Here's a rough stab at "Whatever Happened to Paul?"
Once upon a time they all went in line
Stood in line
And I saved their lives
Kiss and hug for everyone
A can of coke
A little jug
Who say it’s mine
Guitar boy shoot me down
Follow me here and follow me round
I don’t know if I can stand it or no
It’s taken back my car?
I guess you never really know’d him at all
Whatever happened to Paul
You never knew him at all
I’m a cinder burning hot
Stretch your net out when I fall (?)
Women will shot
You never knew me at all
Whatever happened to Paul?
Close my eyes in a town with a beat
Went to sleep til a quarter to three
Thought it would be one more call
The last one made me fight and say
I got up and heaved my fuckin guts out
The one that called didn’t have nothing to talk about
Now I’m movin baby this song (?)
Now I’m takin you
Down with it all
Someone somewhere needs to take it out (?)
Having a ball
You never knew him at all
Stretch out your net when I fall
I’m a cinder much too hot
What you remember I forgot
All your names, each and all
Whatever Happened to Paul?
(“I called Bobby last night to ask him if I could do that and he hung up on me so I figured it was okay …. Bobby Short that is”)
For comparison here's OD Blues, courtesy of
www.geocities.com/bobcowmen/grandpaboylyrics.htmlO.D. Blues
Up all day, looking like a wreck
Up all day, looking like a wreck
Listening to the blues
You say you’re gonna ring my neck
I close my eyes in time with the beat
I close my eyes in time with the beat
Will my little boy save me? Will he call me at a quarter to 3?
Make me fight and pull myself up
And heave my guts right out
Made me fight and pull myself up
And heave my guts out
Every scrap of food that was in there, and everything else without a shadow of a doubt
Well I lost count when I took four
I lost count but it took four calls to bring me ‘round
And the one that finally got me
Didn’t have nothing to say at all
Well, the next time I O.D., babe
I’m gonna wear a dirty shirt
Well, the next time I O..D., babe
I’m gonna wear a dirty shirt
Ain’t no sense in wrecking one of my
Fancy (
) fine shirts
Whatever happened to Paul?
I don’t know
Whatever happened to Paul
I don’t know
He fell in with bad companions
And he lived happily ever after, yo