1. |
McDonald's Girl
03:55
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McDonald’s Girl
by Dean Friedman
I am in love with the McDonald’s Girl
She has the smile of innocence oh so tender and warm.
I am in love with the McDonald’s Girl
She is an angel in a polyester uniform
I leave from softball practice every night
It’s getting dark but the golden arches light up the way.
I turn the corner at the traffic light.
I count my money and then I rehearse what I’m gonna say,
“I’d like an order of fries, a quarter pounder with cheese,
I love the light in your eyes. Will you go out with me please?”
I am in love with the McDonald’s Girl
She has the smile of innocence oh so tender and warm.
I am in love with the McDonald’s Girl
She is an angel in a polyester uniform
She is an angel in a polyester uniform.
She doesn’t try to impress anyone
She’s doesn’t act real tough like all the other girls that I know.
She don’t treat me like a simpleton.
She’s not afraid to be the only other virgin I know.
And when my hamburgers cold, I get up ready to go,
She’s only 15 years old, and I’m in love with her so…
I am in love with the McDonald’s Girl
She has the smile of innocence oh so tender and warm.
I am in love with the McDonald’s Girl
She is an angel in a polyester uniform
She is an angel in a polyester uniform.
“I’d like an order of fries, a quarter pounder with cheese,
I love the light in your eyes. Will you go out with me please?”
There she stands behind the register
Taking orders from the Saddle River Little League
If they knew how much I wanted her
Their homeroom teacher would have to send them home for a week.
And as I head for the door, the movement catches her eye,
My heart begins to soar, she smiles and waves goodbye, goodbye, goodbye.
I am in love with the McDonald’s Girl
She has the smile of innocence oh so tender and warm.
I am in love with the McDonald’s Girl
She is an angel in a polyester uniform
She is an angel in a polyester uniform.
Copyright © 1981 Dean Friedman Music (PRS)
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2. |
First Date
05:39
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First Date
by Dean Friedman
Hurry home from High School. Set the dinner table.
Straighten out the living room. Child you’re in full bloom.
Draw yourself a warm bath. Douse yourself with perfume.
Slip into some soft things. Wait until the bell rings.
First date. First date. First date…
Will he want to French kiss? Will your Daddy like him?
Will you find something to say? Will you go all the way?
Do you have your I.D.? Do you look eighteen?
Are your jeans too tight? Do you look just right?
First date. First date. First date…
By chance does he know how to dance? Will you have a good time?
Will he want to see you soon, or will he want to see you sometime ?
First date. First date. First date…
Will he have his own car? Will he drive you straight home?
Will he rock you to and fro? Will he go real slow?
Will he be wonderful? Will he be your true love?
Will you have any fun? Will he be the one?
First date. First date. First date…
copyright (c) 1981 Dean Friedman Music (PRS)
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3. |
Are You Ready Yet?
03:02
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Are You Ready Yet?
by Dean Friedman
Are you ready yet? Are you ready yet?
Is your peace of mind in a little bind?
Are your cheeks all wet?
Do you hesitate, ‘cause you’re not quite sure?
Would you like to have just a little more time before?
Are you ready yet? Is your mind made up?
Are you all prepared, just a little scared, to be all grown up?
Do you feel secure? Are you very sure?
Are you certain that you’re old enough for what’s in store?
Are you ready yet for what’s just begun?
Do you know with all your heart and soul that he’s the one?
Are you ready yet? Does he seem all right?
Are you pretty calm? Are there any qualms about tonight?
Do you feel at ease? Are you self-assured ?
Are you confident that the choice was made of your own accord?
Of your own accord?
Are you ready yet? Are you ready yet?
copyright (c) 1981 Dean Friedman Music (PRS)
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4. |
Hey Larry
04:47
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Hey Larry
by Dean Friedman
Hey Larry, can I borrow your car ?
I got a date tonight with a movie star,
She's got sexy legs and a perfect bod,
She's got such a pretty face, I swear to God,
Don't worry, it'll be all right,
We'll have a bite to eat and then we'll dance all night,
And when the sun comes up I'm gonna take her home,
And we'll kiss goodnight and I'll walk away alone,
She's not your ordinary girl,
She's much more wonderful, (She's wonderful)
I wouldn't change her for the world,
She is so extra special.
Hey Larry, you know it's just what it seems,
I thought I'd never find her but she's the girl of my dreams,
And every time I see her it's like the first time,
I get nervous and I stammer and my temperature climbs,
Gee, Larry, do you know what she said ?
