Fame
A broken backed beggar
You beg in the street
And all of your money
Small change at your feet
Small change at your feet
Small change at your feet
And now on a marble
Slab you do lie
Users abusers
Crocodile tears cry
Crocodile tears cry
Crocodile tears cry
This life that you lived
Was a stupid game
Of money power
Greed and fame
Greed and fame
Greed and fame
So now on a marble
Slab you do lie
The music you’ve left
No money could buy
No money could buy
No money could buy
The music you left
No money could buy
Life's a bitch
Six sons dead four sluts to feed
Sell those bitches for my needs
Life’s a bitch
Life’s a bitch
A man works a man gets paid
Those four on their backs they lay
Life’s a bitch
Life’s a bitch
Well men are big men are strong
They carry you when your legs have gone
Life’s a bitch
Life’s a bitch
Life’s a bitch
Life’s a bitch
Those sluts have got me in their paws
Those sluts have got me those four whores
Life’s a bitch
Life’s a bitch
It’s a b.i.t.c.h. bitch
It’s a bitch
And if those bitches don’t earn no pay
I’ll send those bitches far away
Life’s a …
Yeah life is a …
Oh it’s a …
Oh it’s a …
It’s a bitch
Mozart's in Mannheim
Workin’ in a little bar
People are all pissed
Half the girls he fancies
The other half he’s kissed
Mozart’s in Mannheim
Mozart’s in Mannheim
People are all shouting
Oh there could be a fight
He’s playing in a different bar
Every single night
Mozart’s in Mannheim
Mozart’s in Mannheim
You almost made it
Now you’re down on your luck
Well when you’ve had a few drinks
You don’t give a fuck
Mozart’s in Mannheim
Mozart’s in Mannheim
Mozart’s in Mannheim
Mozart’s in Mannheim
Started the piano
At an early age
One day pretty soon
You’ll be all the rage
Mozart’s in Mannheim
Mozart’s in Mannheim
Mozart’s in Mannheim …
Love for sale
Can I sell you
Love for sale
Can I sell you
Love for sale
Got the looks you got the style
You got the walk you got the smile
You got the legs you got the hips
You got the breasts you got the lips
Can I sell you
Love for sale
Can I sell you
Love for sale
You’re so nice you’re so sweet
Without me the future’s bleak
So let me use you for a while
Charm you with my sickly smile
Can I sell you
Love for sale
Can I sell you
Love for sale
We got a good price
And if we act real nice
We can even pretend
That it’s not vice
Can I sell you
Love for sale
Can I sell you
Love for sale
Can I sell you
Love for sale
Can I sell you
Young love for sale
Young love for sale
Young love for sale
Young love for sale
Young love for sale
Abort the child
A little old lady waits down the alley
To take that child away
Her knitting needles between your thighs
Will kill that baby today
Abort the child
Abort the child
If only you wore a ring my dear
Then it wouldn’t have to die
For if the Church approved your lust
You wouldn’t have to cry
Abort the child
Come on abort that child
Well your child would not be legitimate
That would be a disgrace
The Church does not approve
So you must save face
Abort the child
Come on abort that child
The little old lady makes quite a good living
Let’s hope her needles are clean
It’s a risk to your life
But at least your reputation will be clean
Abort the child
Come on abort that child
Well you can’t afford to keep it my dear
So baby it’s bye bye bye
Because the Church does not approve
Your baby it must die
Come on abort the child
Abort the child
Abort the child
Come on abort the child
Abort the child
Abort the child
Baby bye bye
Bye bye
Just another loser
Just another loser
Just another loser
Just another
Just another loser
You’re just another loser
You’re just another
You always tried
You always failed
Just another dream
That went off the rails
Just another loser
Just another loser
You’re just another
Just another loser
You’re just another loser
Yeah you’re just another
Just another nice guy
Trampled in the shit
Just another nice guy
Your face rubbed in it
Just another loser
Just another loser
You’re just another
Yeah just another loser
Just another loser
Just another
Animals will cut your throat
And upon your corpse
Each one will gloat
Just another loser
Just another loser
Just another
Yeah just another loser
Just another loser
Just another
It’s one small thing
I forgot to say
It doesn’t really matter
Matter anyway
Just another loser
Just another loser
Just another
Just another
Just another loser
Just another loser
Just another
Just another loser
Just another loser
Just another
Yeah just another loser
Just another loser
Just another
Father's Song
My son this news is quite a shock
I’m told you’ve done a runner
I suppose it’s all the same to you
If your family goes under
Oh father dearest father
Vienna called to me
And all in all I’d rather
Be here than in the bishopry
Oh father …
So now you do betray me
The father that you love
Well may you be forgiven
By a God above
So you left your job in Salzburg
Not content to run a choir
Not content with an honest buck
To see your heart’s desire
Oh father dearest father
Now I play to the Kaiser
And since I’ve moved to the capital
I’m wealthy and I’m wiser
Oh father father …
So you do betray me
The father that you love
Well may you be forgiven
By a God above
And if that was not enough
To cause your father’s heart to break
Well now I hear you’ve set up house
With that nest of Weber snakes
Oh father dearest father
How my loins do yearn
And St.Paul tells us it’s better
That we marry than we burn
So father …
So now you do betray me
The father that you love
Well may you be forgiven
By a God above
Oh father
Amen
Never marry a man
Don’t
I said don’t
Marry a man
Don’t marry a man
Don’t marry a man
Well don’t marry a man with a big cock
Don’t marry a man who might make you rock
Don’t marry a man who’s well endowed
Don’t marry a man who makes you go bow-wow
‘Cos if he makes your thighs burn
You can bet your life no money he’ll earn
