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The Presidents of the United States of America Lyrics

Songs-

Lump
Lump sat alone in a boggy marsh Totally motionless except for her heart Mud flowed up into Lump's pajamas She totally confused all the passing piranhas She's Lump, she's Lump She's in my head. She's Lump, she's Lump, she's Lump She might be dead Lump lingered last in line for brains And the ones she got were sort of rotten and insane Small things so sad that birds could land Is Lump fast asleep or rockin' out with the band? She's Lump, she's Lump She's in my head She's Lump, she's Lump, she's Lump She might be dead Lump was limp and lonely and needed a shove Lump slipped on a kiss and tumbled into love She spent her twenties between the sheets And life limped along at subsonic speeds She's Lump, she's Lump She's in my head She's Lump, she's Lump, she's Lump She might be dead Is this Lump out of my head? I think so Is this Lump out of my head? I think so Yeah, Is this Lump out of my head? I think so Is this Lump out of my head?
Peaches
Movin' to the country, gonna eat a lot of peaches I'm movin' to the country, I'm gonna eat me a lot of peaches I'm movin' to the country, I'm gonna eat a lot of peaches Movin' to the country, I'm gonna eat a lot of peaches Peaches come from a can, they were put there by a man In a factory downtown And if I had my little way, I'd eat peaches everyday Sun soakin' bulges in the shade Movin' to the country, I'm gonna eat a lot of peaches Movin' to the country, I'm gonna eat a lot of peaches I'm movin' to the country, gonna eat a lot of peaches Movin' to the country, gonna eat a lot of peaches I took a little nap where the roots all twist Squished a rotten peach in my fist And dreamed about you woman I poked my finger down inside, made a little room for an ant to hide Nature's candy in my hand or a can or pie Yeah, yeah... Millions of peaches, peaches for me Millions of peaches, peaches for free Millions of peaches, peaches for me Millions of peaches, peaches for free...Look out!
Dune Buggy
A little blind spider took the wheel Navigatin' grass blades completely by feel Got a sassy chassis, sparkle in the sun All four small bald fat tires, rockin' through the sand And burnin' up Little dune buggy, in the sand Little blue dune buggy, in my hand Got a rubber band motor hummin' on the beach ready for fun Quit spinnin' that web and come out and play in the sun Eight thimble sized cylinders to be as smooth as you please Spider's badass fat ol' abdomen stuck in the bucket seat Little dune buggy, in the sand Little blue dune buggy, in my hand Squishy transmission was caught in drive Spiderman squintin' at the sand and the sky Spiderwoman in the front seat, screamin' "Go, go, go!" He's ridin' the accelerator down to the floor With his fuzzy little toe-oh-oh-oh Little dune buggy, in the sand Little blue dune buggy, in my hand Little blue dune buggy Little blue dune buggy Little blue dune buggy Little blue dune buggy Little blue dune buggy Little blue dune buggy Little blue dune buggy Little blue dune buggy Little blue dune buggy
We Are Not Going To Make It
We're not gonna make it No, no, we're not gonna make it 'Cuz there's a million better bands With a million better songs Drummers who can drum And singers who can sing Deep in my heart, I do believe We're not gonna make it No, no, we're not gonna make it 'Cuz we don't have the talent And we don't have the time And we don't have the patience And we don't know how to rhyme Deep in my heart, I do believe We're not gonna make it No, no, we're not gonna make it Said no, no, no, no, no, no, no... We're not gonna make it

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