Misfits

Released January 1, 1997 | Sleeveless

Sara’s highly eclectic and very enjoyable album of songs that, well, just don’t wanna fit anywhere else! For true Sara fans, and those that just love great music. Or those that enjoy a good romp. Every song on Misfits is a gem: “Strong Woman” and “Dumptruck” are femme fatale favorites. “Nobody Goes to the Moon” is wonderful, and “Radiation Man” is worth the price of the CD all by itself! Also includes a very fast, very 8-year old Sara Hickman rendition of “Grandma’s Featherbed.”

CESAR STASNEY INTRODUCTION

STRONG WOMAN Lyrics by Sara Hickman, music by Sara Hickman and Mark Goldenberg

DUMPTRUCK by Sara Hickman and Marvin Etzioni

SECRETS OF LOVE II Lyrics by Sara Hickman, music by Sara Hickman and Brad McLemore

BABY, IT’S COLD OUTSIDE by Frank Loessor

EVERYONE’S GONE TO THE MOON by K. J. King

NOBODY WANTS TO GO TO THE MOON ANYMORE by Damon Bramblett

SATIN SHEETS FOR ALICE by Sara Hickman

ROSIE’S THEME by Sara Hickman

LET ME TAKE YOUR PICTURE by Sara Hickman

HEY! WHERE YOU GOIN’? by Sara Hickman

GRANDMA’S FEATHERBED by James Norman Connor

FALSE PRETENSES by Colin Boyd and Sara Hickman

I WANT TO GO SWIMMING IN YOUR EYES by Sara Hickman

ZIPPITY DOO-DAH by Ray Gilbert and Allie Wruble

I THINK I LOVE YOU by Anthony J. Romeo

TAKE ME WITH YOU by Sara Hickman and David Batteau

ROMANIA by Sara Hickman

LIKE A COLLAR ON A DOG by Sara Hickman

RADIATION MAN by Sara Hickman

  • Sara Hickman – Producer, drum programming, Executive Producer, Photography
    Josh Alan – Producer
    Angelo Badalamenti – Producer
    Marvin Etzioni – Producer
    Paul Fox – Producer
    Marty Lester – Engineer, Mixing
    Terry Slemmons – Engineer
    Kevin Smith – Engineer
    Ed Thacker – Engineer
    Jerry Tubb – Mastering
    Todd V. Wolfson – Photography
  • Strong Woman
    Once upon a time…

    She’s a career-minded woman
    No time to stop
    Climbing the ladder all the way to the top
    He’s watching her struggle
    And he tries to understand
    Why a woman has to juggle
    Twice as much as a man
    She’s a strong-minded woman
    He’s a gentle man

    She’s off to work by six
    And packs Byron a lunch
    She makes every single move on an intuitive hunch
    She kisses him goodbye
    As she lets go of his hand
    Working towards the dream
    Of a vacation that they planned
    She’s a strong-minded woman
    He’s a gentle man

    She’s a strong-minded woman
    He’s a gentle man

    He’s made her favorite dinner
    But she’s too absorbed
    Her mind is on tomorrow
    And a meeting with the board

    She’s a strong, strong woman
    She’s a strong, strong woman
    She’s a strong, strong woman
    And he’s a gentle man

    Well, she brings home the bacon
    He fries it up in a pan
    His friends all call him crazy,
    Call him a “house husband”
    He wouldn’t change his place
    In this liberated land
    Helps her succeed in every way that he can
    She’s a strong-minded woman
    He’s a gentle man

    She’s happy that she found him
    And yet they both agree
    A job has no gender
    In a world of equality

    A strong, strong woman
    She’s a strong, strong woman
    She’s a strong, strong woman
    And he’s a gentle man


    Dumptruck
    I don’t wanna hear it
    How she broke your heart
    I don’t wanna hear it
    How she glows in the dark
    I don’t wanna hear it
    How she did you wrong
    I don’t wanna hear it
    How you couldn’t be strong

    Take your laundry bag
    And get out of my life
    Take all of your trash
    And go back to your pretty wife

    I ain’t no dumptruck
    Dumptruck

    I don’t wanna hear it
    How you really want me
    I don’t wanna hear it
    How she set you free

    Take your laundry bag
    And get out of my life
    Take all of your trash
    And go back to your pretty wife

    I ain’t no dumptruck
    Dumptruck
    I ain’t no dumptruck
    Dumptruck

    Yes, she’s so good for you
    She’ll give you what you need…
    But not me.
    I aint no dumptruck

    I don’t wanna hear it
    Wake up and see the light
    I don’t wanna hear it
    So good luck… good riddance…
    Good night!

