Grew up on the small-town streets of Dargaville, Where people say there ain't really much to do, except Get yourself pregnant and go on the dole Smoke a bag of kumara, tag the skateboard bowl Hit the beach surfing 'stead of going to school Binge-drinking later with your friends and bros Then go to next door's wash-line & steal all their clothes. Still things aren't really that bad, I suppose... Because there ain't no traffic lights in Dargaville There ain't no traffic lights. Outside the Northern Wairoa, Some pussy-bitch-homies king-hit my brother KO'd on the ground, kicked in his teeth And if I ever catch them out, they'll rest in 'piece'. Always keep an eye on your childhood foes, Still things aren't really all that bad, I suppose... Because there ain't no traffic lights in Dargaville There ain't no traffic lights. My high school produced a few MPs, & a cricketer who got busted smoking weed. They never found who grew that dope in the hort' patch, or whoever scrawled Ninja all across them desks. I grew up, interviewed & wrote something negative, & the Mayor's teacher-mum wondered if it was something she did. But when all been done & all been said I can never have any regrets: It's not where you're going, but where it is you're from. Not what you're doing, but what it is you've done. And a small town forces you to use your brain when you're bored by the lack of entertainment. And if you get pulled over going wrong down a one way street The cops'll let you off, 'cos they know that where you live... Ain't even got traffic lights in Dargaville, There ain't no traffic lights. There ain't no traffic lights, There ain't no traffic light. There ain't really a hell of a lot to do in Dargaville, but there ain't no traffic lights in Dargaville. There ain't no traffic lights in Dargaville There ain't no traffic lights. ------------------------- Lyrics, vocals, guitar, beats: D-Man Harmonica: Harmonica Dude Bass: Bassman Blair Keys: G-hard

A Cowboy With No Cows To Feed. Intro: B B E B. B Woke up on a Sunday, hoping maybe Monday E B would be fair. B E B Got up, got dressed and grabbed my best cowboy hat. F# E B It had seen a lot of summers. F# E B It had seen a lot of rain. B E B The bank, it took my herd and it took my two hundred acres. B E B And it took my home and the horse I'd rode for ages. F# E B But you took my heart from me, F# E B So they couldn't take everything. G#m E B F# F#7 F# F#7 And raising a three-child-family sounds like success to me. Yeah. G#m And being together through whatever weather E B F# Sounds like love to me. B E F# And we've seen a lot of summers, B E F# And we've seen a lot of rain. Solo. (B B7 B B7 E E7 B B7 B B7 B B7 E E7 B B7 F# E B B7 B F# E B B7 B) C# Some say- they say, some say- they say, F# C# You cannot be C# F# C# A cowboy, if you ain't got no cows to feed. G# F# C# But I still have my cowboy hat. G# F# C# F# C# And I'm glad that I still have you. G# F# C# F# C# And I'm glad that I still have you. G# And I'm glad F# That I C# F# C# Still have you…. --------------- D-Man: Lyrics, vocal, guitars, bass. G-Hard: Keys.

33 Kms to Whangarei. Hey, Mr. Stop-Go Man, why are you stopping me from going? I've gotta get gone, got to get gone to my baby. She lives on a farm, a half a mile from Kamo She's got the sweetest arms a boy in love could want. When she was young she won a beauty contest But now there's no contesting that the real winner is me. It's 33 ks to Whangarei Just 33 ks to Whangarei So road work man get out of my way I've gotta get through to my baby. I've been driving all day trying to make my way back to her Got a ticket and a puncture passing through Rotorua. And now I'm almost there, I can nearly hear her saying: "Hey there lover, how long will you be staying?" And I've got plans, to pack up my bags and join her And I intend to ask for her hand in the future. It's 33 ks to Whangarei Just 33 ks to Whangarei So road work man get out of my way I've gotta get through to my baby. Life's a highway and I'm behind a stock truck. It's the worst kind of luck. So hey, Mr Stop-Go Man why are you stopping me from going? I've gotta get gone, got to get gone to my baby. She lives on a farm, a half a mile from Kamo She's got the sweetest arms a boy in love could want. It's 33 ks to Whangarei Just 33 ks to Whangarei I'm almost there, I can't be late So come on man, get out of my way... ----------- D-Man: Words, lead vocal, guitars, beats Harmonica Dude: Harmonica, backing vocals, whistle. Bassman Blair: Bass G-Hard: Keys

