Boston Outtakes

The best cover of the most un-coverable rock anthem of all-time.

Sainted

More Than a Feeling

She's tearing up the road to our humble abode.
Tires ripped to shreds as pieces fly above our heads.
I don't care because she's my girl and I wouldn't want any other car in the world.

So she's fixed with masking tape, gas needle's in the red.
Her brakes are gone but the stereo's new. Turn signals are broken, too but....
I don't care 'cuz she's my girl and I wouldn't want any other car in the world.

F  O  R  D      E  S  C  O  R  T     E  X  P.....  F  O  R  D.   It's an EXP.
F  O  R  D      E  S  C  O  R  T     E  X  P.....  F  O  R  D.   It's an EXP.

Just barely missed the overpass. Who needs brakes when you've got gas?
Packs a punch with a little mass. Kick my car and I'll KICK YOUR ASS BUTT!

I don't care 'cuz she's my girl and I wouldn't want any other car in the world.


F  O  R  D      E  S  C  O  R  T     E  X  P.....  F  O  R  D.   It's an EXP.
F  O  R  D      E  S  C  O  R  T     E  X  P.....  F  O  R  D.   She's a Cadillac to me.


Ford EXP (She's A Cadillac To Me)

On my own, pretending he's beside me.
All alone, I walk with him till morning.
Without him, I feel his arms around me.
And when I lose my way I close my eyes and he has found me.

In the rain the pavement shines like silver.
All the lights are misty in the river.
In the darkness, the trees are full of starlight.
And all I see is him and me forever and forever.

And I know it's only in my mind.
That I'm talking to myself and not to him.
And although I know that he is blind,
Still I say, there's a way for us.

I love him, but when the night is over he is gone.
The river's just a river.
Without him, the world around me changes,
The trees are bare and everywhere the streets are full of strangers.

I love him but every day I'm learning all my life
I've only been pretending. (YEAH!)
Without me, his world will go on turning,
A world that's full of happiness that I have never known.

I love him.
I love him.
I love him.
But only on my own.


On My Own (Les Miserables)

What would you do if your team let you down?
What would you do if they drove your career to the ground?
They said that you'd pitch forever, that your arm would never end!
They said that you'd pitch forever, your arm would never end! Go!

And now you're pitching for the Angels in heaven.
The one irritation---you're playing every position.
You won't stress your pitches, only sliders are a problem.
Baptize me with your fastball. You're sainted!

All the promises made to you that didn't apply...
Ever since then we've been asking "Why?!"
They say "there's always next year", 
But with the Tigers that's all you'll hear.
Fuck off, Sparky! Why must you turn Tiger Stadium into a den of lies?!

And now you're pitching for the Angels in heaven.
It's a one man rotation---you're playing every position.
You won't stress your pitches, only sliders are a problem.
Baptize me with your fastball. You're sainted!

At the pearly gates, St. Peter awaits to admit you into the Hall of Fame in heaven.


SainTed?!

I can't sleep at night because I'm thinking about you, baby.
The way that I hold you tight. The day that I won't accept your "maybe's".

And I can't find your rhythm, and I can't find your beat.
And I can't find your tempo, and I can't find your street.

Maybe we can date in heaven.
Maybe we'll walk down the aisle hand in hand.
Maybe we can date in heaven?
Maybe one day you will understand.

I will be there when you need me, I will see that you are safe.
I will hold you when you're scared and I will kiss yoru tears away.
You are sacred and I know this. I have tried to tell you, dear.
But it seems that life just doesn't want you to be.

Maybe we can date in heaven.
Maybe we'll walk down the aisle hand in hand.
Maybe we can date in heaven?
Maybe one day you will understand.

Maybe we can date, maybe we can date, maybe we can date,
Maybe we can date in heaven.

Maybe We Can Date In Heaven

When I was a boy, Sega Genesis was (I played for hours) my best friend.
Search and destroy (Reporting. Aknowleded). 
Do it to the end.
Contra on Nintendo.
Mega Bomberman was my friend, too.
General Chaos.
There's nothing else to do.

Then I grew up.....

Going to catch a flick at the Beacon East.
We won't make it. I'd go faster on my feet.
Going to use the accelerator, the street cleaner is passing us.

Up! Up! Down! Down! Left Right, Left Right, B A Start!

The Primordial Battle Between Good And Evil (Video Game Song)

Franky T's gone away. To where, I don't know.
But if you show me the map to his heart, I'd follow it wherever it goes.
There's no amount of money that can keep me away from you now.
I love you Frank, just like the father I've always had.
I'll find a way to make the courts think you're my dad.

Why won't you return my phone calls?
Come on, dad, is it something I said?
Makes me think of that game vs. the Phillies,
When you threw a no-hitter oh yeah.

There's no amount of money that can keep me away from you now.
I love you Frank. Just like the father I've always had.
I'll find a way to make the courts think you're my dad.
I love you Frank. Just like the father I've always had.
I'll find a way to make the courts think you're my dad.

Where have you gone, Frank Tanana?
I wonder where you've been.
You've been out of my life, but not out of my mind.
I'll never be apart again.
Oh yeah, Frankie.

My life is nothing without you, Frank.
Remember that season? It was 1982.
Eighteen strikeouts, eighteen losses, hope that you stay true.
Because I love you.
Because I love you.
The Tigers miss you, dad.

Where Have You Gone, Frank Tanana?

Some damn kids hit my hive with their stick.
I will sting them back to the bowels of hell from whence they came.

They can't sting. They can't fly.
They can't gather nectar so let's pollinate just you and I.

That fat bastard of a bear keeps stealing my honey!
They call him "Winnie the Poo".
If you ask me, honestly, he's an over-indulgent fool!

He can't sting. He can't fly.
He can't gather nectar. So let's pollinate just you and I.

My queen bee, so come with me. We'll venture out and gather nectar.
I, alone, oh we will go. In search for flowers, we'll search for hours.
Honey, oh honey, you're so sweet.
Honey, oh honey, can't be beat.

He can't sting. He can't fly.
He can't gather nectar. So let's pollinate just you and I.

Pollinate me on the street. Pollinate me in the trees.
Pollinate me all night long. Pollinate me 'till you're wrong to lay with men instead of bee's.

bzzz...




The Trials And Tribulations Of Beedom

Going to a party, getting dressed up.  
Gonna drive some bro's in dad's Taurus, gonna fuck some shit up.
Johnny cologne and my abercrombie, too.
All we need for this party is me and you-hoo hoooo.

Total request live is on the TV.
Carson Daly's so fine, I think he likes me.

"Hi my name's Frank from Bloomfield and I want to request this video because the band's so hot and the video rules. Wooooo!!!"

1, 2, 3, 4.....

Johnny got sick, drank too much. Now he's gonna puke.
The duke of do-er's has been de-proved. 

Total request live is on the TV.
Carson Daly's so fine, I think he likes me.

Total request live is on the TV.
Carson Daly's so fine, I think he likes me. Woooo!     Ah.....Cha....

9, 10, 11, 12.

Concerto For A Chach

All material recorded on an 4-track nearly twenty years ago. No effects, no deception. 

There are legions of devoted fans that do not understand Frank Tanana's lineage. He has fathered four sons since 1981 and we have formed a band. We constantly bask in the glory of his Hall of Fame Righteousness. All the music is for and about "Frankie T" as we affectionately call him. My home address is not the same as Frank's, for he is too Holy to live with mere half-mortals such as us. BASEBALL ROCK N ROLL!!!