    Take your laundry bag
    And get out of my life
    Take all of your trash
    And go back to your pretty wife

    I ain’t no dumptruck
    Dumptruck
    I ain’t no dumptruck
    Dumptruck


    Secrets of Love II
    Do you know something
    I don’t know?
    Your mysterious smile…
    Your eyes, all aglow?
    The secrets of love
    Are inviting me in
    And this time, I think they might win

    Look at history
    The books full of clues
    Some lovers win, some lovers lose
    The secrets of love
    Are inviting me in
    And this time, I think they might win

    The Leaning Tower of Pisa
    The string pout on Mona Lisa
    Lovers stood and questioned these
    I’m beginning to see
    That answers
    With the greatest of ease

    Shakespeare’s sonnets
    Cyrano’s nose
    Mean so much more
    As our love grows
    The secrets of love
    Are inviting me in
    And this time, I think they might win
    And this time, I think they’re gonna win


    Baby, It’s Cold Outside
    I really can’t stay
    But baby, it’s cold outside
    I’ve got to go ‘way
    But baby, it’s cold outside
    This evening has been
    Been hoping that you’d drop in
    So very nice
    I’ll hold your hands, they’re just like ice
    My mother will start to worry
    Beautiful, what’s your hurry?
    My father will be pacing the floor
    Listen to the fireplace roar
    So, really, I’d better scurry
    Beautiful, please don’t hurry
    Well, maybe just a half a drink more
    Put some Stan Getz on while I pour

    The neighbors might think…
    But baby, it’s bad out there
    Say, what’s in this drink?
    You’re not gonna get a taxi in this weather, lady…
    I wish I knew how
    Your eyes, they’re like stars…
    To break this spell
    I’ll take your hat, and your hair looks good too
    I ought to say no, no, no, sir
    Mind if I move in closer?
    At least I’m gonna say that I tried
    What’s the point in hurting my pride?
    I really can’t stay
    Baby, don’t hold out
    Baby, it’s cold outside

    I simply must go
    But baby, it’s cold out there
    The answer is no
    Whoo! Brrrr!
    Your welcome has been
    How fortunate for me that you should drop in…
    So nice and warm
    at such an odd hour.
    My sister will be suspicious
    Gosh, your lips look so delicious
    My brother will be at the door
    Like waves upon the tropical beaches
    My maiden aunt’s mind is vicious
    Gee, your lips taste pretty good, too
    Well, maybe just a cigarette more

    I’ve got to get home
    Baby, you’d freeze out there!
    Say, lend me your comb
    It’s up to your… knees out there
    You’ve really been grand
    Oh, I’m thrilled when you touch my hand
    Oh, don’t you see
    Why would you want to do this to me?
    There’s bound to be talk tomorrow
    Think of my lifelong sorrow
    At least, there will be plenty implied
    Think of the guilt on your mind if I caught pneumonia and died
    I really can’t stay
    Don’t hold out
    Baby, it’s cold outside

    Hey! Where could you be goin’
    When the wind is blowin’
    And it’s cold, cold, cold outside?

    Baby, it’s cold outside!


