair glistening like sun
   Oh would that it were mine

   Samson your hair that’s in my hands
   I’ll keep it safe you’re mine

   He said, Wait! Wait!
   Delilah my babe!

   You lied in my face!
   You cut off my hair!
   You lied in my bed!

   Samson, you stay with your ‘Lilah
   I hold you in my hands
   your hairy strength – my man

   He said, Wait! Wait!
   Delilah my babe!

   You lied in my face!
   You cut off my hair!
   You lied in my bed!

3. Joe
   Joe
   
   

   Joe, ain’t you my buddy thee
   stay with me when I fall and die
   always thought you’d come rushing in
   to clear the shit out of my eyes

   Joe ain’t you my buddy thee
   lay my enemies out in lines
   come in close and I’ll wash your feet
   with my hair I’ll mop them dry

   Joe, you be my buddy please
   in this hell and dead-lock time
   when I’m trussed in that headache tree
   cut me down with your silver knife