Peter McLean

Peter McLean

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Cheater's Moon

Written By: Peter D. McLean/Gordon Hilliker

CHEATER’S MOON

Friday night at half past eight
He calls her up, says, “I’m working late.
Sorry, honey, so much to do.
See you in the morning, and I love you”.

She hangs up and turns away
Thinks of something she forgot to say
Calls him back and lets it ring
But there’s no-one answering.

Cheater’s moon sees another fool
Through a window in a hotel room, breaking all the rules
Lying to the one he loves
Lying to himself
Lying in another’s arms when there’s someone else
It’s a cheater’s moon.

Nine o’clock, tuck the kids in bed
Daddy’s kiss comes from her instead
How could he do this one more time
When there’s so much on the line?

Cheater’s moon sees another fool
Through a window in a hotel room, breaking all the rules
Lying to the one he loves
Lying to himself
Lying in another’s arms when there’s someone else
It’s a cheater’s moon.
Lying to the one he loves
Lying to himself
Lying in another’s arms when there’s someone else
It’s a cheater’s moon.

Full moon shining on an empty highway
Taxi waiting for her in the driveway
She puts her key in a mailbox by the door.

It’s a cheater’s moon

Kill The TV

Written By: Peter D. Mclean

KILL THE TV

Take that paper from my door
I can’t read it anymore
It looks like gossip and it’s not my war
So, take that paper from door

Burn that billboard on my street
I know what I like to eat
Got all I need to make my life complete
So, burn that billboard on my street

But bring that guitar over here
We’ll kill the TV
Crack a beer
Sing me something from your soul
I’ll take it with me when I go

Make that streetlight go away
It’s nearly midnight, not midday
I can’t hear nothing that the stars might say
So, make that streetlight go away

But bring that fiddle over here
We’ll kill the TV
And crack a beer
I love the fire in your bow
I’ll take it with me when I go

Get those gods out of my face
Got far too many for this place
It just took One to make the human race
So, get those gods out of my face

But bring those choirs over here
We’ll kill the TV
Crack a beer
There must be a song that we all know
We’ll take it with us when we go

Kill the TV

It's A Predictable Life

Written By: Peter D. McLean

She’s somethin’, I’m nothin’, but she’s somethin’
She’s lovely and I’m ugly, but man, she’s lovely
I never could get what I want when I want it
Never could have what I need when I need it
Love my predictable, love my predictable,
Love my predictable life.

She’s Mensa, La Senza, Mercedes Benza
I’m Lada, zip-nada, pina colada
She always gets what she wants when she wants it
She always has what she needs when she needs it
Loves her predicatable, loves her predictable
Loves her predicatable life

It don’t take no fortune teller
I know what’s gonna go down
There ain’t no surprises, no various sizes
When crisis arises I’ve found
It’s a predictable life,
It’s a predictable life,
So predictable

I don’t want no Nostradamus
Let me tell you why
It’s a matter of history, nothin’s a mystery
As long as you open your eyes and look

She’s cruisin’, he’s schmoozin’ and I’m losin’
Forsaken, my heart’s breakin’, man, look, she’s taken
But she wouldn’t want what I want when I want it
She wouldn’t need what I need, so, who needs her?
Love my predictable, love my predictable,
Love my predictable life
It’s a predictable life, it’s a predictable life
It’s a predictable life, it’s a predictable life
It’s predictable, life.

Music & Lyrics © 2001 Peter D. McLean

Everybody Loves Me ('cept you)

Written By: Peter D. McLean


I got rings on my fingers, tattoos on my toes
They all talk about me wherever I go
I’ve been called a wise kind of guy, and it’s nice
That everyone listens when I give advice

My ego is healthy and so is my mind
The last boss I had said I’m one of a kind
Yes, I’m an unblemished, original man
And you’re an enigma I can’t understand

‘Cause everybody loves me, ‘cept you
What I can’t figure out is what I should do
Brush my teeth, comb my hair, buy some new underwear
Get a job, fix my car, change my seat at the bar
‘Cause it looks like I just met my Waterloo
Everybody loves me, ‘cept you

I like meat and potatoes, pretzels and beer
Chewin’ tobacco and huntin’ for deer
I’ve suave (pr: “swaive”), I’m debonair (pr: “day-boner”), the picture of health
A perfect example of faith in one’s self

