Current lyrics located at: https://wp.me/P18N27-2m1 Dressed to the fine nines. Head-turnin’ cat-walk style. Tongue-tied wise guys: drawn like a moth to fire. Nightingale starshine. Can’t believe she’s mine. Lookin’ divine: Anastasia. Ana! Anastasia I don’t know what to say: words won’t be enough. Ana! Anastasia you melt my heart away. From Russia with love. Sippin’ dry wine, lay on my sweet rhymes. Drink to me with thine eyes: black-Russian ambrosia. Empire waistline. Holdin’ her head high. Come read my dirty mind: Anastasia. Ana! Anastasia you melt my heart away. I’ll never give you up! Ana! Anastasia you take my breath away. From Russia with love. Broke the ice, I won’t bite, Siberian tigers don’t change their stripes. Don’t think twice, hold me tight: Anastasia. Blushin’ bride, by my side, green-blue eyes, dressed in white. Love at first sight: Mr. Right ‘n’ Anastasia. Anastasia! (Anastasia's parlando to be in Russian) I can’t get you out of my mind, dream about you every night. I see you everywhere I go, hear your voice in my head. Forever yours, Anastasia. SOLO Ana! Anastasia you cannot fail to please. (I’)m not good enough! Ana! Anastasia enigma wrapped up in intrigue ‘n’ this could be love! Ana! Anastasia you melt my heart away. I’ll never give you up! Ana! Anastasia kissin’ my life away! From Russia with love. ©21.5.2020 Andrew Robert Chapman

Current lyrics located at: https://wp.me/P18N27-Ju Lonesome saloon, it’s high noon for some straight-shootin’ guys. She’s got a price on her head an’ every man knows why. [Yeehaa] Wham-bang! Thank you ma’am! Blink-of-a-glintin’ eye she’s ridin’ bare-back: hips grindin’ cowgirl style. Hired hands ‘n’ hired guns to my left and right. I’m the last man standing flashing more than a smile. She’s got her 44s out, that’s one helluva sight! I’m the last man standing where’s she been all my life? We’re goin’ great guns, both fannin’ the fire. I’m the last man standing she’s every man’s desire. Nothin’ lasts forever, but you can bet your life: that I’m the last man standing. Want her head or I’ll die. Cross ‘er palm with silver tongue, she’ll melt y’heart for a dime. Head over heels in debt I’m lookin’ for a free ride. All ma blood, sweat ‘n’ tears, already paid a high price, can’t live on "bread alone" so put the champagne on ice. Hired hands ‘n’ hired guns to my left and right. I’m the last man standing flashing more than a smile. She’s got her 44s out, that’s a helluva sight! I’m the last man standing where’s she been all my life? We’re goin’ great guns, both know it’s show time! I’m the last man standing she’ll be mine all night. Nothin’ lasts forever, nothin’s ever sure-fire, ‘cept I’m the last man standing. Well I’d just ridden in from outta town ‘n’ she was lookin’ for a place to get her head down. ‘cos there were shots all round in the Last Chance Saloon ‘n’ she flashed me a smile so I asked for a room. I’d gotta fistful of dollars. I’d gotta wicked whip hand. For a few dollars more she said she’d take it like a man. Y’understand? Aow SOLO I ain’t firin’ blanks! I call the shots, G marks her spot, helpless her hands are tied. A white pearl necklace smile ‘n’ dollars in her eyes. Cock suckin’ whore, she wants more, but that ain’t no surprise. We’re gonna: eat, drink and ball – maybe tomorrow we’ll die. Hired hands ‘n’ hired guns to my left and right. I’m the last man standing flashing more than a smile. She’s got her 44s out, that’s one helluva sight! I’m the last man standing where’s she been all my life? We’re goin’ great guns, shootin’ stars in the sky! I’m the last man standing it’s like the fourth of July! Nothin’ lasts forever, although God knows I try, I am the last man standing. So lady: Ride for your life! Hahahaha. ©18.12.2012 Andrew Robert Chapman