She said "I always wanted someone with a lot of bread,
And then you came along and you saw right through,
And you stole my heart, so you'll just have to do,"
She's not your ordinary girl,
She's much more wonderful, (She's wonderful)
I wouldn't change her for the world,
She is so extra special.
Hey Larry, you're a real pal,
I don't know how I'll ever thank you but I can't right now,
I've got to change my clothes, I've got to take a shower,
I got to pick her up in half an hour,
So listen, Larry, see I got to run,
But what I'm tryin' to to tell you is that she's the one,
And I'll be real careful like I've always been,
And I'll see you tomorrow,
And thanks again,
She's not your ordinary girl,
She's much more wonderful, (She's wonderful)
I wouldn't change her for the world,
She is so extra special.
Hey Larry, can I borrow your car?
I got a date tonight with a movie star...
Copyright © 1981 Dean Friedman Music (PRS)
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5. |
Love is Real
03:55
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Love Is Real
by Dean Friedman
He was a rumpled romeo with a 10 speed bike and a stereo,
She was a dauntless damsel in a dress with her lovelight all aglow,
He picked her up in the parking lot with a whole bouquet of forget-me-nots,
Two tickets and a gift wrapped box of Oreo’s,
She said, “Ooo, Love is real,
Nothing you can do or say can ever change the way I feel,
Ooo, Love is real”
They went to a picture show,
The lights went on and they got up to go,
He said “Well” and she said “I don’t know,”
He put the car in gear and she sat very near,
He turned the wheel and she whispered in his ear so soft and low,
She said, “Ooo, Love is real,
Nothing you can do or say can ever change the way I feel,
Ooo, Love is real”
They were headed for their destiny,
They were headed to a place the ground would yield,
They were headed to the baseball field,
And as they fell through space the moonlight touched her face,
They found a quiet place where teenage lovers go,
They kissed and shed their clothes,
She took his hand and held him close,
Underneath the bleachers in the dark where the tall grass grows,
She said, “Ooo, Love is real,
Nothing you can do or say can ever change the way I feel,
Ooo, Love is real”
copyright (c) 1981 Dean Friedman Music (PRS)
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6. |
Buy My Baby a Car
04:13
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Buy My Baby A Car
by Dean Friedman
Well, I don’t make a lot of money,
But I know what I’m gonna do -
Buy a present for my honey,
With a note says, “I love you”.
I’m gonna buy my baby a car.
I’m gonna buy my baby a car.
I’m gonna strap us in and we’ll take a spin right down the boulevard.
I’m gonna buy my baby a car.
I’m gonna buy my baby a car.
And with the flick of a palm I’ll turn the radio on,
We’ll go searching for the stars.
My baby’s in a mild depression,
All bewildered and perturbed.
But I can just see her expression,
When I pull up to the curb.
I’m gonna buy my baby a car.
I’m gonna buy my baby a car.
I’m gonna strap us in and we’ll take a spin right down the boulevard.
I’m gonna buy my baby a car.
I’m gonna buy my baby a car.
And with the flick of a palm I’ll turn the radio on,
We’ll go searching for the stars.
Well, you can raise the price,
And you can hike my heating bill,
You can bring the pot to boil,
And you can do it all at will,
I’m gonna buy my baby a car.
I’m gonna buy my baby a car.
I’m gonna strap us in and we’ll take a spin right down the boulevard.
I’m gonna buy my baby a car.
I’m gonna buy my baby a car.
And with the flick of a palm I’ll turn the radio on,
We’ll go searching for the stars.
I’m gonna buy my baby a car . . .
copyright (c) 1891 Dean Friedman Music (PRS)
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7. |
Special Effects
03:00
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Special Effects
by Dean Friedman
Special effects drive me right up the wall.
I can't reason at all with your special effects.
Special effects, oh, they turn me around,
I can't locate the ground with your special effects.
You turn your power on me I can hardly see.
My senses reel and whirl,
I never want to be without your…
Special effects, oh, they take my breath away,
I can't tell night from day with your special effects,
Special effects. Special effects. Special effects…
Copyright © 1981 Dean Friedman Music (PRS)
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8. |
I Depend on You
03:56
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I Depend On You
by Dean Friedman
I'm not as strong as I would like to be.
Sometimes the current pulls me out to sea.
You're always there to rescue me.
I depend on you.
I depend on you.
When I need someone to see me through,
I depend on you.