Never marry a man who makes you feel nice
Never marry a man who does you splice
Never marry a man never marry a man
Never marry a man who makes you cum
Never marry a man who sticks it up your bum
Never marry a man never marry a man
But if he’s got a nice job
He can even be even be a yob
And if he seems charm to lack
You can even have affairs behind his back
Well when I was a young girl
My thighs they used to burn
But now I am an old girl
It’s money I do yearn
So don’t marry a man
Don’t marry a man
Don’t marry a man
Don’t marry a man
Ooh don’t marry a man
Don’t marry a man
Don’t marry a man
Don’t marry a man
Screw You
Well you know men they’re all swines
They’ll fill you up with red wine
They’ll use and abuse you
All they want is to screw
Screw you
Screw you
Screw you
Screw you
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
But come on sister don’t despair
Revenge revenge revenge is here
Just keep ‘em waiting in a queue
Then they’ll all want to screw you
Screw you
Screw you
Screw you
Screw you
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
Then when you let each one in
They can pay before you begin
Make sure the swine pay a high price
You should use it use his vice
Screw you
Screw you
Screw you
Screw you
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
Screw you
Screw you
Screw you
Screw you
Screw you
Screw you
Screw you
And you
I’ll screw you
And I’ll screw you
I’ll screw you and you
And you and you and you
I’ll screw you
I’ll screw you and you
And you and you and you
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
I’ll screw you
Lending Song
My dearest brother and friend
Your friendship I’ll have ‘til the end
Embolden me to ask a great favour of you
Forty florins I’m aware I still owe you
But alas make me so bold as to pray
You’ll lend me more money today
The lending song
The lending song
Dearest most beloved friend
God I’m in a predicament
I wouldn’t my worst I wouldn’t my worst
Worst enemy lend
If you my dearest friend
Now abandon me
Then my poor sick wife and child
Are all lost at sea
So could you perhaps lend me
Six hundred florins in money
I’ll remain your obedient servant
And be so friendly
Lending Song
Lending Song
My most cherished friend
And dearest brother
A thousand or two thousand florins
Could you cover
For a year or two or
Maybe for another
You’ll be rendering me an incomparable
Service brother
Lending song
Lending song
Money money money …
The merry birdcatcher
The merry birdcatcher am I
And tra-la-la is what I cry
The merry birdcatcher famed
By young and old I’m named
I know how to use a lure
I can whistle high and pure
That’s why I’m so full of glee
All these birds belong to me
The merry birdcatcher am I
And tra-la-la is what I cry
The merry birdcatcher famed
By young and old I’m named
My theatre is completely packed
The audience cheer
Through all the acts
That’s why I’m so full of glee
All these florins belong to me
Belong to me
Belong to me
The merry birdcatcher am I
And tra-la-la is what I cry
The merry birdcatcher famed
By young and old I’m named
My theatre is completely packed
The audience cheer
Through all of the acts
That’s why I’m so full of glee
All these florins belong to me
Belong to me
Belong to me
Belong to me
Belong to me
Belong to me
Belong to me
Death Song
I can’t turn my eyes
I wish I could lie
From the man the unknown man
He’s always before me
Waiting impatiently
Death song
Continue to work ‘cos composing
Is less stressful than resting
I’ve nothing to fear from anyone
I sense that my death has come
Death song
Death song
My work is now dying
This life’s been trying
Now I’m free of my destiny
I’m free
Free to sing
Death song
Death song
Death song
Murdered Mozart
Well murdered Mozart murdered Mozart
Well murdered Mozart murdered Mozart
Well when you got that much talent
You shouldn’t expect to live
You make them all look stupid
And they cannot forgive
Yeah murdered Mozart murdered Mozart
Oh yes you’re murdered Mozart murdered Mozart
And of course you’re smart arsed
You always take the piss
So if you meet a psychopath
Then you’re top of the list
Murdered Mozart murdered Mozart bitch
Murdered Mozart murdered Mozart bitch
Murdered Mozart murdered Mozart bitch
Murdered Mozart murdered Mozart
You’ve got so much talent
Your rivals think it unfair
And so they want to spit on you
And pull out all your hair
Murdered Mozart murdered Mozart bitch
Murdered Mozart murdered Mozart bitch
Murdered Mozart murdered Mozart bitch
Murdered Mozart murdered Mozart bitch
Nothin'
What does it mean
Nothing
What does it mean
Nothing
You play to kings
You play to queens
What does it mean
Nothing
And when you bow
They do cheer
Oh you’re the best
They’ve had in years
For your future
The gold is paved
I see your future
I see your grave
And so today
You play to kings
Next year
In the street you’ll sing
And so this year
You’re all the rage
Look around
Act your age
What does it mean
Nothing
What does it mean
Nothing
What does it mean
Nothing
What does it mean
Nothing
With all the cheers
And the applause
You’re worth as much
As a street whore
What does it mean
Nothing
What does it mean
Nothing
What does it mean
Nothing
What does it mean
Nothing
It means nothing
The story is that of the WEBERISCHEN – the Weber women, Mozart´s wife Constanze Weber, her mother, and her three sisters. Five strong women meet musically with the Tiger Lillies and the orchestra of the VEREINIGTE BÜHNEN WIEN.
Credits:
Martyn Jacques - Accordion, Piano, Ukulele, Guitar, Vocals
Adrian Huge - Drums, vocals
Adrian Stout - Bass, Singing saw, vocals
Orchestra of the VEREINIGTE BÜHNEN WIEN
Conducted, arranged and orchestrated by Christian Kolonovits
Produced by Christian Kolonovits and the Tiger Lillies
Recorded and mixed by Kurt Richer at Homebase recording studio, Vienna.
All songs by M Jacques
