Wheatus- Wheatus
TRUFFLES
You, you think yer such a bad ass
You think yer such a red neck
Well I saw you outside eating truffles with yer mom on the patio
I think it's really sad though
And tell ya girl ta quit buggin' me
'Cause I saw her outside suckin' dick in the bathroom of the bus of the iron maiden cover band
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When your pencil neck breaks
When your bird chest caves in... I'm gonna win
When your pencil neck breaks
When your bird chest caves in... I'm gonna win
Me, I'm just another gringo, a bitter jalepeno
But I gets more montequilla in a week than your bitch ass gets in a lifetime
You're steppin' on a landmine
You're gonna shoot yer eye out
I'm thinking what in the sam ham hill is goin' on wit yer moms in the clogs and the skirt
Wouldn't fuck 'er for my country with a flag on her face and a stolen dick
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You, you think yer still a bad ass
You think yer still a red neck
Well let's take this outside!
SUNSHINE
When I look at your face I see dirt
All the sunshine you blow up my ass starts to hurt
And I don't really mind if I'm nothin' in your eyes
It's no surprise to me
There's a rocket I built
It's under my kilt
It's coming to blow you away
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I was a jerk
I did the work for somebody else's dream
I took the chance
I lost my pants
In somebody else's dream tonight
Now you're calling me up to get paid
And if you don't get paid then you'll never get laid
But I don't really have any money
I say goodbye
And you'll have to depend on your size
There's a rocket I built
It's under my kilt
It's coming to blow you away
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Now I think that I'm going to bed
As the image of you and yer crap leaves my head
'Cause it's T-minus 20 tomorrow
Rocket flies
And it doesn't depend on the size
There's a rocket I built
It's under my kilt
It's coming to blow you away
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TEENAGE DIRTBAG
Her name is Noel
I have a dream about her
She rings my bell
I got gym class in half an hour
Oh, how she rocks
In keds and tube socks
But she doesn't know who I am
And she doesn't give a damn about me
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'Cause I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby
Yeah I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby
Listen to Iron Maiden maybe with me
Ooohoo hoo hooooooo
Her boyfriend's a dick
He brings a gun to school
And he'd simply kick
My ass if he knew the truth
He lives on my block
He drives and I rock
But he doesn't know who I am
And he doesn't give a damn about me
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Oh yeah, dirtbag
No, she doesn't know what she's missing
Oh yeah, dirtbag
No, she doesn't know what she's missing
Man I feel like mould
It's prom night and I am lonely
Lo and behold
She's walking over to me
This must be fake
My lip starts to shake
How does she know who I am
And why does she give a damn about...
I've got two tickets to Iron Maiden baby
Come with me Friday, don't say maybe
I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby like you
Ooohoo hoo hooooooo
Oh yeah, dirtbag
No, she doesn't know what she's missing
Oh yeah, dirtbag
No, she doesn't know what she's missing
A LITTLE RESPECT
I tried to discover a little something to make me sweeter
Oh baby refrain from breaking my heart
I'm so in love with you
I'll be forever blue
That you give me no reason
You know you're making me work so hard
That you give me no... soul
I hear you calling
Oh baby please give a little respect to me
And if I should falter
Would you open your arms out to me?
We can make love not war
And live in peace with our hearts
I'm so in love with you
I'll be forever blue
What religion or reason could drive a man to forsake his lover?
Don't you tell me no... soul
I hear you calling
Oh baby please give a little respect to me
I'm so in love with you
I'll be forever blue
That you give me no reason
You know you're making me work so hard
That you give me no... soul
I hear you calling
Oh baby please give a little respect to me
Oh baby please give a little respect to me
HUMP 'EM AND DUMP 'EM
Cough up the rent Mr.. Kent
And don't try to blame it on the government
Your wife is a clown she is in town
She gets with some other guy
Are you gonna finish your fat?
'Cause I'd like to give it to my kitty cat
The big fat people look is coming back
You skinny people are screwed
And I know you're right
Yeah I know it's time
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Here we go again another humpem dumpem situation
Here we go again another humpem dumpem situation
Here we go again
Here we go again
I know what you're like and I don't think I like it
The newspaper says to get bent
Man I'd like to say that to the President
He got the L. in the house
I guess he already did
She looks like she's finished her fat
She then turned around and ate my kitty cat
She coughed up a hair ball or two and laughed her way to the bank
And I know it's right
Yeah, I know it's time
Chorus
Here we go again
LEROY
He's got the dirtiest shoes I've ever seen
Chew on a blunt wipe his butt with a magazine
Smokin' his crack wash it down with gasoline
Still he push the button
E.F. Hutton when he speaks to me
Oh you know he told me
"Shake it, don't break it"
It took too damn long to make it
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Leroy is my mojo man
Leroy is my mojo man
He come to take me by the hand
'Cause Leroy is my mojo man tonight... alright!