Sometimes I sit around for days and days.
You try and tell me that it's just a phase.
You help me see the error of my ways.
I depend on you.
I depend on you.
When I need someone to see me through,
I depend on you.
I come in soaking wet from the storm.
You smile and tell me I'm just true to form.
I touch your body and it feels so warm.
I depend on you.
I depend on you.
When I need someone to see me through,
I depend on you.
Copyright © 1981 Dean Friedman Music (PRS)
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9. |
Marginal Middle Class
02:56
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Marginal Middle Class
by Dean Friedman
I wanna have a big backyard.
I wanna have a sandbox and swings.
I wanna have a welcome mat and a porcelain cat,
And a doorbell that rings.
I wanna have a burglar alarm
To keep my family from harm,
I wanna be Marginal Middle Class,
I wanna be Respectable Middle Class,
I wanna hire a kid to cut the grass,
I wanna be Marginal Middle Class.
I wanna join the local lodge.
I wanna have a two car garage.
I wanna do a high school play with the P.T.A.
I wanna drive a new Dodge.
I wanna have a steady job.
I wanna eat corn on the cob.
I wanna be Marginal Middle Class,
I wanna be Respectable Middle Class,
I wanna hedge my bets, I wanna cover my ass,
I wanna be Marginal Middle Class.
I don’t wanna have a lot of dough,
I just wanna be your average Joe.
I wanna have just enough to see an occasional Broadway show.
I wanna have a swimming pool.
I wanna have a couple of kids.
I wanna have a motorbike and a dog named Mike
And two guinea pigs.
I wanna have a library card.
I don’t wanna have to work too hard.
I wanna be “Honey, can we eat out tonight ?” Middle Class,
I wanna be “Daddy, Roger punched me on the nose.” Middle Class,
I wanna live right near the overpass,
I wanna be Marginal Middle Class.
I wanna be Marginal Middle Class.
copyright (c) 1981 Dean Friedman Music (PRS)
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10. |
I Will Never Leave You
05:52
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I Will Never Leave You
by Dean Friedman
Tonight while you were at the show,
I saw a U.F.O.
I was surprised to see it land.
But when they asked me to go,
I said, “No, I can’t”, I said,
I will never leave you.
I will never stray.
I will never leave you.
I will never go away.
The little man said, “How can this be?
Think of all the wondrous things you’d see,
The secrets of the universe,”
“Thanks”, I said, “But, not for me.” You see,
I will never leave you.
I will never stray.
I will never leave you.
I will never go away.
He looked at me, he shook his head.
He climbed aboard his ship, away he sped.
And as he sailed across the sky,
I’m pretty sure he waved goodbye. But,
I will never leave you.
I will never stray.
I will never leave you.
I will never go away.
copyright (c) 1981 Dean Friedman Music (PRS)
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11. |
The Lakelands
04:16
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The Lakelands
by Dean Friedman
In the morning mist in the Northern Fells
Under a precipice where the hill spirits dwell
That’s where we first kissed under some ancient spell
Oh, Sarah, send me back, send me back to the Lakelands
Pack up my gig and my gunnysack, I’ve made some new plans.
If my love will take me back, I’d like one more chance.
Off to Cumbria on holiday
You came to walk to the Fells and I showed you the way
And off a wooded path in the moss we lay
Oh, Sarah, send me back, send me back to the Lakelands
Pack up my gig and my gunnysack, I’ve made some new plans.
If my love will take me back, I’d like one more chance.
Down through Ulverston and Buttermere
Up top Castle Rig where the air is clear.
I know when I think of her I can’t stay here.
Oh, Sarah, send me back, send me back to the Lakelands
Pack up my gig and my gunnysack, I’ve made some new plans.
If my love will take me back, I’d like one more chance.
Copyright © 2000 Dean Friedman Music (PRS)
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12. |
Nookie in the Mail
03:23
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Nookie in the Mail
by Dean Friedman
Baby, I miss you so.
Trying to be faithful. Uh, oh.
It’s not as easy as it seems;
I wore out all my magazines.
So before I slip into a void.
Take out your Polaroid.
Send ‘em out air-express.
You’ve got the right address.
Send me some…
Nookie in the Mail.
Nookie in the Mail.
Nookie in the Mail.
Nookie, Nookie in the Mail.
Just talking to you on the phone.
Makes me want to play my trombone.
So you know just how much you’re missed –
I nearly sprained my wrist.
So, if you want to keep me true blue.
