Cooktunes-Bill Cook

One More Heartache 

You’ve been talking in your sleep a lot. 
Are you guilty, or are you not? 
I’ve seen a friend of mine today, 
Oh, the words that he had to say. 
He saw you with another man; 
That’s just something I don’t understand. 

Chorus: 
One more heartache, 
I can’t take it anymore. 
One more heartache, 
I can’t take it anymore. 
I can’t take it anymore 

I’ve suspected for a little while. 
I can tell the difference in your smile. 
When I look into your eyes, I see 
An Ice cold reflection of me, 
And sometimes when I hold your hand, 
I can tell you love another man. 

Chorus: 

I don’t think I can go on no more. 
Can’t find anything to live for. 
If you think you’d like to try again, 
You’re welcome baby to a one night stand. 

Chorus: (repeat) (ad-lib) 

© W. Cook

Minot Rap  Play Song 

Minot, Minot, Why not Minot? You wanna reason why? 
Then please stand by. It’s cold. It’s cold. 
You’re getting cabin fever and you wanna place to go; 
You’d better stay inside, ‘cause it’s forty-five below. 
You drive through McDonald’s, I wish you good luck. 
Try to row the window down, but the darn thing’s stuck. 
You gonna get a car? Get a four-wheel-drive, 
If you can’t get four then you’d better get five. 
It’s cold. 
If you stop on a hill, your wheels spin round. 
You can’t go up, so you gotta go down. 
If you live in North Dakota, then you better buy a shovel. 
If you gotta bad back, then you’re gonna have trouble. 
It’s Cold. In Minot, it’s cold. 
You get up every morning and you check upon the weather, 
But it’s always getting worse, instead of getting better. 
I like things different; it really is nice, 
But you’ve gotta be jokin’ if you’re fishin’ on the ice. 
That’s cold. That’s cold. In Minot, that’s cold. 

Break: 
But I gotta be fair, it’s gotta really nice summer. 
It only last a week. Well, isn’t that a bummer. 
There’s a few more things, besides the fact it’s frozen, 
Gotta make it to the store before Sunday closing. 

It really is amazing they don’t have a leaning tower. 
I know the winds in Pizza don’t blow forty miles an hour. 
To figure out to move, you don’t have to be Plato, 
Especially when you house gets hit by a tornado. 
That’s cold. Man, that’s cold. 
If you’re gonna live in Minot, it isn’t really tragic. 
But, let’s be honest. Can we really call it magic? 
If you wanna go south, you don’t have to be a bird. 
Just remember that I told you, and now you got the word. 
It’s cold. It’s cold. 
If you’re gonna live in Minot, remember you’ve been told. 
I got nothin’ ‘gainst the city. It’s just too cold. 
It’s cold. It’s cold. In Minot, it’s cold. 
M M M M M M Minot, that’s cold. That’s Minot. That’s cold. 

Repeat first verse. 
© W. Cook

I Wanna Be You  Play Song 

You’re a lucky man who understands 
That luck can come and go 
Like a flash in the pan 
You’ve got forty more years 
So you’d better measure life with coffee spoons 
Champagne, caviar, brunettes and blondes 
You sleep through the morning 
And the days go by 
Nonstop ‘til you drop, blow your top 
Or until the cops drop by 

Chorus: 
Life is so short and chances are so few 
We only go around one time 
And if that’s true 
I wanna be you (wanna be, wanna be) 
I wanna be you (wanna be, wanna be) 
I wanna be you (wanna be, wanna be) 
I wanna be you 

Oh, your hair’s so perfect 
Makes it all worth it when the sun goes down 
You’re so free,  it must be absolutely heavenly (what a life) 
You’re well bred and comforted 
A certified, satisfied, gratified hedonist (check it out) 
Don’t know what you’ve got or where you got it, but I want some 

Chorus: 

You think you wanna be me 
But there’s things you just can’t see 
From where you stand 
Money doesn’t make a man and I do al I can 
To be like you 
You improvise but never, ever compromise 
An otherwise sticky situation 
A lucky man who understands 
That life can come and go 
Like a flash in the pan 

Chorus: (fade) 

    © W. Cook