Kitty at my foot and I wanna touch it
Kitty at my foot and I want to touch it
Kitty at my foot and I wanna touch it
Kitty at my foot and I want to touch it
Kitty at my foot and I wanna touch it
Kitty at my foot and I want to touch it
Kitty at my foot and I wanna touch it
Kitty at my foot and I want to touch it
Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow
Meow, meow, meow, meow
Pussy purrin' and lookin' so satisfied
Pussy purrin' and lookin' so satisfied
Lost in his little yellow round eyes
Lost in his little yellow round eyes
Pussy purrin' and lookin' so satisfied
Kitty ran up and scratched me through my jeans
Kitty ran up and scratched me through my jeans
Fuck you kitty, you're gonna spend the night
Fuck you kitty, you're gonna spend the night
Fuck you kitty, you're gonna spend the night
Outside!
Kitty at my foot and I wanna touch it
Kitty at my foot and I want to touch it
Kitty at my foot and I wanna touch it
Kitty at my foot and I want to touch it
Kitty at my foot and I wanna touch it
Kitty at my foot and I want to touch it
Kitty at my foot and I wanna touch it
Kitty at my foot and I want to touch it
Touch it, wanna touch it
Wanna touch it, wanna touch it
Wanna touch it, wanna touch it
I wanna touch it
Kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty touch it
Kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty touch it
Kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty touch it
Kitty at my foot and I want to touch it
Feather Pluckn'
But that's totally
But that's totally
Billions of birdies squawkin' outloud
Talkin' in code to the clams in the clouds
They send a secret message, they send it by worm
So vibratin' spiders will receive the word
But that's totally
Feather pluckin' insane
Ten million monkeys all pick up guitars
Nobody taught them how
Five thousand fishies rockin' really really really hard
Nobody taught them how
Check out chickey drivin' piggy's little blue car
Nobody taught him how
Well, flies like to fly 'cause they don't like to stay
They buzzin' in the ears of a chicken all day
Chicken understand and he pick out the code
Send a subsonic signal through the snot in the middle of an elephant's long wet cold gray nose
But that's totally feather pluckin' insane
Ten million monkeys all pick up guitars
Nobody taught them how
Five thousand froggies rockin' really really really hard
Nobody taught them how
Check out chickey drivin' piggy's little blue car
Nobody taught him how
Oh yeah, oh yeah, said oh yeah...
Everybody supernova...
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?
Stranger
You Lynyrd Skynyrd hat
And me little kitty
Sat across with a velvet jacket
Wild orange hair and dark dark eyes
I gawked like a twelve year old smitten
Carla the stripper straight from L.A.
You seem cool for a naked chick in a booth
Let's be pals someday
In other words, put some clothes on and call me
I saw you, it was incredible
Slim relaxed buyin' wine at the QFC
On this snowy Saturday night
Black pearls and I swear you were drinking beer
You were the redhead behind the counter there
I'm the one who fell out of his chair there
You had your dry cleaning and I think you're dreaming
I saw you, it was incredible
Mumbled these words at you, unintelligible
Ma ma ma ma
Ma ma ma ma ma ma ma
Ma ma ma ma
Ma ma ma ma ma ma ma
Ma ma ma ma
Ma ma ma ma ma ma ma
Ma ma ma ma
Ma ma yeah who who, hey you there what time is it?
Boll Weevil
Get down
Let me tell you 'bout a friend of mine
His name's Boll Weevil check him out
He spends all day on his big butt
And he don't never ever get outside
I come to visit, I bring some sunshine
And I just spread it all over the fire
He's stuck on his big couch, stuck in his big shell
He looks at the TV and he's all right
I come from the drug lord, the local drug store
Bug is a fly and he's never uptight
And I wonder Boll Weevil why don't ya get out of your home?
He said I'm comfortable here, I don't wanna move I don't wanna leave
I said Boll Weevil get right out of your home
Good bye, I gotta stay, I'll move some other day bye bye gotta go to sleep
And let the tube shine, let the tube shine,
Let the tube shine, let the tube shine
Now I would tell you about Boll Weevil, but that bug is just too scary
He's in there all alone
I try to coax him out, with chocolate pie
But he would not move a muscle, and I tried
To make him see that the sun was shinin' outside
Make him see that the sun was shinin' outside...
Check it out
Boll Weevil get right out of your home...
Now I would tell you about Boll Weevil, but that bug is just too scary
He's in there all alone
I try to coax him out, with chocolate pie
But he would not move a muscle and I tried
To make him see that the sun was shinin' outside Make him see that the sun was shinin' out Make him see that the sun was shinin' outside...
