"Freakathon"
When i was a kid
I thought i did
I thought i did
I thought i saw
A freakathon
Then they cut
My fingers off
(I saw it)
When i was a kid
I'm not a kid
I'm not a kid
I thought a freak
A freak was wrong
Can i cut your fingers off
(I want em)
She's a real gone Daddy
Hey what you lookin' at
Down at the Freakathon
I'm gonna hit you with a bat
She's gonna cut it all loose
In a skin tight suit
Down at the Freakathon
"Tinfoil Fishbowl"
Cook you eggs
Fuck all night
Like my legs
That's all right
That's all right
Know you like it
Yes I do
Oil & Coffee
Know it's true
"Hate"
I been kicked in the teeth
I been kicked it the head
I should be hating you
but I hate them all instead
I hate everyone but you
"Detroit Valentine"
Hit you with a hammer
Hit you 'til yer dead
And then I'm gonna cut off yer motherfuckin head
Waiting on Black Mountain with my razor and my gun
I'll cut him if he stands still and shoot him if he runs
Hey Daddy yer a suave motherfucker
Be my Detroit Valentine
I fell in love from Dallas Texas with yer screaming
x-ray whine thats right
Gimme....Detroit Valentine
A thirteen and a four leaf clover means to call me anytime
Hey Daddy yer a suave motherfucker
Be my Detroit Valentine
Where the fuck is Tuscon Arizona
On a record from Anaheim
"Krush"
Sometimes when I see you my heart starts to ache &
You know I got a krush on you
My brain gets all fuzzy and my knees start to shake &
You know I got a krush on you
Go (x3)
Then I feel dizzy and I'm spinnin around &
You know I got a krush on you
My hands are electric and my skins on fire &
You know I got a krush on you
Go (x3)
I just wanna scream and tell you how I feel cuz
You know I got a krush on you
My hands start to shake and my stomach starts to hurt &
You know I got a krush on you
"Satan"
'69 Coupe De Ville/Yer fuckin picture on a dollar bill
Donald's kid or Jagger's wife/You'll be 25 for the rest of yer life
(Chorus) You gimme the fever/you gimme the fever
To the root of my brain
You understand me/you can command me
Yer the blood in my vein
A ton of pot, kona gold/A scoop on the best story ever told
Bags of cash brought to yer door/Whatever you want there's always
(Chorus)
Servants at yer beck and call/A thousand young men to give you their all
Anything yer heart desires/Just for yer soul to burn in my fire
(Chorus)
"Rollerderby Queen"
Rollerderby Queen
I want you to kiss me on the lips
When you kill some jive ass roller bitch
I'm the queen yer gonna die
Cross my path and yer gonna fly
"Willabell"
My name's Willabell, from the book of names
Jump in the backseat baby and hold on tight
I'm gonna floor it sweet thing and fly you like a kite
I'm gonna take you for a ride you won't forget
I'm gonna blow the sails off yer motherfuckin ship
Oh Daddy I'm a fool to cry
Tell me Willabell are you Daddy's girl?
"When Sugar Turns To Shit"
You picked me up as I melted to the ground
Held my hands as I slithered down
I'm layin on the floor and I can feel you touch
Come on baby I want you so much
Sometimes when I'm up in the sky lookin down
At the stars below I'm thinkin about the time we
Met and I know what you're doin to me I can see thru
Your eyes and I can see to the back of your head
And I can't stand what your doin to me cuz I ain't a little girl anymore
"Poker Party"
The dealer chase the ante/You sit and play yr hand
Raise it, call it, lay it/Two pair don't beat a straight
The game is Texas hold 'em/The first two both bet blind
You'll know when you should fold 'em/How'd you get 3 of a kind?
Lookin good with a pair of aces/But I can't read yr face
Showin four to the flush/You won't know if I bluff
Choose the game and shuffle/Right hand man cut the deck
A wild card's extra muscle/Who's got the one-eyed Jack?
"Peppermint Patty"
Peppermint Patty she's a real fine daddy
Dressed in her army pants
Man they got her in a trance
Now she's a crossing guard
Johnny's got her working hard
She's gonna rob yr bank
In her army tank
Then she'll walk the plank
"Mota"
Mota/Weed/D-Doobie/Marijuana
Pot/Bud/Reefer/Joint
Green/Grass/Muggles/Hooch
Mota/Weed/Doobie
"Number One Chicken"
I had to take the train again
Damn 405 Damn 710
I thought you said you were my friend
You know I got no ride
You know I am the #1 Chicken
You know I am scared to drive
You know I am the #1 Chicken
"Poor Ole Netty"
I bought the wrong record again
It's got one song that isn't bad
I'll clean the house and ger down to
The one good song that isn't you
It goes something like this
Netty from South Carolina
Lost her kids and couldn't find 'em
Found 'em in the wishing well
And Poor Ole Netty gone to hell
