Good Lovin'
by Rudy Clark and Artie Resnick
One, two, three
Good love,Good love
Good love,Good love
I was feeling so bad
I asked my family doctor just what I had
I said, "Doctor" (Doctor)
"Mr. M.D." (Doctor)
"Now can you tell me what's ailing me?" (Doctor)
He said, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah"
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yes, indeed, all I, I really need
(Good love) Now gimme that good, good lovin'
(Good love) All I need is love
(Good love) Good, good lovin', baby
(Good love)
Now, honey, please, squeeze me tight (Squeeze me tight)
Don't you want your baby to be alright? (Be alright)
I said, "Baby" (Baby)
"Now it's for sure" (It's for sure)
"I got the fever, yeah and you got the cure" (Got the cure)
Everybody, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yes, indeed, all I, I really need
(Good love) Now come on and gimme that lovin'
(Good love) All I need is love
(Good love) Good, good lovin', baby
(Good love) Ow
Good love,Good love
(Good love) All I need is love
(Good love) All I want is love
(Good love) Lovin' early in the morning now
(Good love) Lovin' late at night now
(Good love) Love, love
(Good love) Love, love, love, love, love
©1965 Alley Music Corp. /Trio Music
SMOKER’S PRAYER
(A Public Service Message)
Words & Music by Artie Resnick and Michael Minard
VERSE 1
Alarm clock ringing and I’m half awake
Reach across the bed to take a cigarette break.
Stumbling down the stairway for a cup of hot brew
Lighting up a match, inhaling number two.
Sitting in the Chevy turning on the key,
Reaching in my pocket now for number three. …I
Cough and tell myself that this is it,….But I
Told myself a thousand times before I’m gonna quit.
CHORUS
Lord help me break the cigarette habit.
Help me to kick the weed.
Lord help me break it. …With
Your help I’ll make it.
Throw out the pack, get it off my back,….Be-
-fore it’s too late for me.
VERSE 2
On my way home, I have an attack
Stop at the store to pick up a pack
Lighting one up sitting back in my chair
Watching Jimmy Fallon through the smokey air
Laughin' so hard, I can't catch my breath
Damn cigarettes will be my death
I slap on a patch, It lasted an hour
That nicotene is an evil power
REPEAT CHORUS, then solo
BRIDGE
I can’t taste my food.
I can’t catch my breath.
Each nail I inhale brings me closer to death……I
Knew I should of listened when the doctor said:….. “If God
Wanted you to smoke, ...He’d put a
Chimney on your head.”
REPEAT CHORUS
TAG
Throw out the pack, get it off my back,….Be-
-fore it’s too late for me.
©1981 Benji Music Co & The Hosiery Co.
SPANISH TREASURE
Words and Music by Arthur Resnick, Pat Poor & Charlie Karp
We were walking between the sand dunes
Down where the moonlight hit the breaking surf
And we took our pleasure. Oh, Spanish treasure was mine
She spread the blanket; I lit the fire
Drank up the beer we had, burning with desire
We took our pleasure. Oh, Spanish treasure was mine
Jewel in the sand. gold in my hand
I love you; I love you; I love you forever
We took our pleasure. Oh Spanish treasure
Jewel in the sand; gold in my hand
I love you; I love you; I love you forever
We watched the sun rise over the water
Sparkling diamonds pouring over the bay
And we took our pleasure. Oh, Spanish treasure was mine
©1996 Benji Music Co./American Earth Music Co./Medulla Music
Ponce de Leon
by Artie Resnick, Susan Murray Resnick and Mark Epstein
Verse 1
I have heard the legend
Of a land of flowers
And a golden fountain
That has magic powers
Chorus
Ponce De Leon
Where are you?