Choooo Whoooo! “Inter-restin’ times!”, (we’re) watchin’ hist’ry rhyme. Wrong side of the tracks, seekin’ “Just the facts (ma’am)”. Driver Bob can’t wait, tappin’ his footplate. Bought a golden ticket, (hmmm), hurry or you’ll miss it: All aboard the crazy train! Full steam ahead when the signals change. All aboard the crazy train. I may be mad but I ain’t insane! Ridin’ the: crazy train! Mind the gap an’ don’t pull my/no chain, take a seat ‘n’ give a farewell wave. (wooHoo) We’re on the crazy train! Made/Had to choose a side, we’re onna one way ride, breakthru our broken-dreams, see thru the smoke an’ steam. It’s either slave or jail, they say we’re off the rails! Pulled out all the stops, yeah, there’s no getting off. Once aboard the crazy train! Switch the points and let the old girl rip. All aboard the crazy train. Say “Bye-bye” dictatorship! Ridin’ the: crazy train! Clickety-clack down the railroad track, runaway train there’s no lookin’ back! (wooHoo) We’re on the crazy train! Ridin’ a Loco(motive) express SOLO All aboard the Crazy Train! All aboard the Crazy Train. Ridin’ the: Crazy Train! Grab yer bags, leave your ball-n-chain, mind your step an’ hope ya come again! (wooHoo) we rode on/jump off/alight the Crazy Train. ©19.10.2020 Andrew Robert Chapman

Calm before the perfect storm. Caught in a riptide: terrified, petrified. Closer. Closer. Chaos draws near. Anger. Disaster. It’s time for some answers: Riddle me: who pulls the strings of the puppeteer? Riddle me: gorgin’ fat on your angst and fear. Riddle me: who gets the coin from these endless wars? Riddle me: invade the world but neglect home shores! Riddle me: kill, maim an’ murder to save one life? Riddle me: hate is good when it’s coloured white. Riddle me: is this God’s plan? ‘cos it ain’t divine! Ooooooo. Riddle mee ……. mmmh mmmh Ooooooo. Riddle mee … ee … E(e)vil creeps in the(e) regime. Muzzled opinion. Division, subversion. Hopin’. Wishin’. A cure for this cancer. Askin’. Prayin’. It’s time for some answers: Riddle me: printin’ money equals untold wealth? Riddle me: gazillionaires care about our health? Riddle me: ev’ry day black kids starve ‘n’ die! Riddle me: don’t see a Shekel, I wonder why!? Riddle me: politicians cry “Democracy!” Riddle me: one law for them, one for thee. Riddle me: ain’t no free speech an’ no “Plan B”! Riddle me. SOLO/BRIDGE {whistlin’ past the graveyard!} Riddle me: philanthropists hoardin’ untaxed gains. Riddle me: chosen ones ridin’ a gravy train. Riddle me: chattel slavin’ for crumbs each day, Riddle me: worked to death-diggin’ our early graves. Riddle me: “the dream” is yours if you close your eyes. Riddle me: fast asleep – lied to all your lives. Riddle me: another day in fuckin’ paradise! Riddle me. Closer. Closer. It’s time for some action. ©16.6.2020 Andrew Robert Chapman

She flew into my life, like a bird of Paradise. She possessed my body and soul, went for broke, but made me whole. She blew me right off my feet, like a ton of dynamite. But now I’ve got to start over again and it’s driving me insane! How did I manage to lose my girl/love THIS TIME? What did I do? What did I say? And does it matter? Does it matter anyway? ‘cos my luck’s not gonna change – THIS TIME. not gonna change – THIS LIFE. Nothin’s gonna change. She stole from me my heart, like a classic work of art. She took my breath away, like a cat a sleepin’ babe’s. She’s always in all my dreams, like she’s there, is what it seems. Right CHORUS SOLO She filled my heart with joy, like a child playing with a toy. She gave soul to my life, when she left me she took my smile. She’s the one whom I still miss, like a face starved of her kiss. And I’ve got to start anew again and it’s driving me insane! How did I manage to lose my girl THIS TIME? What did I do? What did I say? And does it matter? Does it matter anyway? What did I do? What did I say? And does it matter? Does it matter? ‘cos nothin’s gonna change! ©16.4.2012 Andrew Robert Chapman

