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I'm That Type of Guy

I'm
                      That Type of Guy

Released 2013


A long dry spell ends with the release of opus number 19! Having tackled rap back with Fight the Power, I always wanted to do a follow-up with Hip-Hop. I had this song in mind (literally, in my head) for a long time, but how to score the arrangement was a challenge. I updated some of my software, and would make experiments random weekends. Finally, it all came together. Why put all that time and effort for one little song? I guess I'm That Type of Guy. ;-)

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Behind the Scenes

  • Opus number 19
  • Instruments played - None you can hear, though I played the melody on keyboard and fed that through Band-in-a-Box to create the "Piano Intro" section. Which then led to my coming up with a whole new melody, so...
  • Samples used - Don Knotts and Jim Nabors (huh?) from The Andy Griffith Show "Barney and Thelma Lou, Phfftt", Beavis and Butthead from a YouTube clip, and Madeline Kahn and Cleavon Little from Blazing Saddles.
  • My daughter's instruments - Vibraphone
  • I actually scored this one from scratch - no source MIDI to work from
Mooseboy's Lyrics (samples in red)
Original Lyrics
You're the type of guy
That can't control your girl
You try to buy her lovin'
With diamonds and with pearls
I'm the type of guy
That shows up on the scene
And gets the seven digits
You know it's just routine
And you're the type of guy
That tells her, "Stay inside"
While you're out steady frontin'
In your homeboy's ride
I'm the type of guy
That comes in when you leave
I'm doing your girlfriend
That's something you just
You just can't
Believe

I'm that type of guy

You're the type of guy
That gets suspicious
I'm the type of guy that says
"The puddin'
is delicious"
You're the type of guy that has no idea
A sneaky, freaky brother's
Sneaking in
there from the  rear
I'm the type of guy that loves a dedicated lady
Their boyfriends are boring
And I can
drive 'em crazy
You're the type of guy to give her money to shop
She gave me a sweater...thank you
Sweetheart

I'm that type of guy

I'm the type of guy that picks her up from work early
Takes her out to breakfast, lunch,
Then dinner and breakfast
You're the type of guy that's eatin' a TV dinner
Talking all the time about how
You're gonna
kill her
You're the type of guy that likes to drink Olde English
I'm the type of guy to cold put on a pamper
You're the type of guy to say
"What are
you talkin' bout?"
I'm the type of guy to leave my drawers...
In your hamper

I'm that type of guy

Oh wee oh - oooohhhh

(Oh, it's far-fetched. I mean, here's this sweet, lovely, delicate girl. Beautiful, talented. Sings, dances, plays the cello. And she falls for this big sloppy goof. Shirt open down to here, ain't had a haircut in six weeks...now how are you gonna believe a thing like that, it's just too far-fetched.)

(Uh, hey baby, huh-huh, are you one of the ones that like, does it?)

(Ah, tell me, schatze, is it twue what they say about the way you people are...gifted? [sound of zipper opening] Oh, it's twue. It's twue. It's twue. It's twue!)

(I mean there's a lot of things in this world I might be worried about, but losing Thelma Lou is not one of them.)

(Would you care for another schnitzengruben?
No, thank you. Fifteen is my limit on schnitzengruben.
Well, then uh, how 'bout a little ah...[whispers in ear]
Baby, please! I am not from Havana!)

(I got that little girl right in my hip pocket.
Huh?)

T-y-p-e-g-u-y
I'm that type of guy

To give you a pound and then wink my eye
I'm like a bandit
You caught red-handed
But when I knew her
Well, you just couldn't understand it
'Cause you're the type of guy
That
don't know the time
Swearing up and down
"You know that
girl is all mine"
I'm the type of guy to let you keep believin' it
Go ahead to work, while I defrost it
And season it

I'm that type of guy

So ridiculous
Yeah, it's so funny
I don't know
Come on down
Yeah
Like real cool, you know what I mean?
I dunno, I like just going to your front door
Ring
the bell
And just like, ha, leave out the window
When you come home at night
Ha ha ha ha ha
ha ha ha ha
 
You're the type of guy that can't control your girl
You try to buy her love with diamonds and pearls
I'm the type of guy that shows up on the scene
And gets the seven digits, you know the routine
You're the type of guy that tells her, "Stay inside"
While you're steady frontin' in your homeboy's ride
I'm the type of guy that comes when you leave
I'm doin' your girlfriend, that's somethin you can't believe
Cause I'm that type of guy

You're the type of guy that gets suspicious
I'm the type of guy that says, "The puddin' is delicious"
You're the type of guy that has no idea
That a sneaky, freaky brother's sneakin' in from the rear
I'm the type of guy to eat it, when he won't
And look in the places that your boyfriend don't
You're the type of guy to try to call me a punk
Not knowin' that your main girl's bitin' my chunk
I'm the type of guy that loves a dedicated lady
Their boyfriends are borin', and I can drive 'em crazy
You're the type of guy to give her money to shop
She gave me a sweater [kiss] thank you, sweetheart
I'm that type of guy

I'm the type of guy that picks her up from work early
Takes her to breakfast, lunch, dinner, and breakfast
You're the type of guy eatin' a TV dinner
Talkin about... "Goddamn it, I'ma kill her"
I'm the type of guy to make her say, "Why you're illin', Baybee?"
...You're the type of guy to say, "My lower back is killin' me"
...Catch my drift?
You're the type of guy that likes to drink Olde English
I'm the type of guy to cold put on a pamper
You're the type of guy to say, "What you talkin' bout?"
I'm the type of guy to leave my drawers in your hamper
I'm that type of guy

I'm that type of guy
You know what I mean?
Check it out...

T-y-p-e g-u-y
I'm that type of guy to give you a pound and wink my eye
Like a bandit, caught me red-handed, took her for granted
But when I screwed her, you couldn't understand it
Cause you're the type of guy that don't know the time
Swearin' up and down, "That girl's all mine"
I'm the type of guy to let you keep believin' it
Go 'head to work, while I defrost it, and season it
I'm that type of guy

I'm that type of guy

Know what I mean

I'm that type of guy

So ridiculous
So funny
I don't know
Come on down
Yeah
Like real cool, you know what I mean?
I like just going to your front door ring the bell
And just like, ha, leave...out the window when you come home at night
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha



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