HAIR (The Musical)...

[Bob Peale]

OK, we've done JCS...let's get rolling with The American Tribal Love-Rock Musical by Gerome Ragni and James Rado...

 

[riff]

Damn... all right. Walking out to car to get it.

 

[lavender]

 

[riff]

Can we do Tommy at some point?

HELL YES WE CAN....

 

[Bob Peale]

Can we do Tommy at some point?

We can do it next...

 

[Dixon Carter Lee]

I'm using the London soundtrack right to get me in the mood for a theatre/activist piece I'm writing. Dig?

 

[Bob Peale]

Black Boys

Black boys are delicious
Chocolate flavored love
Licorice lips like candy
Keep my cocoa handy
I have such a sweet tooth
When it comes to love
Once I tried a diet
Of quiet, rest, no sweets
But I went nearly crazy
And I went clearly crazy
Because I really craved for
Chocolate flavored treats
Ooh!

Black boys are nutritious
Black boys fill me up
Black boys are so damn yummy
They satisfy my tummy
I have such a sweet tooth
When it comes to love
Black black black black black black black black
Black boys

 

[amelia]

dang it..i don't even know where my copy is..you were suppose to give more notice then this!!

 

[Bob Peale]

White Boys

White boys are so pretty
Skin as smooth as milk
White boys are so pretty
Hair like Chinese silk
White boys give me goose bumps
White boys give me chills
When they touch my shoulder
That's the touch that kills

My motha calls 'em lilies
I call 'em Piccadillies
My daddy warns me stay away
But I say come on out and play

White boys are so groovy
White boys are so tough
Every time they're near me
Just can't get enough

White boys are so pretty
White boys are so sweet
White boys drive me crazy
Drive me indiscreet

White boys are so sexy
Legs so long and lean
Love those sprayed-on trousers
Love the love machine

My brother calls 'em rubble
That's my kind of trouble
My daddy warns me "no no no"
But I say "White boys go go go"

White boys are so lovely
Beautiful as girls
I love to run my fingers
And toes through all their curls

Give me a tall
A lean
A sexy
A pretty
A groovy
A juicy
White boy

White boys!
White boys!
White boys!
White boys!

 

[Bob Peale]

Aquarius

When the moon is in the Seventh House
And Jupiter aligns with Mars
Then peace will guide the planets
And love will steer the stars
This is the dawning of the age of Aquarius
The age of Aquarius
Aquarius!
Aquarius!

Harmony and understanding
Sympathy and trust abounding
No more falsehoods or derision
Golding living dreams of visions
Mystic crystal revalation
And the mind's true liberation
Aquarius!
Aquarius!

When the moon is in the Seventh House
And Jupiter aligns with Mars
Then peace will guide the planets
And love will steer the stars

This is the dawning of the age of Aquarius
The age of Aquarius
Aquarius!
Aquarius!


As our hearts go beating through the night
We dance unto the dawn of day
To be the bearers of the water
Our light will lead the way

We are the spirit of the age of Aquarius
The Age of Aquarius

Harmony and understanding
Sympathy and trust abounding
Angelic illumination
Rising fiery constellation
Traveling our starry courses
Guided by the cosmic forces
O care for us
Aquarius

 

[phrodeau]

Sodomy, fellatio;
Cunnilingus, pederasty;
Father, why do these words sound so nasty?
Masturbation can be fun.
Join the holy orgy Kama Sutra everyone!

 

[Bob Peale]

Everybody join in!

 

[riff]

This is the dawning of the age of aquarious!!!

 

[phrodeau]

She asked me why;
I'm just a hairy guy.
I'm hairy noon and night;
Hair that's a fright.
I'm hairy high and low.
Don't ask me why. Don't know.
It's not for lack of bread;
Like the Grateful Dead, darling...

 

[riff]

http://www.geocities.com/hairpages/lyrics.html

Got chords too!

 

[riff]

masturbation can be fun......

I am a
colored spade......

 

[phrodeau]

I've got life, mother.
I've got lice, sister.
I've got freedom, brother.
I've got good times, man.
I've got crazy ways, daughter.
I've got million-dollar charm, cousin.
I've got headaches and toothaches,
And bad times too, like you.
I've got my hair,
I've got my head,
I've got my brains,
I've got my ears,
I've got my eyes,
I've got my nose,
I've got my mouth,
I've got my teeth.
I've got my tongue,
I've got my chin,
I've got my neck,
I've got my tits,
I've got my heart,
I've got my soul,
I've got my back,
I've got my ass.
I've got my arms,
I've got my hands,
I've got my fingers,
I've got my legs,
I've got my feet,
I've got my toes,
I've got my liver,
I've got my blood.
I've got my guts.
I've got my muscle.
I've got life, life, life, life, Life, Life, LIFE!

 

[riff]

Ain't Got No"

I'm black... I'm black; Em G
I'm pink... I'm pink; Em G
I'm Rinso White... Em G D7/F# G7/B
I'm in-vi-si-ble... C D Em

SOLO VOICE: RESPONSE:

Ain't Got No home Em So
Ain't Got No shoes G Poor
Ain't Got No money Em Honey
Ain't Got No class G Common
Ain't Got No scarf D Hot
Ain't Got No gloves Bm Cold
Ain't Got No bed Em Beat
Ain't Got No pot C Busted
Ain't Got No faith G C D Catholic

Ain't Got No mother Em Orphan
Ain't Got No culture G Man
Ain't Got No friends Em Lucky
Ain't Got No schoolin' G Dumb
Ain't Got No shine D Dull
Ain't Got No underwear Bm Bad
Ain't Got No soap Em Dirty
Ain't Got No A-Train C Jump
Ain't Got No mind G C D Lost it

Ain't Got No smokes Em Shit
Ain't Got No job G Lazy
Ain't Got No work Em Fine
Ain't Got No coins G Broke
Ain't Got No pennies D Beg
Ain't Got No girl/man Bm Horny
Ain't Got No ticket Em Hustle
Ain't Got No token C Walk
Ain't Got No God G C D Good

(extra verse from London 1993)

Ain't Got No father Em Dead
Ain't Got No Tee Vee G Honest
Ain't Got No pizza Em Starving
Ain't Got No Gallo G Nervous
Ain't Got No sleep D High
Ain't Got No rhythm Bm White
Ain't Got No books Em Lovely
Ain't Got No socks C Nasty
Ain't Got No sex G Ugly

 

[christianne]

"Easy To Be Hard"

How can people be so heartless
How can people be so cruel
Easy To Be Hard; Easy to be cold

Oh, how can people have no feelings
How can they ignore their friends
Easy to be proud; Easy to say no

And especially people who care about strangers
Who care about evil and social injustice
Do you only care about the bleeding crowd?
How about a needing friend?
I need a friend...

How can people be so heartless
You know I'm hung up on you
Easy to give in; Easy to help out

Oh, and especially people who care about strangers
Who care about evil and social injustice
Do you only care about the bleeding crowd?
How about a needing friend?
I need a friend...
How can people have no feelings
How can they ignore their friends
Easy to be hard; Easy to be cold
Easy to be proud;
Easy to say no.