Ponce De Leon
Donde esta usted
Verse 2
In this indian legend
Those who drink the waters
Gain the powers
Of eternal youth
bridge 1
Look into the water, See how your reflection
Echoes… through time and space
Repeat Chorus
bridge 2
Are you just a legend, Did you find the secret
Time grows short, Tell me the truth
Repeat Chorus
bridge 3
Are you now a pile of bones
Or did you drink the waters
of eternal youth
Repeat Chorus
© 2016 BENJI MUSIC Co.& Target City Music
Heimlich Maneuver
by Artie Resnick and Michael Shorr
I swallowed a bone in Boca Raton at the Fisherman’s Plate
Down the end of the pier, fried fish and a beer, hot sauce and mayo, it’s great
I took a big bite of the Deep Sea Delight and choked on the bone that I ate
Gasping for breath, choking to death; when an angel appeared. It was fate
Threw her arms round me, started to pound me, thrust my air out with a boom
Thrown it right out, a big chunk of trout splashed into a gentleman’s soup.
Doing the Heimlich
Doing the Heimlich
Doing the Heimlich Maneuver
She grabbed me behind quick, high on my spine, click
Doing the Heimlich Maneuver
Uhh
Muzak was playing as we stood there swaying, lucky that she was around
We started to dance, I felt a romance, me and the angel I found
On the way home I gave her the bone, reminder that she saved my life
We’ll be happy forever as we Heimlich together as husband and wife
We were doing the Heimlich
Doing the Heimlich
Doing the Heimlich maneuver
That bone stuck like an Ice pick till that big strong and fine chick
Was doing the Heimlich Maneuver. She had taken a course
Given by the Red Cross. She extracted that bone like a Hoover.
Doing the Heimlich
Doing the Heimlich
Doing the Heimlich Maneuver
Ich aah, ich aah
Doing the Heimlich Maneuver
Ich aah, ich aah
Doing the Heimlich Maneuver
We were doing the Heimlich
Doing the Heimlich
Doing the Heimlich Maneuver
©2016 BENJI MUSIC Co. & Michael Shore Music
Hollywood FLA
Words and Music by Arthur Resnick and Dale Powers
Here’s a tip — the next time that you’re Florida bound
Exit Hollywood — go East — to the heart of town
From the Circle — to the Boardwalk — it’s the place to play
I’m talking Hollywood — Hollywood F.L.A.
Romeos on rollerblades will do their twirls
Older guys get exercise just watching girls
Grab your lotion — hit the ocean — cruise down A1A
I’m talking Hollywood — Hollywood F.L.A.
There’s a floating casino — couple miles offshore
And if you miss the boat — there’s other places to score
Habla Espanol or parlez vous Francais
Mix and mingle downtown at a jazz cafe
Have a fun time — in the sunshine — the perfect getaway
I’m talking Hollywood — Hollywood F.L.A.
Don’t mean California
Hollywood — Hollywood F.L.A.
© Benji Music Co and Caitybret Music Co.
A ROSE MY DARLING
Words & Music by Arthur Resnick
A rose my darling for you to keep
Beside your pillow tonight when you sleep
And sweet dreams of my love will fill your heart
And I’ll be beside you although we’re apart
A rose my darling will signify
The love that I carry for you deep inside
And all through this long night and into the day
I’ll be there beside you though I’m far away
Dream, dreams, sweet dreams
All that I wish for you
Dream, dreams, sweet dreams
All of them coming true
A rose my darling is all I leave
The fragrance may vanish but if you believe
Love is forever when it’s in your heart
Then we’ll be together although we’re apart
© copyright 2015 Benji Music Co.
THE DOW
Words & Music by Arthur Resnick & Dale Powers
CHORUS
The Dow goes up; the Dow goes down
Big boys play on the money-go-round
Fortunes made; fortunes lost
Opportunity knocks and the dice are tossed
A simple rule you can apply
Get in low. Get out high
Verse 1
Now listen up kids, here’s the deal
You start on Wall Street and spin the wheel
You be the bulls; you be the bears
When the bell rings, start taking shares
AT&T, Sara Lee, Coca Cola, Lu-cent Tech-no-lo-gy
Got a hot tip, just can’t fail
Insider trading; go to jail
Repeat CHORUS
Verse 2
American, the New York, or the Nasdaq
If you stick withe the blue chips, you stay in the black
Speculate, You might give it all back
If you don’t play by the rules, you’ve go to go
Play by the rules; play your cards right, you’ll be rolling dough
The winner is the one who ends up with the cash
The loser takes a leap as the markets crash
© copyright Benji Music Co &j Caitybret Music
The Girl With the Rock and Roll Heart
Words and Music by Arthur Resnick & Dale Powers
Chorus
She danced with a guy. She danced with a girl
She danced like she didn’t have a care in the world
They all danced together; they all danced apart
She was a girl with a rock ’n roll heart.
