GIMME BACK MY HEART
well it's been a while now baby
since you walked on out for good
and you cleaned me out from top to bottom
like all my friends said that you would
got no t.v., no clean laundry
but that's hardly the worst part
i'm feeling empty inside now i've come to find
that you up and stole my heart

oooo-weee can't you see?
this heartless state of things is killing me

gimme back my heart now baby gimme back my heart
gimme back my heart now baby gimme back my heart
how'm i supposed to rock n' roll
without my heart i ain't got no soul
gimme back my heart so i can go...

now i got no palpitations,
got no pulse and no cold sweat
got no time or inclination
for any woman i ain't met
cuz first you dropped my heart like a paperweight
and then you skipped it like a stone
and then you buried it in your backyard babe
like a big ol' hound-dog bone
hey hey, lord-a-day
what heartless sort of girls behave this way?

gimme back my heart now baby gimme back my heart
gimme back my heart now baby gimme back my heart
how'm i supposed to rock n' roll
without my heart i ain't got no soul
gimme back my heart so i can go...
now you can have my magic eight-ball
and my hawaiian shirt collection
and those bugs bunny and road-runner salt and pepper shakers
that we bought last year on vacation
you can have my black-light elvis
and my sinatra eight-tracks too
but my ticker is the one thing, babe
that i can't leave with you

oooo-weee...

gimme back...

hit the road, don't you give me no flack, hit the pavement jack...
'Frank Young really blew the lid off of this one. Sterling's guitar solo was a skin-of-the-teeth affair, but it has the recklessness that the track required. When I wrote the lyrics, the song wasn't really about anything in my life. But these days, funny how life imitates art.