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DR. TEQUILA
DR. TEQUILA
DR. TEQUILA
(Richie Barron © 1999)
Intro: (Hey Bandido! Si! Una Fiesta con el Dr. Tequila. Salude!)
Drinkin’ Co-co Lo-cos on a hot afternoon,
Middle of the day, I see a cat’s eye moon.
Mariachi Locos playin’ in my mind
With Doctor Tequila squeezin’ out the lime,
havin’ a good time
Yea, its easin’ my mind,
Doc Tequila makes the kind.
From San Diego to the San Francisco Bay,
All getting down on the Blue Agave.
Makin’ Patron Margaritas
Put you to the test,
Doctor Tequila,
He knows what’s the best.
In Las Vegas, everybody knows,
Doc Tequila runs the show.
Co-Co Lo-Co on a hot afternoon
With all of our friends under a cat’s eye moon.
Under an umbrella in the noon day sun
With Doctor Tequila, havin’ nothin’ but fun
To get the blues on the run,
Doc Tequila’s the one.
Get your blues on the run
Ah, have some fun!
Mas Tequila!
Come on boys, lets party!
(Somebody call me the doctor)
Make it funky now!
Bandido man!
Block Party goin’ on!
DR. TEQUILA
DR. TEQUILA
Co-Co locos on a hot afternoon
with all of our friends under a cat’s eye moon
Under an umbrella in the noon day sun
With Doctor Tequila havin’ nothing but fun
Get the blues on the run, Doc Tequila’s the one,
Get your blues on the run, have some fun
(Somebody call me the doctor)
Come on people, make it funky now!
Getting down in Las Vegas, everybody know
Don Julio and Hornitas are putting on a show
Dr. Tequila party with the Richie Barron Band,
Boys squeezing limes just as fast as they can,
Crazy Ivan and Bandido getting down on the beat,
Gabriel on the guitar, Everybodys on their feet.
Blue agave bottle, Got the shaker in your hand,
Doctor Tequila Party with the Mission Mob band.
Little salt with Milagro,
Lime with Corazon
Cabo Wabo in the shaker,
Get it on with Patron,
Get up in the morning
Fellin little croudo
Down to Tio Chielos
Get a big bowl of menudo
Menudo man,
Get me the Doctor!
Somebody get me the Doctor,
Shake it up, shake it up.
Somebody get me the Doctor,
Shake it up, shake it up.
Somebody get me the Doctor
Somebody get me the Doctor!
CRUZIN' THE SQUARE
CRUZIN' THE SQUARE
CRUZIN' THE SQUARE
(Richie Barron © 2010)
She got a baby seat in back
of her new Cadillac
Ain’t no use of me hangin’ round,
she be givin’ me the stare,
But she already got her share,
I got-ta find somebody to get down.
I been out bar hoppin’
Looking body shoppin’
(A Mamacita una Margarita,
No gracias)
Chorus] I been cruzin’ the square
lookin’, lookin’, lookin’ everywhere
I been cruzin’ the square,
tryin’ to get my share
Standin’ there in tight jeans,
her smile on high beams,
Got the stare of every man in the place
(Pero mira que rica, chucha madre)
my heart be pumpin’, my leg be jumpin’,
CRUZIN' THE SQUARE
CRUZIN' THE SQUARE
She got such a beautiful face
(Hola Muchachos)
but I can plainly see, that the woman ain’t for me,
She likes this handsome dude down the bar
I don’t talk real fast, ain’t got a lot of cash,
don’t look like a movie star
I been lookin’, lookin’, lookin’,
my libido be a-cookin’,
Lookin’ for a lady tonight
it may only be a minute,
any soul is really in it,
but that minutes gonna make it all right
Been cruzin’ the square
tryin’ to get my share,
Cruzin’ the square,
lookin’, lookin’, lookin’ everywhere.
Que haces el viernes,
No se, llamame
Yesss.
TRYIN' TO FIND THE REAL ME
TRYIN' TO FIND THE REAL ME
TRYIN' TO FIND THE REAL ME
(Richie Barron 8 1999)
Somebodys always askin' me,
Richie, why do you still sing the blues?
Sure looks like, your doin' alright to me
Though I seem to have most everything,
I still feel my time is mis-used,
I'm just tryin', still tryin' to find the real me.
Somebody's always askin' me,
What kind of music do you play?
Must be a real tough business your in,
I don't know quite what to say,
Do yo play the funk, or is it blues,
new age latin in between?
I don't know how to answer those questions,
Don't know what they really mean
TRYIN' TO FIND THE REAL ME
TRYIN' TO FIND THE REAL ME
[2nd Chorus]
I've been lookin' everywhere,
can't find no answers there,
I wonder what in the world can the reality be?
Been searchin' everyday,
something's always gettin' in the way,
Stoppin' me from find-in out
Who's the real me.
Who am I, what am I, what am I gonna be?
I know I'm in there hidin' someplace,
Aint' never seen my real face,
But I keep tryin' to set it free.
Though I seem to have most everything,
I still feelin' out of place,
Keep tryin' to find the real me
(Who am I, what am I gonna be?)