Smile – like a supanova. Hair – a golden waterfall. – – a petite blonde newcomer, – – an’ she’s me high tall. No plain Jane, girlish frame. What’s your sign? What’s your name? Hypnotised I hear Karoline – yeah you look so pretty. Karoline – oh you look so fine. Karoline – lemme hold your hand my Sweet Karoline. Eyes – of the bluest topaz. Grace – like a future Queen. – – I was a roguish toerag. – – she’s my childhood dream. Our first break, love/heartache, we steal away I feel her shake. No one’s here, we’re alone. Whistle blow! We should go. Kiss me quick, no one will know. She closed her e-y-y-y-y-es. CHORUS SOLO Skin – like a baby’s bottom. Thrill – when she looked my way. – – many a lovelife lesson, – on a school’s out day. Kiss me quick: a little peck. No one’s here: behind the shed. Look in her eyes and sing Karoline – yeah you look so pretty. Karoline – oh you look so fine. Karoline – lemme hold your hand my Sweet Karoline. Karoline – yeah you look so pretty. Karoline – oh you look so fine. Karoline – I’m gonna take your hand my Karoline – shame we-were only nine. ©21.5.2020 Andrew Robert Chapman

Poured out my heart to a lady of the night. She said “Come with me, baby – I’ll put things right” I said “Listen honey, I ain’t nobody’s fool!” I didn’t know that she’d pinch my family jewels. Ballbreaker! 6’2″ Dominatrix. Got/Put your life/pride in her hands. Ballbreaker! That’s how she gets her kicks. Take it like a man! If you can … Oh she’s a wreckin’ ball! Clock that – girl at work, lookin’ – coy ‘n’ shy? Well she ain’t so innocent ‘n’ – I’ll tell ya why. Each ‘n’ every evening strips off her business suit revealin’ sexy black suspenders ‘n’ thigh-length leather boots. Oh! Ballbreaker! Mistress Dominatrix. She’s the office prick tease. Puuhleese. Ballbreaker! She knows all the dirty tricks. Make you feel the squeeze. Ow! You can feel her – stiletto heels. Walkin’ all – over you. You might cry, ‘n’ you might scream. Close your eyes and count to three. Now feel her C.B.T! SOLO Drop dead – pretty widow dressed in black at the wake? Well he was husband number three and she’s dancin’ on his grave! You’d better turn ‘n’ run, when you hear that siren’s call. She knows your heart and mind will follow when she’s got you by the balls. Ballbreaker! Mistress Dominatrix. Don’t you step outta line! Ballbreaker! High-heels and horse-whipped within an inch of your life. Ow! Ballbreaker! She’s into C.B.T. Ballbreaker! She’ll break you in for free. Ballbreaker! Pussy-whippin’ misery. Ballbreaker! I hear she’s … I hear she’s gotta crush on me. Owww! It ain’t nothin’ that a bit of spit ‘n’ polish won’t cure. ©31.7.2014 Andrew Robert Chapman

Dreamin’ away my lifeline in a lie, in a strange time when I saw bright rainbow colours with my eye, in my mind. Kaleidoscope of forlorn hope, spin me ’round an’ let me go, pick me up down willow oak: there flies my hummingbird. Sage rhymes of street-wise poets, ring out loud, to the crowd. Paintin’ pictures with their words, with their notes an’ their sounds. Of peace an’ love, pure white doves, flowers spikin’ warfare’s guns. There’s enough world for everyone … Oooh. Hum, hum. Hum, hum. My hummingbird. Hum, hum. Hum, hum. My hummingbird. Hum, hum. Hum, hum. My hummingbird. Hum, hum. My hummingbird don’t say a word. Endless circles in the sands of time boxed in under the stars. Plied with lies, incessant lies, till we’ve betrayed whom we are. Stand alone. Dare to fight. Hold the line! For what’s right. Hoping for a brave white knight: our voices never heard. Rebellious lights are doused, one by one, in the night. There’s no heros left to rally ’round, to lead our valiant fight. Poet’s rhymes: now mind-crimes. Wayward thoughts: wicked fines. The sad story of our times … CHORUS Feather-light, my tiny sprite, hoverin’ around. Hum for me my little hummin’bird. Beat her wings, an’ softly sings, a gentle lulla-sound. Comfort me my little hummin’bird. CHORUS ©21.5.2020 Andrew Robert Chapman

