NATIONAL PINECONE

We wear big ‘ol shorts, although we look like dorks

Author & Composer: Craig Hutchins, Michael Hutchins

Author & Composer: Craig Hutchins, Michael Hutchins

I wrote this song
Ya know it’s true
It’s all about
The way I dooh 

Your sweet scent lingers even after you’re gone
It’s in what you eat and I can smell it strong
Strange anticipation I can’t stop you now
Ya hang on and it furrows my brow
Ya hang on and it furrows my brow 

I just can’t resist
That one look back
Before it all
Goes down the drain 

Ya know I think and my stomach churns
When ya left me, I felt it burn
It’s over I’m the best I can feel
You’ve joined the system ya were my meal
You’ve joined the system ya were my meal 

Just can’t resist, look back and linger
Just can’t resist, look back and linger

Author & Composer: Craig Hutchins, Michael Hutchins

Head full of spiders, when I woke up today
Head full of spiders, can’t think them away 

Head full of spiders, making webs fast
Head full of spiders, in a nest made to last 

Maybe I should lie down, then I’ll feel better
If I just lie down, then I’ll feel better 

Head full of spiders, can’t think straight you see
Head full of spiders, it’s just them and me

Author & Composer: Craig Hutchins, Michael Hutchins

I really hate looking for a job
So I’ll just rot at the one I got
It’s not like I don’t want to get ahead
But I can’t play the game and say what must be said
A lot of hob, hob hob nobbing
A lot of empty heads empty heads bobbing 

You wanna hear some cold hard facts?
Only five percent of jobs are through the want ads
To get ahead you gotta know someone
So get networking, get it done 

Then you get suited up and move on in
Soon they’ll discover that you’re not one of them
All upward mobility is at an end
And you can start it all over again

Author & Composer: Craig Hutchins, Michael Hutchins

On the on ramp I was stuck, behind a truck
A White Freightliner pulling a Supervan 90
That’s a drag and just my luck
In the mirror I can see, everyone behind me pulling out and passing round
But me I’m in a clunker, I really ought to junk her
Before I drive her into the ground 

If I had a chance, I’d pull out and pass but the needle says I got no gas
With a V-8 I’d get a date, put the pedal to the metal, I’d be kickin’ ass
Even though I doubt her, I can’t live without her, she’s the one that really gets me round
Gonna save some money, spend it on my honey, shine her up and then we’ll hit the town 

Ohh, my car

I wave to the girls with the long blonde curls, at the stoplight I sit and wait
Is it my imagination or mental dehydration but I thought that I could hear them say 

Ohh, nice car

Author & Composer: Craig Hutchins, Michael Hutchins

It’s got two walls, two windows, it’s got fir instead of pine
It’s got pictures on the dirty wall, I’d wash up but it’s mine
I’d like to paint or decorate but I can’t find the time
Sure hope I don’t have to relocate, this space is such a find 

In my room, my room, mine
Please come to leave soon, bye 

Don’t try to call me baby, cause it hasn’t got phone
Don’t try to stop off with a note, I’ll pretend that I’m not home
The rug is stained and dirty, don’t know how it got that way
I’d like to clean, ‘o rub-a-dub turn the TV on and play 

Smell the naugahide
Too bad plants all died
Dusty as a dream
Too bored to yawn or SCREAM

Author & Composer: Craig Hutchins, Michael Hutchins

Author & Composer: Craig Hutchins, Michael Hutchins 

She’s a big girl, and she uses it well
She’s got a permanent pout, made out of silicone gel
Long strong legs, big green eyes
I won’t plead but baby please 

If she looks your way, one thing she’ll say
You think you got it Mr. Savoir Fair? 

Don’t disappoint me, don’t disappoint me
Cause I won’t ask twice 

She’s got a little red sports car
With a big humping engine
She’s got a 427
With the nitrous injection 

Shake those hips, purse those lips
There’s lots of that to go around

Author: Craig Hutchins, Michael Hutchins

Author: Craig Hutchins
Composer: Michael Hutchins

So you met a nice girl but it can’t go anywhere
Cause you’re afraid she’ll see you in your underwear
You try acting cool and nonchalant
And you say she’s just not the one you want

Then you sit there feeling sorry for yourself
There’s just you to blame, ya well that’s a shame
There’s just you and no one else
You just sit there feeling sorry for yourself

Well the folks at work they all want to know
Why you get the order but don’t want to go

Author & Composer: Craig Hutchins, Michael Hutchins

You fella’s wanna see live naked women
I mean totally naked
If you ask them correct
They come home wrapped up and selected 

Don’t talk to the man who’s down in front
You ask them directly
Don’t tell them that I sent ya
But you spell my name correctly 

Do you see me? Do you buy my line?
Do I scare you? Way down inside… 

I may be eating ribs from a brown paper bag
But I got more than that
I see you folks is new in town
Let me show you where it’s at 

I’ll wash you car for five dollars
For six I’ll give it wax
For I am a stock car driver
And I’m most at home on the track 

I work on six old cylinders
While most folks work on eight
Just call me wonder under dog
And worship while you wait 

I’m a stock car driver….

Author & Composer: Craig Hutchins, Michael Hutchins

Who do you think you are trying to shove your wishes down are throats?
Don’t want to meet Mr. Valdez living in the closet going through my coats 

Batten the hatches, clear the decks, it’s tea time
Boil the brew take time to reflect, it’s tea time 

Without a doubt, every time I’m out, I get a look like I’ve got two heads
I want a smooth, mellow brew not some squashed beans in a molten dread 

If it’s bad, think it
If it brews, smoke it 

This band could be at your house, amps on ten tearing the place apart
But one thing, you’d better know, it’s tea time or we don’t even start

Author & Composer: Craig Hutchins, Michael Hutchins

Works out back in a pre-fab shed
Got a lot of fact he wants to get out his head
Going home tonight to a bottle of cheap wine
Gotta get back inside, gotta make some time 

Yo-yo man the perv, make some friends just as fast as you can
Yo-yo man the perv, look out ladies here come the hit man 

Got thirty years experience all over you
Got a heartbreak story going to tell it true
Got a new idea, it’s the cat’s meow
I’d like to tell it to you but I’m busy right now 

Up one minute, down the next
Why is life so complex?
Only wanna get me next to you
Visit my backwoods shed for a day or two

Author & Composer: Craig Hutchins, Michael Hutchins