I awoke and drove to Auckland cos Steve said it would be awesome Going to Auckland I’m going to Auckland Gonna find a girlfriend It’s gonna be awesome Hope she’s pretty Hope she digs me Going to Auckland I’m going to Auckland. Gonna find a girlfriend I'm gonna find a girlfriend I'm going to Auckland It’s gonna be awesome Been so lonely No one to hold me Going to Auckland, I’m going to Auckland. Sometimes Cupid comes back for the lonely Or so that’s what my friends told me Going to Auckland I’m going to Auckland Gonna find a girlfriend It’s gonna be awesome Hope she’s into Small town dreamers Going to Auckland I’m going to Auckland. Sometimes Cupid comes back for the lonely, and she came back... she came back for me. ---------------- D-Man: Lyrics, vocal, guitar, bass G-Hard: Keys

There's ninjas crawling over Auckland There's ninjas crawling all over Auckland They tried to hide, but the policemen caught them, But they got let off with a warning. There's ninjas crawling over Auckland. There's ninjas crawling all over Auckland. They've got swords! They've got throwing stars. They got knives! And nunchuckas. They wear masks, when they go out at night, They think they can, but they can't really fight. There's ninjas crawling over Auckland There's ninjas crawling all over Auckland They got their moves straight out of the comics Though that's not what the teacher taught us. They've got swords They got throwing stars They got knives And nunchuckas They get beat up by teenage gangs. They're an embarrassment to the other clans. To the Sensei, To the Sensei, Bow. Bow. To the Sensei, To the Sensei, Bow. Bow. Oh…….Oh…Ow……..Ow……… Your dirty tricks can't save you now! [Solo] 先生に礼 So, yo what's up, my ninjers? You got messy black ink on your fingers. You got strip-searched for your adventures, It's old news, but the laughter lingers. They've got sores They're seeing stars. They got drunk and kicked out of bars. They got caught playing a stupid game. They wear masks now to hide their shame. There's ninjas crawling over Auckland (GOOD GOD!) There's ninja's crawling all over Auckland… They tried to hide, but the policemen caught them, But they got let off with a warning. --------------- D-Man: Lyrics, lead vocal, guitar, bass, beats G-Hard: Keys, backing vocal.

(SEEMS LIKE) IT ALWAYS RAINS ON HOLIDAY. Seems like it always rains on holiday. Seems like it always rains on holiday... But when you get back to work you know it's gonna turn out that the sun is shining again. The least it could do is match our moods with a little more rain. Seems like it always rains on holiday... The finest days of your days will be spent behind a desk. Sometimes I think we all must be Sick inside our heads. Seems like it always rains on holiday... But when you get back to work you know it's gonna work out that the weather is fair. I don't think that that is very fair. Seems like it always rains on holiday. Seems like it always rains on... ------------- D-Man: Lyrics, lead vocal, guitar, beats. G-Hard: keyboards, backing vocals. Bassman Blair: Bass.

We got Tickets for free, so we wouldn't'a lost anything had we not gone out, it was raining hard on the streets that night. (That night...) The money we saved Was spent on alcohol, though the rains came and Watered it all down. We were… Dancing in the street, we were Dancing in the rain Dancing beneath the sheets, we were Loving like back when it all began- So many years go by, I Never though that I would be Surprised by how much I keep on learning about you and me, and you Keep me turned on, and you Keep me smiling, and Even those times you drove me the wrong kind of wild I didn't really mind And we were… Dancing in the street, we were Dancing in the rain, we were Dancing beneath the sheets, we were Loving like back when it all began. The vows we made Never made me wish for less Though it also rained that day Still felt like I was blessed. (I was blessed.) Our guests got wet And our hair got a little messed up And then your dad stood up and said Even love has its stormy weather So you've got to save For days like these You've got to work hard at staying together these days. You've got to… Skip between the rain drops You've got to love until your heart stops You've got to dance like the music will never end And we were… On the main street in Waihi Beach, when we Could'a stayed dry inside, we were Wet, but the band kept us dancing and I Felt warm by your side, and then We were dancing, And then... Dancing... -------- D-Man: Vox, Guitar, Lyrics G-Hard: Keys Bassman Blair: Bass

