Verse (A1): Shining a light in my memory And on all the things I thought I’d be. It’s been so long in my lonely room In the frozen gloom where no flowers bloom Chorus (B1): Nicaragua moon in the month of June A girl’s perfume, a half-remembered tune Every day I say I’ll be on my way See you late and soon, Nicaragua moon Verse (A2): I fought Somoza. I swear the man was mad But the Sandinistas took everything we had It’s been so long in the northern gloom. Where diesel engines fume, and no flowers bloom. Chorus (B2): Nicaragua moon Above the ocean dunes A child’s balloon, a half-remembered tune Every day I say I’ll be on my way See you late and soon, Nicaragua moon Bridge (C): One summer night, I’ll be back again. You’ll shine so bright, but I don’t know when. Nicaragua moon, Nicaragua moon. Verse 1 reprise, Chorus & Bridge FINE

Blues in the morning, blues at noon Blues in September, December and June Blues in Salalah and in Bahrain Blues in the desert and in misty rain Blues on the ceiling, blues on the floor Blues in Toronto, and in Baltimore Blues in Cape Town, and Johannesburg Walking down the street, or just sitting on the curb Chorus (B1): Blues in the belfry, hanging upside down Buzzards up above, circling around Each waking moment and each breath I take I tried your spicy chili, now I got a stomach ache Blues in Cairo, walking by the Nile Let’s rent a felucca and have dinner in style I no longer care what anyone thinks Let’s drive out to Giza and stand by the Sphinx Blues in Melbourne, blues in Perth Blues at twilight, blues at birth Lost in the Outback, dying of thirst You won’t be the last, you were not the first Chorus (B2): Blues for billy goats and whooping cranes I like omelettes, you like quiche Lorraine I wait by the window, I’m walking the floor Told me you loved me, then showed me the door. Blues in the kitchen, and in the fridge Blues in the Bronx, and on the Brooklyn Bridge Blues with the Yankees, blues with the Mets I guess I forgot to remember to forget Blues in Barbados, and in Belize, Look at that falcon way up in the breeze No one to turn to, no one to call I had the world on a string, then I lost it all Chorus (B3): Blues at St. Catherine’s and Sharm el Shaikh With every meal, in breath you take Time is rocket, blasting out of sight Blues at sunrise, blues in the night Blues in the morning, blues at noon Blues in September, December and June Blues in Salalah and in Bahrain Blues in the desert and in misty rain

My mama skipped when I was three Left a pile of bills for daddy and me A yoga mat and a box of herbal tea Daddy says she flew the coop To study yoga in Guadeloupe She was always wild and fancy-free. But that crazy gal was so perverse Her parting gift was an awful curse Before she left, she went and named me Floyd My childhood was a horror show Low self-esteem and vertigo I needed weekly time with Sigmund Freud You all know teenage girls are mean But they can turn into wolverines And there was no mercy for a girl named Floyd Chorus: Life ain’t easy for a girl named Floyd Feel like you’re livin’ on an asteroid Beyond this world, when you’re a girl named Floyd I took all sorts of vile abuse Now and then I blew my fuse And I had to rearrange a face or two So I took up mixed martial arts And made my way in fits and starts And got myself some colourful tattoos Then I got strong and I turned pro And made my debut in Mexico And the MMA became my family People loved the girl named Floyd But for all the success I enjoyed I never could forget what that woman did to me. Chorus: Life’s no party for a girl named Floyd It’s easy to get paranoid Life ain’t no pearl, when you’re a girl named Floyd One fateful night in San Antone I fought a Cajun named Simone She charged like a bull and kicked like a kangaroo When I finally won a split decision I was queen of cable television They brought champagne and whisky to my room There were camera crews and journalists Writing clever lines about my fists My manager and team were overjoyed Then someone whispered from behind “Don’t mean to ruin your peace of mind. But it’s good to see that you have done so well.” I turned around and realized Standing there with a glint in her eyes Was the crazy gal who named me Floyd. Well I went flying for her throat But she was as quick as a billy goat She threw a chair and then all hell broke loose. Chorus: Life’s no picnic for a girl named Floyd Sometimes you really want to get destroyed And then just hurl, when you’re a girl named Floyd Well, I know I’ve fought tougher gals But never one who bit and snarled Like this mean and daffy Mama Goose. She tried to stick her fingers in my eyes But I deflected and to my surprise She pulled a blade and said, “This ain’t no joke!” So I hit her twice upside the head, And she went down like she was dead And I sat on her and applied my favourite choke She gasped, “I guess you win the fight. And I know you hate me and you got the right. But I hope you will allow me to explain. “Only the paranoid survive, And I’d not be there to help you thrive. But I prayed you’d grow up strong and unafraid. So, I gave you that name and said so long. You’d either die or you’d get strong. And that awful name gave you tenacity. But I’m sorry I give you that ball and chain You can hate me and I won’t complain But I am proud of all that you’ve achieved.” Chorus: Life ain’t easy for a girl named Floyd Sometimes you want to get destroyed Life ain’t no pearl, when you’re a girl named Floyd Well I helped her up and my eyes were wet She opened up about all her regret, About how leaving me and daddy broke her heart. Well I’m still the queen of MMA And she’s in my corner night and day And we help each other fill that lonesome void It’s nice to have a crazy ma To watch your back and ice your jaw And if I ever have a daughter, I think I’ll name her Isabelle, Karen, Jennifer – anything but Floyd. With a tip of the hat to the Man in Black. God bless you, Mr. Cash

Black cat scratching on the ground What’s he scratching, what has he found? Big old black cat scratching on the ground Daylight, saw a chicken dripping blood Twilight, saw a baby doll made of mud Daylight, saw a chicken dripping blood Something’s out there howling, howling in the night Midnight in the graveyard, I’m almost dead with fright Something’s out there howling, howling in the night Chorus: Black Cat Blues, I got the Black Cat Blues Somebody, turn the screws, light the fuse And mix the booze. Black Cat Blues There’s a hunter moon, sailing like a ghost Don’t my name look spooky on that crooked post? Hunter moon, sailing like a ghost I got a voodoo woman; says she loves me through and through “But don’t cheat on me. There’s no telling what I’ll do!” My black magic woman says she loves me through & through Chorus: Black Cat Blues, Black Cat Blues Somebody, turn the screws, and light the fuse Where’d you get that bruise?

You got hair rising high, you got a spray-on tan Twinkle in your eye, like a droll orangutan I like goofy stories and I like goofy grins Like you all have a secret and want to let us in I must admit we’re living in ‘Legendary Times’ I know where you’re going, I can read between the lines Your daddy was a Greek, you mom, Episcopalian You ain’t saying it was aliens, but it was aliens I’m devoted to the channel, I’m on the mailing list I wish my profession was Ufologist They say Roswell’s kind of quirky Make a left at Albuquerque I know a guy named Luther, says he’s from the future He runs a Mr. Submarine and rides a motor scooter. He made me a BLT, and an X-ray of his cranium He said, “I’m not sayin’ it was aliens - but it was aliens…” King Arthur and his knights were ancient astronauts. The Nazca Lines in old Peru, a cosmic parking lot I hope the UFOs can land and sort us out We are as conscious as a plate of sauerkraut You got hair rising high, you got a spray-on tan Twinkle in your eye, like a droll orangutan Your daddy was a Greek, you mom, Episcopalian You ain’t saying it was aliens, but it was aliens