And everybody loves me, ‘cept you
What I can’t figure out is what I should do
Tilt my hat, blow my nose, buy some fancy new clothes
Wear a tie, shine my shoes, get this face on the news
‘Cause it looks like I just met my Waterloo
Everybody loves me, ‘cept you

I polish my pick-up on weekends for fun
A home-lovin’, do nothin’, son-of-a-gun
I love like a Romeo, fight like a man
But this here’s a battle got way out of hand

So before I shut-up, girl, here’s one final word
Forget all that good stuff you probably heard
Those glowing reports of my personal wealth
There’s nothin’ like findin’ things out fer yerself

And everybody loves me, ‘cept you
What I can’t figure out is what I should do
Clip my nails, lift some weights, cancel all of my dates
Play checkers, play chess, go to church and confess
I’ll go here, I’ll go there, just about anywhere
I’ll do this, I’ll do that, I’ll even talk nice to my cat
‘Cause it looks like I just met my Waterloo
Everybody loves me, ‘cept you
Now the one thing I won’t change is my attitude
Everybody loves me
Everybody loves me
Everybody loves me, ‘cept you

Music & Lyrics © 1992 Peter D. McLean

Love Is Great

Written By: Tim Seaman/Peter McLean

Spoken: Hi there, mom, hi there, dad
Hi, good girls, hi, boys bad
Have you got a few minutes for some country “rap”
While mom’s cookin’ this and dad’s buildin’ that
You see, Tim and me, we wrote this song
About somethin’ he’s had in his heart too long
It’s a little bit country, or gospel swing
But we don’t like rap so, come on boys, sing

Chorus…… Love, love, what is love?
Love is a thing that hovers above
Love, love, what is love?
Love is a gift from the Man up above

Love is great, love is grand, it should be spread throughout the land
Love for you, love for me, Love for us eternally, oh...

Chorus:

Love is somethin’ you cannot hold, you gotta give it ‘cause it can’t be sold
Love is something, I believe, the more that you give, well, the more you receive, so...

Chorus:

Love is somethin’ greater than man, it’s even greater than his life span
Take all the world’s troubles rolled up in one, and “love is greater”, so sayeth the Son, oh...

Chorus:

Spoken: Well, lookee here, boys, lookee here, girls
Look what we’ve done to His pretty world
All this fussin’ and fightin’, it’s got us in knots
We’ll lose what we have if we don’t love what we’ve got
Well, I got you, and you got me
And we got us, it’s plain to see
This country rap is at an end
So, sing with me brothers, sing with me friends

Chorus: (twice)

Love is great, love is grand, it should be spread throughout the land
Love for you, love for me, love for us eternally
Love is great.

Music & Lyrics © 1989 Tim Seaman & Peter D. McLean

We're Coming Too

Written By: Peter D. McLean

We’ve stood at this crossroad before
With an eye and a hand on the door
There’s a suitcase that’s waiting upstairs on the bed
For your boots and your jeans, and that book you half read

Well, I’m not going to beg you to stay
It’s a choice that your heart has to make.
But there’s milk in the bottle and toys down the hall
And I’m wondering if you can see them at all

So before you go
There’s only one thing I can say

Goodbye is forever, someday soon is too long
See you later means never, and Adios is a song
So where do you think you’re going
With no one to watch over you?
That ring on your finger is showing.
Won’t you wait while I find us some shoes
If you’re leaving, then we’re coming too

Remember that dark winter night
When we couldn’t afford candlelight
That old house on the highway was falling apart
And it all hit the fan when the truck wouldn’t start

So your daddy, he tore up in his car
He said,“darlin’, that boy won’t go far
You’ve got a babe in your belly, he’s got no work in this town.
I’m gonna buy you a lawyer, girl, put your feet back on the ground”

On that cold, black night
You came to my side in the rain (and you said to me…)

“Goodbye is forever, someday soon is too long
See you later means never, and Adios is a song
So where do you think you’re going
With no one to watch over you?
That ring on your finger is showing.
Won’t you wait while I find us some shoes
If you’re leaving, then we’re coming too”

I won’t say that I love you
You should know that by now
I hold half of this ticket
And I want the whole ride
We can make it somehow

‘Cause goodbye is forever, someday soon is too long
See you later means never, and Adios is a song
So where do you think you’re going
With no one to watch over you?
The ring on your finger is showing.
Won’t you wait while I find us some shoes
If you’re leaving, we’re coming too
So, what did you think we would do?
If you’re leaving, then we’re coming too

Music & Lyrics © 1993 Peter D. McLean