Originally published April 21, 2024, on www.Aeolus13umbra.com.
Production shooting schedule for July 17, 1979. |
“The Revenge Song” lyrics page from an original Hot Hero Sandwich episode 1 script. |
The Revenge Song
Chorus:
Let’s sing about peace on Earth.
No, no, no, I want to sing about revenge.
Let’s sing about love, love, love.
No, no. I’d rather sing about revenge.
When I was in fifth grade, many years ago
Billy MacGown stole my radio
He made fun of my mother, he broke my bike.
He was the meanest kid I ever knew.
Every afternoon at three o’clock he’d be waiting for me
Out in the parking lot
He used to throw me down on the ground and kick me in the stomach
Real hard till I turned black and blue.
Chorus:
Let’s sing about the birds and the bees.
No, no, no, I want to sing about revenge.
Let’s sing about the flowers and the trees.
No, no. I am talking ‘bout revenge.
For ten long years I studied kung fu.
I practice karate and jujitsu too.
For ten long years I worked out every day
Till I was stronger than I was ever before.
I jogged and swam and I lifted the weight.
I had to register my hands with New York State.
And when I felt I was ready I took a bus back home
And I knocked on Billy’s door.
Chorus:
Let’s sing about the Woodstock nation.
No, no, man. I’m singing ‘bout revenge.
Let’s sing about the good vibration.
Will you shut-up! Can’t you see I’m talking ‘bout revenge.
I said, “Hey man, remember me?
I was a little kid then but as you can see
I ain’t no more. Now get on out here.
You’re gonna get what’s coming to you.”
He threw me down on the ground and began to kick me real hard.
I said, “Oh, no, not again.”
He probably would have killed me if they hadn’t pulled him off.
It still hurts me right here every time I take a breath.
Chorus:
Let’s sing about peace on Earth.
Peace on Earth? Sounds good to me.
Let’s sing about love, love, love.
I don’t want to hear no more about revenge.
I still can’t touch my toes.
Do you want to see my scar?
Love, love, love, love, love, love.
Playing Hard to Get
by Andy Breckman
There used to be a girl named Linda living down the street.
She used to scream and run away whenever we would meet.
Everytime I’d telephone she’d hang right up – and yet
I think she really liked me, but was playing hard to get.
Sometimes I used to follow her as she’d come down the block.
She used to say if you don’t quit I’m gonna call a cop.
How them handcuffs pinched my wrist I never will forget.
She was crazy for my lovin’, just playing hard to get.
One time she beat me up so bad
My leg was in a sling.
I hobbled around for half a year,
Love’s a many splendored thing!
I understand she’s married now and living in L.A.
She’s got two kids already with another on the way
She’s never called or written me but still I do suspect
She’s crazy for my loving, just playing hard to get.
All the girls adore me, they’re just playing hard to get.
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