    Everyone’s Gone to the Moon
    Streets full of people
    All alone
    Rows full of houses
    Never home
    Church full of singing
    Out of tune
    Everyone’s gone to the moon

    Hands full of money
    All in debt
    Eyes full of sorrow
    Never wet
    Sun coming up
    In the middle of June
    Everyone’s gone to the moon
    Everyone’s gone to the moon

    Long time ago
    Life had begun
    Everyone went to the sun

    Everyone’s gone to the moon
    Everyone’s gone to the moon

    Long time ago
    Life had begun
    Everyone went to the sun

    Cars full of motors
    Painted green
    Mouths full of chocolate
    Covered creams
    Arms that could only
    Lift a spoon
    Everyone’s gone to the moon
    Everyone’s gone to the moon


    Nobody Wants to Go to the Moon Anymore
    I don’t know a soul that wants to visit the moon
    That bruise in the sky, that busted balloon
    A big rotten egg trashing up the sky
    A red-faced drunk with a hundred black eyes
    And nobody wants to go to the moon anymore

    Nobody climbs on that big rocketship
    They’ve all heard the stories of the turbulent trip
    The truckstop’s abandoned, the cook broke the grill
    They kicked out the windows
    Tainted each thrill
    And nobody wants to go the moon anymore

    Your mother sailed to the moon on her senior trip
    You were a sprout in time, a smile on her lips
    She blew all her money the very first day
    On a fist full of trinkets your grandma threw away

    And nobody wants to see the stars that were cast
    Those black and white movies, the scenes from the past
    The drive-in’s deserted, every speaker’s been tossed
    The projector caught fire, every last frame was lost
    And nobody wants to go
    Nobody wants to go to the moon anymore

    Your father found work, he was raised on the midway
    He hustled toys night and day
    Kissed all the girls, won ’em all teddy bears
    Woke up with love in his pockets… and gum in his hair

    Oh, I don’t know a soul that wants to visit the moon
    A dream left forgotten, it was conquered too soon
    Why waste your stamp on a postcard so cheap?
    Why take a step for mankind when the world’s at your feet?
    And nobody wants to go
    Nobody wants to go
    Nobody wants to go to the moon anymore


    Satin Sheets for Alice
    They bought satin sheets for Alice
    Teacups, towels and potpourri
    She was drunk on wild green punch
    And thoughts of her wedding day
    I was a stranger among friends
    A crack along the line
    I guess I just stepped into a world without time
    And I don’t understand
    How a woman and a man fall in love

    Renee and I used to talk of love
    She knew all the songs I’d written
    And what the words were of
    Then she met up with a boy
    Who took her for a ride
    He took away the words
    And left the pain inside
    And I don’t understand
    How a woman and a man fall in love

    But, then I met you
    Eyes bluer than the sky
    You were smiling at the fences
    And asking yourself why
    You couldn’t find another
    To take away your tears
    And I was hoping
    I could hide my own fears
    But now I understand
    How a woman and a man fall in love


    Rosie’s Theme
    Climbing your way to the top of the world
    You smile to yourself, ’cause you’re knowing
    Life is showing
    All the good sides
    And now, it’s up to you

    After a while it doesn’t seem so hard
    You’re hardly believing
    You’ve been receiving
    Love through all these trials

    Someday you’ll get where you’re going
    Someday you’ll look back and then
    You’ll find the answers are walking with you
    As each day begins


    Let Me Take Your Picture
    Rings of Saturn
    Make patterns on my wall
    The sun and the moon shake hands
    As they pass each other in the hall
    Jump out of bed
    To peek at the world

    Let me take your picture
    Let me take your picture
    Let me take your picture
    Let me take your picture

    One big peeping tom
    Keep on taking snapshots
    Don’t give me this right-from-wrong crap
    We’re both as classy as your momma’s nail polish
    I don’t read the papers
    It’s all bad news

    Let me take your picture
    Let me take your picture
    Let me take your picture
    Let me take your picture


    Hey! Where You Goin’?
    Hey! Where you goin’?
    Why don’t you stop and talk to me?
    Hey! Where you goin’?
    You’re always in such a great big hurry
    Hey! Where you goin’?
    Why don’t you stop this messin’ with me?
    Hey! Where you goin’?
    You’re full of too much hostility
    I can love you if you let me near
    You’ve got too much stuff on your mind
    I’ve got you on my…
    I can love you… I’d really, really love to
    Make you sit and relax for a while

