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Subterranean Homesick Blues
Harry Nilsson
Produced by John Lennon
Track Listing
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- 3:45
‘Subterranean Homesick Blues’ was released in 1974 as the second single from Harry Nilsson’s album Pussy Cats, produced by John Lennon.

Harry Nilsson
Produced by John Lennon
‘Subterranean Homesick Blues’ was released in 1974 as the second single from Harry Nilsson’s album Pussy Cats, produced by John Lennon.
Pussy Cats
Harry Nilsson: vocals, electric piano, piano
Klaus Voormann: bass
The Masked Albert Kids Chorale: chorus
Jim Kelter: drums
Keith Moon: drums
Ringo Starr: drums
Danny Kootch: guitar
Jesse Ed Davis: guitar
Jane Getz: piano
Ken Ascher: piano
Bobby Keys: saxophone
Jim Horn: saxophone
Trevor Lawrence: saxophone
Sneeky Pete: steel guitar
Chuck Findley: Trombone
Produced by John Lennon
Johnny's in the basement
Mixing up the medicine
I'm on the pavement
Thinking about the government
The man in a trench coat
Badge out, laid off
Says he's got a bad cough
Wants to get it paid off
Look out, kid
It's somethin' you did
God knows when
But you're doin' it again
You better duck down the alley way
Lookin' for a new friend
A man in a coon-skin cap
In a pig pen
Wants eleven dollar bills
You only got ten.
Maggie comes fleet foot
Face full of black soot
Talkin' that the heat put
Plants in the bed but
The phone's tapped anyway
Maggie says that many say
They must bust in early May
Orders from the DA
Look out, kid
Don't matter what you did
Walk on your tip toes
Don't tie no bows
Better stay away from those
That carry around a fire hose
Keep a clean nose
Watch the plainclothes
You don't need a weather man
To know which way the wind blows.
Ah, get sick, get well
Hang around an ink well
Ring bell, hard to tell
If anything is gonna sell
Try hard, get barred
Get back, write Braille
Get jailed, jump bail
Join the army, if you fail
Look out kid
You're gonna get hit
By losers, cheaters
Six-time users
Hanging 'round the theaters
Girl by the whirlpool is
Lookin' for a new fool
Don't follow leaders
Watch the parkin' meters.
Ah, get born, keep warm
Short pants, romance, learn to dance
Get dressed, get blessed
Try to be a success
Please her, please him, buy gifts
Don't steal, don't lift
Twenty years of schoolin'
And they put you on the day shift
Look out kid
They keep it all hid
Better jump down a manhole
Light yourself a candle
Don't wear sandals
Try to avoid the scandals
Don't wanna be a bum
You better chew gum
The pump don't work
'Cause the vandals took the handles.
Mucho Mungo, sweet thing
Sweetest little thing I've ever seen
Must have been a sweet dream
Brought you here
Brought you through the sorrow and the tears.
C'est la, c'est la, c'est la vie
Sail upon the ocean, sail with me
Sail into tomorrow every day
Looking for the sunshine through the haze.
But wait, what's this?
I see, could it be?
Mount Elga, Mount Elga, a high mountain
I climb as I'm dreaming ah-ah
Mount Elga, Mount Elga, a high mountain
I climb as I'm dreaming, catchin me hell.
To climb this hill
The more I try to climb
I'm slipping still.
Me body run down
Me feeling weak
The more I try to climb up
This mountain peak.
Mucho Mungo, sweet thing
Sweetest little thing since sweet sixteen.
C'est la, c'est la, c'est la vie
Sail across the ocean, sail with me.