Got me a bottle I'm gonna drink till it's gone. Got me a bottle I've been drinking all night long. Got me a bottle I'm gonna drink till I'm gone Got me a bottle Since you've been gone. Oh. All those mountains I climbed and the ice I defied and the sky that flew by when those others died: It means nothing If I can’t be with you. Yeah. Oh the summit is small But I was never alone Cos I knew when I got home You’d be there to hold me But there’s nothing Cos you’re not here with me. Yeah. Some times the price is too high. So you find yourself a bottle And you climb inside Oh. Got me a bottle I'm gonna drink till it's gone. Got me a bottle I been drinking all night long. Got me a bottle I'm gonna drink till I'm gone Got me a bottle Since you've been gone. Some times the price is too high When you wait to greet your wife and child And they fall From the sky... ---------------- Bassman Blair: bass, D-Man: guitar, vocals, beats, lyrics, G-Hard: keys, backing vocal, bell, didgeridoo Harmonica Dude: harmonica

Clayton (Everybody hates him) It Shocked the nation It shocked the nation It shocked the nation It shocked the nation Wanna kill Clayton Wanna kill Clayton Wanna kill Clayton Wanna kill Clayton It shocked the nation It shocked the nation It shocked the nation It shocked the nation Wanna kill Clayton Wanna kill Clayton Wanna kill Clayton Weatherston. Stabby-stab him Stabby-stab him Stabby-stab him Stabby-stab him Wanna do a crime, wanna go inside So I can stab Clayton Weatherston 31 times Then a hundred more, Then a hundred more So he endures what she endured Wanna kill Clayton Wanna kill Clayton Wanna kill Clayton Wanna kill Clayton Kill Clayton Wanna kill Clayton Wanna kill Clayton Weatherston. Stabby-stab him Stabby-stab him Stabby-stab him Stabby-stab him My best friend Clayton wants to change his name to Something that doesn't make people wanna hate him He'd go with Clay, but that sounds gay So instead he's gonna go with Bob or Graham He wants to kill Clayton Wants to kill Clayton Wants to kill Clayton Wants to kill Clayton Kill Clayton Wants to kill Clayton Wants to kill Clayton Weatherston. Stabby-stab him Stabby-stab him Stabby-stab him Stabby-stab him. (Meanwhile a madman laments his terms of imprisonment...) "Sophie, Why you gotta be so mean? Why you gotta be so mean? Why you gotta be so mean? Why you gotta be so..." (Kill Clayton!) Stabby-stab him Stabby-stab him Stabby-stab him Stabby-stab him. ---------------- D-Man: Words, lead vocal, guitar, beats G-Hard: Keys, backing vocals Bassman Blair: Bass

Your Mama so fat. WhatchayouWhatchaWhatcha Think about that? But Your Nana So fine. One day I'm gonna make her mine. I'm gonna be Your granddaddy. I'm gonna be your granddaddy. Your sister too green for the likes of my needs. And Yo Mama So fat She nearly broke My back. But nothing could be grander Than the sweet loving arms of your grandma. Sweet as, sweet as, sweet as yo nana Sweet as, sweet as, sweet as yo nana Nothing is as sweet as your grandma. Your nana's got false teeth And I kinda like the way that she thinks She makes me do The kinky stuff Then cooks me cookies Afterwards. And nothing could be finer Than me and your Nan in a naughty 69er Chorus. Who's your daddy's daddy?! Who's your daddy's daddy?! Well, pretty soon, it's gonna be me. I'm gonna be Your granddaddy. And nothing could be grander. Than the experienced embrace of your grandma. Chorus ---------- D-Man: Lyrics, lead vocal, guitars, bass, beats, cowbell. G-Hard: Keys, backing vocals.

Some day I'm gonna get my jacket back, Feel the grin on my skin and the wind around my neck. Go riding down the roads of memory, I've got the licence, I can leave anytime I please. Out past where the state highways crash, Lies a valley of stories and ghosts from my past. I've got the licence I can leave anytime I please, Become a tourist in my own memories. (Some day). ------------- Bassman Blair: Bass D-Man: Lyrics, guitar, lead vocal. G-Hard: Keys, mouth drum, didgeridoo, backing vocals.