Once upon a sad, love story, many moons ago. Comin’ on like a summer storm, puttin’ on a great show. Whispered words so soft, mmm, but she was a squealer! Ow! I couldn’t catch my breath, I never thought to leave her. She carved her name in my heart, pierced deep, so I’d bleed her! I feel the pain, to this day, the cut runs deep, her wounds won’t heal. Heartbreaker! Heartbreaker! She’s in my head, each night I scream out: Heartbreaker! Heartbreaker! She’s made my life a living hell. Heartbreaker! Heartbreaker! Etched in ink I see, I feel her! Heartbreaker! Heartbreaker! What’s it take to break that witch’s spell? She said “You only live once, baby, so let’s get it on now! Yeah. Let’s use this moment before it’s gone.” Ow! She had the finest body. Mmmm! She’d make a gay-boy bi! She’d purr like a kitty, purrrr; then she’d scratch and bite. PRE-CHORUS CHORUS SOLO She was quick and dirty, sharp as a razor. Swiftly cut you down or beg you haze her. Innocent eye candy wrapp’ ’round a high-class whore. You know she’s gonna leave you, like me: Begging her for more. PRE-CHORUS Heartbreaker! Heartbreaker! I can’t sleep, I hardly eat. Heartbreaker! Heartbreaker! I’m still in misery! Heartbreaker! Heartbreaker! Left me alone, there’s not a hope Heartbreaker! Heartbreaker! (that) she’ll come back to me. Why did she leave (me)? Yeah, jus’ come back to me. ©3.5.2014 Andrew Robert Chapman

Bunga bunga! Poor cheap Ruby is a little gem, she knows di-a-monds are a girl’s best friend. Old, good, bad or ugly – strikes while the iron’s hot! Steals (steels) the key to his heart the big money shot. She don’t min(e)d, when she hits pay dirt. She does what it takes – she’s a gold-digger. [Ho. Hi-ho. Hi-ho. Hi-ho-o-o] Golden smile. Golden hair. She’s no Snow White. She’s a gold-digger. Half-dead or-ugly, she don’t care. She’ll scratch your itch. Yeah she’s a gold-digger. Stole the limelight, watch her break the ice. Coilin’ soft boa thighs, battin’ honey-trap eyes. Silky-smooth she whispers ooooh she don’t cost much. Ounze-for-ounze her flesh craving a Midas-touch. Filthy lucre, work’s a dirty word. Make no mistake – she’s a gold-digger. Golden smile. Golden hair. She’s no Snow White. She’s a gold-digger. Oh so “precious”, oh so “rare”. Don’t seek true love, ‘cos she’s a gold-digger. SOLO She’s got you by the nuggets. All that g(a)l-litters, isn’t gold. What’s spar-kling now, too soon grows old. It’s-a fool’s gold rush, don’t stake a claim! You’ll wind up jerkin’ your own golden chain. No dough, no bread? No family silver. Let them eat cake! She’s a gold-digger. Golden handcuffs. Graces and airs. She’ll bleed you white. She’s a gold-digger. {fade} Golden showers. Billionaires beware. It’s not your vault (hehe). She’s a gold-digger. ©20.8.2013 Andrew Robert Chapman

Tears welled-up in blue eyes are betrayin’ unspoken pain. Our last time here together, things will never be the same. So let me. Hold you in my arms. Exhausted to your soul, but stay with me, (please) don’t sleep, or think about the future, just fond memories. We breathe gently. Softly, hold you in my arms. Too fast ticks away the time and I’ve still so much to say. Sorrow chokin’ back my words, and you drift slowly away. Sobbing I hold you in my arms. You’re leaving on a journey, but I can’t come along. Your hurt, pain and suffering will soon be all gone. You’re leaving me alone and it all seems so wrong. I’m fighting back the tears, fighting to be strong. Your wide and frightened eyes: seeking comfort I can’t provide. I’m so: Paralysed. Traumatised. Wretched and distressed! Helplessly I’m looking on, but not ready for this yet! Stop all the clocks and silence the bustle of the throng. Curse the heartless Gods, for they’ve taken my lifesong. Heartbroken: I hold you in my arms. SOLO/BREAK (Please, please don’t leave me.) Tenderly hold you. (Please, please don’t leave me.) Let me hold you. (Please, please don’t leave me.) Tenderly hold you. (Please don’t) Just let me … (Don’t go. Don’t leave me. Down on my knees and pleading.) [Hold. You. In. My. Arms.] Hold-you-in-my-arms. (Don’t go. Don’t leave me. Down on my knees and pleading.) [Hold you in my arms.] Hold you in my arms. (Don’t go. Don’t leave me. Down on my knees and pleading.) [Hold you in my arms.] Hold you in my arms. (Don’t go. Don’t leave me. Down on my knees and pleading.) [Hold you in my arms.] Hold you in my arms. With tears streaming down my face, the whole of my heart and soul aches! My sobbing body shakes. But deep, deep down I know. I’m gonna have to let you go. I won’t ever hold you in my arms, again, my love. ©16.3.2012 Andrew Robert Chapman