Verse 1
In Hollywood Florida at the Hard Rock Cafe
I went with a friend to hear the band play
I was watching a girl who was having such fun
She lit up the room like the Florida sun
Something about her made everyone smile
Forget their troubles for just a little while
The way she moved it touched everyone
Even the losers thought they had won
repeat Chorus
Verse 2
Beautiful girls came through the door
But they couldn’t outshine the one on the floor
I felt rich after watching her dance
She made everyone else feel like taking a chance
When I got home and got into bed
I could still see her dancing in my head
Light as a feather dancing so free
But in my dreams, she was dancing with me
repeat Chorus
© 2012 Benji Music Co and Caitybret Music
(I've Got) Sand In My Shoes
by Artie Resnick and Kenny Young
Oh, the boardwalk's deserted, there's nobody down by the shore
And the ferris wheel ride isn't turning around any more
The heat wave and the crowds are just old news
But I've still got some sand in my shoes
(Sand in my shoes)
Brings memories of the salty air
(Sand in my shoes)
Whoa uh oh oh, the blanket that we used to share
How we fell in love down by the sea
Comes back to me with the sand in my shoes
(Back to me, back to me)
Whoa, oh
When the water was cold, you would tremble and hold me so tight
And we'd sit on the beach just to wait for the stars to come out at night
The heat wave and the crowds are just old news
But I've still got some sand in my shoes
(Sand in my shoes)
Oh, brings memories of the salty air
(Sand in my shoes)
Whoa oh uh oh, the blanket that we used to share
How we fell in love down by the sea
Comes back to me with the sand in my shoes
(Back to me, back to me)
(Sand in my shoes)
Whoa uh oh oh
(Sand in my shoes)
Whoa, la, la, la, la, uh whoa
(Sand in my shoes)
Whoa uh oh oh (Sand in my shoes)
©1964 Alley Music Corp./Trio Music Co.
Don't Shoot! Latest Single from Aarf Records - Release 2016
Don't Shoot words & music by Artie Resnick and David Snider ©2015
With special thanks to Al Lomax, The Golden Gospel Singers, Martin Luther King Jr., Malcolm X, Barack Obama and the protesters
Don’t shoot
Hands up. Don’t shoot
Hands up. Don’t shoot
Hands up. Don’t shoot
Hands up. Don’t shoot
A playground at the project: kids running around having fun
Jumping rope, double decks, hide and seek and cops and robbers
The older kids are shooting hoops
The hydrants are open and the water’s racing down the street
Kids escaping the oppressive heat and humidity of DC in the summer
Open hydrants, low water pressures, conditions right for trouble
Bang. Stop or I’ll shoot.
Bang. Hands up. Hands up this time or I’ll shoot
Kids running around playing all sorts of games
Hands up. Don’t shoot
Hands up. Don’t shoot
Hands up.
Down the corner a police car; no doubt a call from low water pressure
It’s damn hot out. He stops, shutting off a fire hydrant. He steps out
There’s a kid in a green t-shirt, eating a skittle. Sweating
Hands up He’s got a water gun in his hand. Or I’ll shoot
And the cop, the cop, he, he shoots. Bang
It’s your kid, it’s my kid laying in the street.
It’s your blood. It’s my blood. It’s everyone’s blood
Because black lives matter; all lives
Don’t you see. Don’t you feel it. it’s your child, it’s my child.
It’s his blood, your blood running down there in the sewer.
God almighty when’s it going to end. Yes, I seen it. I seen it all
You’ve got to be taught; you’ve got to be taught to hate
You’ve got to be taught to love. All men are created equal
All men are created equal. We’ve got to form a more perfect union.
You’ve got to be taught, you’ve got to be taught to hate.
A child is a child, no matter what. They know no hate
© Copyright - Benji Music Co. / Aarf Records (190394288228)