    Don’t worry about the dirty clothes
    Heave ’em in a corner, throw them in the air
    They’ll land in separate piles
    Relax… relax… relax…
    You’re getting sleepy… now

    Hey! Where you goin’?
    I didn’t say we were history
    Hey! Where you goin’?
    Just because another boy decided to kiss me
    Who made you king, god, guru?
    Gave you the title of ownership?
    It’s my body, I share it with you
    But I’ll give you a well-intentioned tip:

    Let me love you
    I’d really, really love to
    Don’t throw us away, don’t destroy this home
    Don’t unlock what’s in the freezer, that’s dead skin…
    On bones…

    Hey! Where you goin’?
    Aren’t you even gonna say goodbye?
    Hey! Where you goin’?
    Take these coins, take my last sigh
    You can drop me like a high kick
    But I’m not pancake made of rubber and glue
    You’re gonna miss me
    I know you’ll miss me
    I’ll bet you already do

    Pass the syrup
    Moving forward
    I’m on the next empty plate
    But I still wish I had you
    Still wish I had you
    Oh, still wish I had you

    Pick up the phone
    Give me a call
    I can’t believe you don’t want to talk to me at all


    Grandma’s Featherbed
    After supper we’d sit around the fire,
    the old folks would spit and chew
    Pa would talk about the farm and the war
    and gran’d sing a ballad or two.
    I’d sit and listen and watch the fire
    till the cobwebs filled my head
    Next thing I’d know I’d wake up in the morning
    in the middle of the old feather bed.

    It was nine feet high and six feet wide
    and soft as a downy chick
    It was made from the feathers of fourty ‘leven geese
    took a whole bolt of cloth for the tick
    It could hold eight kids and four hound dogs
    and a piggy we stole from the shed
    We didn’t get much sleep but we had a lot of fun
    on grandma’s feather bed.


    False Pretenses
    What did you think you’d do the next time our eyes met?
    Did you think you would hide your head?
    Did you think someone would come over to my house and sweep away all those little things that you said?
    When the showers of loneliness rain down cold upon you, remember that you rue no fences
    And when you find another, don’t forget to find them shelter under false pretenses

    You didn’t send mixed signals, you sent me a light that was quite clearly green
    And you didn’t bend the truth, you just wrapped it ’round the same finger you wrapped me
    So when you find another who has, momentarily, taken leave of his senses
    He may join your collection if you give him protection under false pretenses

    So many times I believed those loving lies in your eyes
    And though I try not to cry when I learn I’ve been deceived

    Maybe now that we’re apart you’ll stop and think
    To tell the truth
    Or do you still take the stand, bleeding heart in hands, crying, “what’s the use?”
    And when, long at last, that fateful day has passed, you’re found guilty of your offenses
    Maybe then you’ll discover to quit running for cover of your false pretenses
    Oh, maybe then you’ll discover to quite running for cover of your false pretenses


    I Want to Go Swimming in Your Eyes
    I want to go swimming in your eyes
    But I don’t know how to swim
    I could use your nose as a diving board
    Do a double flip right in

    And at night, do you dream
    Any water, any fins
    Should I get involved?
    Brand new suit, just for you

    I want to go swimming in your eyes
    But I don’t know how to swim
    I could use your nose as a diving board
    Do a double flip right in

    Feel abstract, like I could float
    Around you all day
    Drop the anchor, pass the oil
    Your smile gives me a tan… you’re such a guy!