He's just a pimp with a limp and some Vaseline
He told me "Look, over there!" and stole my nectarine
Said "Don't turn your back on me black, I'm a sex machine"
Still he push the button
E.F. Hutton when he speaks to me
Oh you know he told me
"Shake it, don't break it"
It took too damn long to make it
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Oh you know he told me
"Shake it, don't break it"
It took too damn long to make it
HEY, MR. BROWN
Man I think it's just a little sleazy
You said you was like butter but you're cheesy
To treat me like I'm spinner bait you can't wait
Go fish off some other dock
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Hey, Mr.. Brown
Don't have a cow
Just compensate me!
Hey, Mr.. Brown
Don't have a cow
Just compensate me!
Hey, Mr.. Brown
Don't have a cow
Just compensate me!
You're gonna have to prove it to me
If you don't call back your head spins
If I told you what I think you'd shit your linens
"It's just another interview, nothing new"
But they don't even know my name
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LOVE IS A MUTT FROM HELL
This is a story about a friend of mine
He is abnormally intelligent
He could bust a phatty rhyme
Even when he got up in the blunt
But all that changed when the girl who he lives with came to town
He let her take her take him away from me so I had to ask him how
That's when he said
"She takes advantage of me!
She takes advantage of me!
She takes advantage of me!
She takes advantage of me!
She even knows when I pee!
I think eventually she'll make a meal out of me"
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Because her love is a mutt from hell that I can't live without
Your love is a mutt from hell that I can't live without
One of these days I swear I'm gonna get out
''til then your love is a mutt from hell that I can't live without
That's why I'm talking to you now
Sarah lives with Bradley now
I guess that's how she wants her shit
He needed a place to stay
So it's of mutual benefit
I stopped by on my way to pomona yesterday
She sat down and spilled her guts to me
That's when I thought she would tell me she was gay
Instead she said
"He takes advantage of me!
He takes advantage of me!
He takes advantage of me!
He takes advantage of me!
He even knows when I pee!
I think eventually he'll make a meal out of me"
Chorus
That's why I'm talking to you now
Talking to
That's why I'm talking to
That's why I'm talking to
Talking to
That's why I'm talking to
That's why I'm talking
Talking
Talking to you now!
Because, your love is a mutt from hell that I can't live without
PUNK ASS BITCH
She wriggles and she wraggles
She jiggles and she jaggles
You stand and watch her pass by
You line of vision- ass eye
You think that 'cause she smiles
That you turn all her dials
But you don't see them later
While in the elevator
You nag her and you swagger
You think you're gonna shag her
A man about the town- a
Get funky
Let's get down- a
Machismo and machasma
It turns into miasma
But you have got no class
No style
No social skills
No comprehension
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I can't deal with this idiot
Yeah I must admit that he is a punk ass bitch
You open up your mouth- a
Amazed at what comes out- a
It's just a testimony
That you're full off Bologna
That you're a stupid shit- ass
A meathead
Guido
Pass- gas
That you have got no class
No style
No social skills
No comprehension
Chorus 2x
You know you want to spangle
But you can't seem to angle
One gives you attitude- a
Your reason to be rude- a
You think that 'cause she smiles
That you turn all her dials
But you don't see them later
While in the elevator
You nag her and you swagger
You think you're gonna shag her
A man about the town- a
Get funky
Let's get down- a
Machismo and machasma
It turns into miasma
But you have got no class
No style
No social skills
No comprehension
You open up your mouth- a
Amazed at what comes out- a
It's just a testimony
That you're full off Bologna
That you're a stupid shit- ass
A meathead
Guido
Pass- gas
That you have got no class
No style
No social skills
No comprehension
Chorus 2x
WANNABE GANGSTER
I am a wannabe
You better be careful around me
I come from far away
Where Mustang dreams are made
And we are fashioned in the image of the dons that have come before us
We all kiss the rings of sand like our fathers told us
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'Cause I'm a wannabe gangstar
Better go back to commack
'Cause I'm a wannabe gangstar
Better go back to commack
'Cause I'm a wannabe gangstar
Better go back to commack
Better go back to far away
Like a lemon a la pie mode
My nine is easy to load
All hail Jericho
Turnpike teck
That's where I go
To learn the things about the universe I'll need so I can build a stampede
'Cause I'm all up in your face again
I'm all up in your face
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A wannabe gangstar
A victim of the chromosome prankster
I thanks ya
I sits back in my chair to contemplate my hair
Ooh damn, I reek of cologne
But yo I'm lookin' snappy
I'm nappy
I'm crappy
Got Jimmy hats from pappy
So now I'm trigger happy
Girl did he just rhyme "crappy" with "happy"?
Yeah, so you girlies wanna get wit this nit wit
Got cheese whiz or not?
Then I'm a hafta blow up ya mail box biatch!
Or toilet paper ya front yard
Show the cops my suburb card
They gotta let me go 'cause they know that I'm hard
It's the deal it's for real
Ya better listen to what I'm telling ya...
'Cause I'm a wannabe gangstar
Chorus
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