I know you know just what to do.
‘cause color is outa sight.
But I prefer black and white.
Send me some…
Nookie in the Mail.
Nookie in the Mail.
Nookie in the Mail.
Nookie, Nookie in the Mail.
I struggle with it every night.
But still I am loyal and upright.
I meditate three times a day,
But that don’t make it go away.
Send me some…
Nookie in the Mail.
Nookie in the Mail.
Nookie in the Mail.
Nookie, Nookie in the Mail.
So let me ask you once again.
Only you can relieve my pain.
‘Cause I know just who you are;
You’re my personal porno star.
Send me some…
Nookie in the Mail.
Nookie in the Mail.
Nookie in the Mail.
Nookie, Nookie in the Mail.
copyright (c) 2000 Dean Friedman
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13. |
Follow Your Heart
05:18
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Follow Your Heart
by Dean Friedman
Sally and James were friends of mine, and they were both so in love.
They just could not believe that there was anything their folks would disapprove of.
Sure they came from different worlds and had lived such different lives
But they knew within their hearts what they'd accomplish through love.
And so against advice from family and friends,
they pledged their love until the universe ends
Since that day they've never been apart.
And the moral of the story is...
Follow your heart. Follow your heart.
Don't let an unforgiving world try to keep you apart.
Follow your heart. Follow your heart.
Learn how to trust yourself.
That is the place you must start.
Follow your heart.
A waitress in a restaurant see how well she plays her scene. One hand collects her tip and with a dirty rag she wipes the counter clean.
And nothing can discourage her or keep her dreams from coming true. 'Cause she knows all her lines and she makes her entrance on cue.
And though she'll never win success or fame
she's an actress just the same.
Sometimes you suffer for your art
But if you want to know the joy it brings...
Follow your heart. Follow your heart.
Don't let an unforgiving world try to keep you apart.
Follow your heart. Follow your heart.
Learn how to trust yourself. That is the place you must start.
Too many people are living someone else's lives
They're just not convinced that they deserve... to more than just survive .
They trade in their happiness they tell themselves they have no choice.
When all they'd have to do is listen to their own voice.
It's such a pity, so much denial
'Cause we're only here for such a little while.
And the lesson that I'm trying to impart:
If you wonder what the answer is...
Follow your heart. Follow your heart.
Don't let an unforgiving world try to keep you apart.
Follow your heart. Follow your heart.
Learn how to trust yourself.
That is the place you must start.
Follow your heart.
copyright (c) 2000 Dean Friedman Music (PRS)
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I Didn’t Mean to Make You Cry
by Dean Friedman
I know I’ve been knockin’ you to and fro.
Got you walkin’ on tip-toe.
I’m a no good so and so. And…
I see that you’re trying to be nice to me.
And it doesn’t take a P.H.D. to see I’m acting like an s.o.b.
And what’s the use? You can only take so much abuse.
My brains must be loose. And I got no excuse. But…
I Didn’t Mean to Make You Cry.
There’s something wrong and I’m the reason why. No,
I Didn’t Mean to Make You Cry.
Well you said, that I should get outta bed.
And turn the TV off instead, go out and earn my daily bread.
And I knew that the only thing left to do was
Try to make it up to you or you’d say, toodle-oo.
Now I’m dumb and I had to be quarrelsome,
I’m such a lazy bum. Baby look what I’ve done. But…
I Didn’t Mean to Make You Cry.
There’s something wrong and I’m the reason why. No,
I Didn’t Mean to Make You Cry.
Well, I say, that everything is not O.K.
My life’s in disarray. I need to get away.
And I bet a whole pack of cigarettes,
The reason you’re so upset is you’re afraid that I’ll forget.
Now hear this, that is not the way it is.
I know I’ve been remiss, but I’ll fix it with a kiss. And…
I Didn’t Mean to Make You Cry.
There’s something wrong and I’m the reason why. No,
I Didn’t Mean to Make You Cry.
Copyright © 2000 Dean Friedman Music (PRS)
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Dean Friedman Peekskill, New York
Dean Friedman entered pop consciousness with his Top 20 hit, Ariel, a quirkily irresistible and uncategorizable pop song about a free spirited, pot-smoking, vegetarian Jewish girl in a peasant blouse. Since then, hits like Lucky Stars, Lydia, Rocking Chair, McDonald’s Girl and Woman of Mine have earned him a loyal international following, devoted to his work as a master songsmith and performer. ... more
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