    Let’s paddle around Cape Cod
    Wave like Miss America to the other boys
    I kiss your fingers and you throw your head back
    Laughing like a god…

    I want to go swimming in your eyes
    I want to go swimming in your eyes
    I want to go swimming in your eyes
    I want to go swimming in your eyes


    Zippity Doo-Dah
    Sunny day
    Everything’s A-OK
    Happy neighborhood
    That’s where I’ve been…

    Zippity doo-dah, zippity-ay
    My, oh my, what a wonderful day
    Plenty of sunshine heading my way
    Zippity doo-dah, zippity-ay

    Mr. Bluebird’s on my shoulder
    It’s the truth — it’s actual
    Everything is satisfactual
    Zippity doo-dah, zippity-ay
    Wonderful feeling, wonderful day

    Zippity doo-dah, zippity-ay
    Wonderful feeling, wonderful day
    Plenty of sunshine heading my way
    Zippity doo-dah, zippity-ay

    Mr. Bluebird’s on my shoulder
    It’s the truth — it’s actual
    Everything is satisfactual
    Zippity doo-dah, zippity-ay
    Wonderful feeling, wonderful day

    Sunny day
    Everything’s A-OK
    Happy neighborhood
    That’s where I’ve been…
    Tell me how to get
    How to get to Sesame Street
    How to get to Sesame Street


    I Think I Love You
    I’m sleeping
    And right in the middle of a good dream
    Like, all at once I wake up
    From something that keeps knocking at my brain
    Before I go insane
    I put my pillow to my head
    And jump up in my bed
    Screaming out the words I dread:
    “I think I love you!”
    “I think I love you!”

    This morning, I woke up with this feeling
    I didn’t know how to deal with
    And so I just decided to myself
    I’d hide it to myself
    And never talk about it
    But did not go and shout it
    When you walked into the room.
    “I think I love you!”
    “I think I love you!”

    I think I love you
    So what am I so afraid of?
    I’m afraid that I’m not sure of
    A love there is no cure for
    I think I love you
    Isn’t that what life is made of?
    Though it worries me to say
    I’ve never felt this way

    I don’t know what I’m up against
    I’ve got so much to figure out
    I don’t know what it’s all about
    Hey . . .

    I think I love you
    So what am I so afraid of?
    I’m afraid that I’m not sure of
    A love there is no cure for
    I think I love you
    Isn’t that what life is made of?
    Though it worries me to say
    I’ve never felt this way

    Believe me
    You really don’t have to worry
    I only want to make you happy
    And if you say, “hey, go away,” I will
    But I think better still
    I better stay around and love you
    Do you think I have a case?
    Let me ask you to your face:
    “I think I love you…”
    “Do you think you love me, too?”

    I think I love you
    So what am I so afraid of?
    I’m afraid that I’m not sure of
    A love there is no cure for
    I think I love you
    Isn’t that what life is made of?
    Though it worries me to say
    I’ve never felt this way

    I think I love you
    I think I love you
    I think I love you

    I think I hate you
    I think I hate you
    C’mere and let me hate you
    I really think I hate you
    You make me sick
    I think I hate you
    Ooh, I think I hate you
    Come here and let me, let me hate you
    I think I hate you. . .

    I love you.


    Take Me With You
    Clock is ticking somewhere down the hall
    Candle playing shadows on the wall
    Echoes of my life with you
    I hear my heartbeat calling

    Sixty years was not enough for me
    To show how much our love has grown to be
    Now I see you dying to be
    Free I want to follow

    There’s so many reasons why
    I love you,
    I can’t say goodbye

    Take me with you, take me when you go
    Take me with you, take me when you go
    Take me with you, take me when you go
    Take me with you, take me when you go
    When you go

    Found a way to laugh when life seemed black
    Travelled to the stars and brought them back
    Take the lead, you’ll leave a crack
    A crack in this foundation

    Every precious memory
    Will carry me
    Don’t say goodbye

    Take me with you, take me when you go
    Take me with you, take me when you go
    Take me with you, take me when you go
    Take me with you, take me when you go
    When you go


    Romania
    The hills are covered with the riches of your land
    So when I reach the city, it’s so hard to understand
    The silent ruins of a twisted-hearted man
    Oh, oh, Romania

    The streets aren’t streets of gold, but swirling clouds of clay
    Behind the bars of cribs I’ve seen the children play
    My heart is heavy with what I’ve witnessed here today
    Oh, oh, Romania
    Ah, Romania