LIFE IN A DREAMWORLD
LIFE IN A DREAMWORLD
LIFE IN A DREAMWORLD
(Richie Barron © 2010)
Livin’ life in a dreamworld
it’s easy to be,
Whatever you want to,
close your eyes and you’ll see.
You can live in a castle,
fly over your land.
Don’t need no airplane,
dreamer’s under-stand.
[Chorus] So please don’t wake me
Just want to stay here,
In my dream-world,
In my dream-world,
In my dream-world,
Livin’ life in a dream-world
You fall in love everynight
with a different lady
So just turn out my light,
and I’m playing,
In a rock and roll band
(on some other planet)
or in some foreign land
LIFE IN A DREAMWORLD
LIFE IN A DREAMWORLD
[Chorus] So please don’t wake me
Just want to stay here,
In my dream-world,
In my dream-world,
In my dream-world,
I hate to wake up,
to a world that’s gone mad
You pick up the paper,
most of the news is bad,
Just want to keep playin’,
In my rock n’ roll band,
front of 10,000 people,
Everyone’s happy again.
[Chorus] So please don’t wake me
Just want to stay here,
In my dream-world,
In my dream-world,
my dream-world
SEE YOU-ALL NEXT SUMMER
SEE YOU-ALL NEXT SUMMER
SEE YOU-ALL NEXT SUMMER
(Hasta Proximo Verano)
(Richie Barron © 2010)
Two low life dudes drinkin’ at the bar,
while we’re settin’ up our gear,
I’m thinkin’ to myself, that I’d rather be
any place else but here.
Later that night, some friends of ours drop by,
but they don’t stay too long,
the same two drunks, still sittin’ at the bar,
Won’t leave them women alone!
See u-all next summer, Hasta Proximo Verano
maybe two thousand sixty-three,
See u-all next summer, Vamanos!
and if we never come back,
and if we never get back,
it will be too soon for me.
Well it’s 12:00 o’clock
the Mission Mob is hot!
Only 10 people up in this place,
You boys just don’t pull no people
the owners all up in my face, Lloron Patron!
SEE YOU-ALL NEXT SUMMER
SEE YOU-ALL NEXT SUMMER
I pay the band, I got five dollars left,
this really has been a bummer
my sax player gets on the microphone,
says See u-all next summer!
[Chorus] See you all next summer,
Hasta Proximo Verano
maybe two thousand sixty three,
see you-all next summer,
Bye Bye, Vamanos!
cause if we never come back
if we never get back
It will be too soon for me
Wepaa
We’re packing our gear
The boys are out of here!
if we never come back,
if we never get back,
it will be too soon for me,
Wepaa
You never gonna see Dr Tequila’s face,
In or around or even near this place,
Dr. Tequila!
If we ever come back, it’ll be too soon for me, Lloron Patron
Adios!!
NO TROUBLE TONIGHT (We Just Came to Party)
NO TROUBLE TONIGHT (We Just Came to Party)
NO TROUBLE TONIGHT (We Just Came to Party)
Richie Barron @ 1996
If you've got troubles, please don't tell me about them right now.
There ain't a damn thing I can do about it,
There ain't nothing I can do for you anyhow.
(Chorus) So get the hell out of my face, don't want you in my space,
I don't want nothin' complicated, till my ass is terminated,
on a big roll, no trouble tonight.
Seems, like hard luck and trouble, got to follow everyone,
But hey! Not tonight people,
I just came down to have a little fun,
NO TROUBLE TONIGHT (We Just Came to Party)
NO TROUBLE TONIGHT (We Just Came to Party)
(To chorus)
It ain't never goin' to happen, Ed McMann comes walkin' up to me,
Here take this car this house and car and all this money,
Richie, you've done won the grand prize, its all free
(sure it is Ed) to chorus out vamp
Come on down, get funked up, just gettin ready to party
Come on down, get funked up, just gettin ready to roll
We came to funk you up,
We came to funk you up,
We're here to party, were here to party
Just came to party!,
Copyright all words & music: Richie Barron, BMI Richbear*
*Wo-Dat? Bayou Medley: John Fogerty, JonDora Music
Credits: Copyright words & music: Richie “Dr. Tequila” Barron, BMI Richbear
Produced by Richie Barron
Recording: Francisco Mendoza @ Casa Bandido
Recorded, mixed & edited: Freddy Stylez Melendez @ MegaMic Studio SF, CA
Arrangements, Victor Bejarano, Horns: David Stone, Mike Rinta
Vocals & guitar: Richie Barron
Timbales, congas: Richard Bandido Segovia
Lead Guitar: Gabrial Manzo (courtesy of Malo); Ian Lamson
Bass: Marcus Lopez, Rolando Choko Contreas
Drums: Vic Dellano, Ivan Ganchev
Keyboard: Victor Bejarano
Tenor Saxophone: Dave Stone, Robert Zukerman
Baritone Saxophone: Bobby Jones
Trumpet: Tom Poole, Frank Bailey
Trombone: Mike Rinta
Harmonica: Bill Noteman
Backup vocals: Jaque Lynn Herrera
Spoken word, Caw-caws: Humberto Maizo, Freddy Stylez Melendez
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