If there's one thing Skin&Bones can do, it's cheer.
These are some of the highlights.
tune: "Hooked On A Feeling" by Blue Swede
performed: NW Regionals '99
for Santa Cruz FUN
We can't fight this offense, deep in side our zone.
Fun we just don't know, why she's all alone.
In the endzone, where she scores again.
In the endzone, where you've got 4 men.
Ahhh-ah-ahhh-ah-ahhh
Our win you were stealing, [da da da da]
But with a good feeling. [da da da da]
I think you're in love with me.
Now we know you, we'll go down on you.
We will show you, that we've got game too.
Ahhh-ah-ahhh-ah-ahhh
Our win you were stealing, [da da da da]
Our wounds are now healing. [da da da da]
I think I'm in love with you.
Funilingus, you played real hot.
Funilingus, pivot foot ain't got.
Ahhh-ah-ahhh-ah-ahhh
Good game Funilingus!
tune: "Sesame Street Theme"
performed: Klienman Eruption '99
for Pigs In Space (Sunday)
Come and play! Ultimate game today.
On the field, that's where we meet.
Can you tell me how to beat,
How to beat the piggies deep.
How to beat the piggies deep.
Sunny day, everything's A-Okay!
You beat our team and you made us pay.
For the good game that we played.
Not today but yesterday.
Not today but yesterday.
tune: "Pina Colada"
premire: Spawnfest '99
[All]
If you like ultimate frisbee,
And laying out in the rain.
If you don't mind the skinned knees,
Of the color grass stain.
[Guys]
Never been laid at the party,
Making love to the keg.
Shit, that girl is gorgeous,
But goddamn hairy legs.
[Gals]
I saw you at the party,
you were looking pretty slick.
You won all the boat races,
First prize: whiskey dick.
[Guys]
Was that you at the party,
I had my beer goggles on.
I thought I might sex you,
but I wasn't that gone.
[Gals]
That's a real shame,
'Cause you've got something I'd like to see.
It's not often you find one,
So much smaller than three.
[Guys]
That bitch is a liar,
I swear it ain't true.
I could run on my third leg,
Hell, it's got it's own shoe.
[Gals]
If you mean like a Barbie,
Tiny plastic high heel.
Then even with that tacked on,
It's nothing I'd even feel.
[Guys]
When I hit you with the meat axe,
It'll blow your little mind.
You'll be cluckin' like a cuckoo,
Your little spring, I'll unwind.
[All]
Yea, you like ultimate frisbee,
Laying out in the rain.
No, you don't mind the skinned knees,
Favorite color: grass stain.
premire: Onionfest '99 [Moho!]
We love our little Bri-Bri, finally moved away from home.
When he's serving up the "D", you think he's slipping them the bone.
Lookin' for a lady, to strip off all that plaid.
But be careful how you do it, don't get old Bizo mad.
premire: Onionfest '99 [Moho!]
Meghan wears the Puma, kickin' it around,
Gets a finger on the disc, ain't gonna touch the ground.
Straight from heaven, she's our savior on the field,
Get right with your maker, 'cause you know your fate is sealed.
premire: Onionfest '99 [Moho!]
Our ringer from Hong Kong, Yo, we call her Yuka.
She'll run your ass around, until you start to puke-a.
She teaches us great cheers, here's one that we can show.
Ap-bod-ay, Ap-bod-ay, Yoye, Yoye, Yoye.
premire: Onionfest '99 [Moho!]
Hey there, Stable Master, let me ride your pony.
Just kidding with you fuckstick, Come sample my balogna.
Crazy mad sideburns like 90210. Like a hairy Luke Perry.
You know…strung out on blow.
premire: Onionfest '99 [Moho!]
Piloting the MoHo, Chuckie's riding solo.
Riding us like horses. Mutha'fucka', this ain't polo!
Our ride sleeps over 20, but hey, that gas costs money.
Bend it was too windy, Walla Walla is quite sunny.
Fighting on the field like palooka Sonny Liston.
His game it's sweet, it's science, but not as sweet as Kristen.
premire: Onionfest '99 [Moho!]
You know we're Skin&Bones. You know we got a plan.
I'm itching for a huck. Put the disc into my hand.
Some of us are skin, the rest of us are Bone.
It doesn't matter which when we're crashing through your zone.
We'll huck it to the endzone, and make a bid that's sound.
We'll pillage both the sidelines, and burn them to the ground.
We've come to play some disc, and throw without a care.
Fuckin' truckin' huckin' long...rip it from the air.
Our hucks are mighty long, and bids are always earned.
But friends, just like your village, you D is getting burned.
They call us Skin & Bones, and flatball is our game.
Give your mom my number, I know she knows my name.
Waiting for the coffee: daily caffine injection. You spirit on the field inspired big erection. But now the game is done; we've got three more to go. Which drops this gnarley cheer right into the flow. Thanks for the game. You guys don't flow bad. See you at the party, Vincent Van Gonad. [Boo-ya, royale with cheese.]
Albino Squirrels, you shook your tail. To win the game, we had to flail. You played us hard, you played us hot. Squirrley rodents, you are not. Your women are so slick and looking mighty fine. For a little drama [Hamby: "I drop it on the line."] You played us wicked tough, you game is superfly. We're so fucking tired, but we'll cheer you through our bye.
We don't play tennis, and we can't shoot hoops. We can't throw a disc, and we play like poop. We don't crack heads and rarely break noses. Where we bury our poop, it comes up roses. Redrum, Redrum, we see the writing on the wall. We thought we had the D until you made that call. [McCarroll: "I never call fouls" All: "Bull-shit!"] We got a 'frig' in the Moho, and beer in the cool-a. Go and kick some ass, take the goblet from Mizzoula.
premire: Onionfest '99
You claim you know the g-spot,
We think that it's a lie.
'Cause if you know so much,
Why you lickin' on my thigh?
Just lift your head a bit,
It's a little north of there.
Spread your lips wide open,
And root around my hair.
Yes, that's my clitoris,
Is that all you can find.
If you think that's my g-spot,
I'm thinking "Nevermind."
JP's licking on the fisheye,
Dirty, wet and brown.
Even Hamby's mom
Had to show that guy around.
So we'll see you all at Slugfest,
And play you in your town.
We'll show you all your g-spots,
So wear your evening gown.
premire: some time 1998
One two one two,
Huck it long.
Listen to our shit,
'Cause you got it going on.
Lookin' for the fast break;
Work it up the line.
We're lookin' at your ladies;
They're lookin' mighty fine.
One two-
Oh my god! They got the D.
They got the one-two.
Oh my god! They got the D.
Break our clam when you go,
Up the middle.
Damn that offense,
Such a riddle.
[Your team], got the ill-communication
[Your team], got the chill communication
[Your team], no swill communication
Ah,ah,ah,ah
premire: some time 1998
Our ladies have flow, you'll see it on the field.
Your ladies have flow too, but they need a panty shield.