    Oh, where are the gentle eyes to watch over you?
    Who holds you to their breast to sing you through the night?
    What can one person do to set these wrongs to right?
    Oh, oh, Romania
    Ah, Romania

    Each face a human face, how easy we forget
    The suffering we could end before another day’s sunset
    Mothers calling out all over the world
    Oh, Romania
    Ah, Romania

    Oh, where are the gentle eyes to watch over you?
    Who holds you to their breast to sing you through the night?
    What can one person do to set these wrongs to right?
    Oh, oh, Romania
    Oh, Romania

    Oh, Somalia…
    Oh, South Korea…
    Oh, India…
    Oh, North Korea…
    Oh, China…
    Oh, Africa…
    Oh, South America…
    Oh, Bosnia…
    Oh, Romania…


    Like a Collar on a Dog
    And when you look around, what do you see?
    Nothing but empty spaces, free
    Don’t you know by now
    What you want to be?

    Let me tell you now, I think
    You are eternally lost
    You have listened to advice
    But forgotten about the cost
    Do you need me so badly?
    Like a collar on a dog

    Well, I gave you everything I could
    I took you out into the world and I
    Taught you how to dance
    Showed you where the flowers grew
    But you passed up the chance

    And in the morning
    Will you miss me when I’m gone?
    Will you cry into the mirror, ask yourself just what went wrong?
    Can you face the day
    Knowing you’re a fool?

    Whoa, Wake up!
    Perk up, you precious puppy
    Wake up!
    The gate is open!

    Wake up!
    Buck up, you precious puppy
    Wake up!
    The gate is open!

    Well, I gave you everything I could
    I took you out into the world and I
    Taught you how to dance
    Showed you where the flowers grew
    But you passed up the chance

    And in the morning
    Will you miss me when I’m gone?
    Will you cry into the mirror, ask yourself just what went wrong?
    Can you face the day
    Knowing you’re the fool?

    Wake up, wake up!


    Radiation Man
    he came in a flying saucer…
    he landed in the middle of the day in the middle of the
    little town

    oh, the silver side door opened
    with a whoosh ping-pang klunk kind of sound
    people were running around
    they were giant ants
    lost within their own reaction

    out came a shining silver man…
    silver feet, silver head, silver manicured hands
    as he opened his eyes… he smiled with surprise at the sight before him

    without meaning any harm….he eagerly waved “hello!”
    but as he did he released a radioactive glow…

    radiation man…aah…radiation man…aah…radiation man…aah.
    is having a bad day day day day day day day
    having a bad day

    well, the swarthy head honcho of this town
    was the minister of caffeine
    the minister was shocked when his secretary burst into the office, screaming:
    “it’s judgement day… and Satan’s wearing silver!”
    they rushed outside to see… an insane scene from a picture show
    a silver saucer and a silver man… and bodies on the ground still smoking
    “my God, what is this?!” he cried…
    “look at my people, they’ve all been fried!!!”

    radiation man…aah…radiation man…aah…radiation man…aah.
    is having a bad day day day day day day day
    having a bad day

    well, the minister ran back inside… he had to think for awhile while he had to hide
    he rang up his sister, irene…. a down to earth woman with the endowments of a homecoming queen
    irene raced frantically down to the climatic square, where
    dead as the beat of a clock
    her eyes locked on a silver hunk of man….

    now, this is what the space man saw… a multi-colored, multi-stacked human package
    he whistled loud and he whistled low… irene turned as red as a christmas bow…
    irene’s heart fluttered in time
    to her lovely lashes
    but the spaceman’s kiss turned irene’s blissful body
    into
    a
    pile of
    ashes

    radiation man…aah…radiation man…aah…radiation man…aah.
    is having a bad day day day day day day day
    having a bad day

    now if you travel in space
    for business or pleasure or to visit an alien race
    just remember this tale of woe
    for as i have mentioned
    you could be well-intentioned
    or…
    you could be the foe
    simply by saying, “hello!”
    yes, you could be the foe….

    radiation man…aah…radiation man…aah…radiation man…aah.
    is having a bad day day day day day day day
    having a bad day