Make him see the sun, make him see the sun
Make him see the goddamn sun
Oh that little buddy is a little bug
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
Kick Out the Jams
Well I've been elected to rock your asses till midnight
Well this is my term and I shaved off my perm but it's alright
I solemnly swear to uphold the Constitution
Got a rock 'n roll problem well we got a solution
Just let me be who I am and let me kick out the jams, yeah
Let me kick out the jams, I done kicked 'em out
Well I've been selected to orbit the planet in a rocket
I'm goin' to Mars I got a message for the poodle in your pocket
Mission control callin' supernova, the hotline's rockin'
You can come on over
And let us be who we am
And let us kick out the jams, yeah
Kick out the jams, we done kicked 'em out
Body
Little salamander, where did you go?
Edge of the yard
I found you, you know
All brown and hard
I can't get your body out of my mind
I can't get your body
I can't get your body out of my mind
I can't get your body
She goes smooth through my body
Through my body, she goes smooth
She goes smooth through my body
Through my body, she goes smooth
Little killer froggy, where did you hop?
Under the entertainment center
Realized you couldn't stop
The worms found a hole in your booty they could enter
And I can't get your body out of my mind
I can't get your body
I can't get your body out of my mind
I can't get your body
You go smooth through my body
Through my body, you go smooth
You go smooth through my body
Through my body, you go smooth
Hey little lizard, where did you slink?
Left your cage door open
Under the basin and sink
The drippin' water made your moldy body eyes open
And I can't get your body out of my mind
I can't get your body
Can't get your body out of my mind
I can't get your body...
Back Porch
Happy with no teeth, happy here in hibernation
Slurpin' on a peach, starin' at the situation
Kitty at my foot, meowin' out a conversation
Rockin' back 'n forth, that's my only destination
Old man on the back porch (x3)
And that old man is me
Old man on the back porch (x3)
And that...
Meeeeeee-ow, wow, wow, wow
Got a two string on my lap, total subsonic vacation
Got chicken on the drums, poundin' out a perfect prescription
Got twenty little worms, all plug into amplification
Got fifteen hundred bass drum luggin' bug-eyed monkeys
All arriving at the station
Old man on the back porch (x3)
And that old man is me
Old man on the back porch (x3)
And that...
Me me meeee-ow, whoa, whoa, whoa
Chris:
I'm sittin' on the back, porch, kickin' my legs back, rockin' in my rockin' chair, just sittin' there, on the little back porch, it's about to fall apart, so I think I might repair it, just as I'm thinkin' about repairin' it some little friends come along with some two-string,one-string no string guitars and they plug them all into the back porch, and they sit around playing all their favorite songs and kickin' back, feelin' real good, real fine, real full of wine, and everything's fine, everything's beautiful everything's great and I just feel so good, you know I'm seventy years old and I'm slurpin' everything through a straw
Dave:
I'm sittin' here on the back porch just eatin' chocolate pudding through a straw and I heated it up on a little sterno stove, tastes just like a warm body fluid goin' down, little players comin' 'round, pluggin' in their instruments, feelin' good about themselves, singin' original songs, by the original masters ans I'm sittin' there on the porch, rockin' back 'n forth in original masters and I'm sittin' there on the porch, rockin' back 'n forth in my little old chair
But I'm an old man on the back porch, old man on the back porch
Old man on the back porch, and that old man is me
Old man on the back porch (x3)
And that...
Candy
Well sugar's only sweetness
Salt is ocean's tears
And you were my only weakness
For years and years and years
You little yellow sweetie
You were hiding in a jar
Now my mind is gone completely
Take off the lid and there you are
You're my candy
Candy
Well the devil, she made sweet candy
Took six days and nights to dream
On the seventh day she rested
Woke up early and made ice cream
Now the devil, she must be a dentist
With deep jawbreaker eyes
Red rope hair, gumdrop lips
And cotton candy thighs
You're my candy
Candy
Chocolate Lava stole my body
And aftertaste stole my mind
Left me danged and down defenseless
And then sweet candy, she said goodbye
Now my teeth are worn and useless
My eyes too sunk to see
My tongue swole up to twice its size
And all I wanna do is eat
Candy, my candy
My candy, my candy
Suckin' on my candy
Naked And Famous
I can't explain glacial motion
Or why Los Angeles don't drop into the ocean
I can't unfold the layers of mystery
Or piece together the tragedy of history
'Cuz those lucky suckers, they don't have to work
Big 3-D billboards and big 30-foot Smurfs
And everybody wants to be naked and famous
Everybody wanna be just like me I'm naked and famous
I met a poet, said she didn't like the smell of it
Then took her clothes off in a restaurant for the hell of it
I met a DJ who lived in seclusion
Reality and sobriety were her only delusions
And those lucky bastards, they don't have to work
Big 3-D billboards and big 30-foot smurfs
And everybody wants to be naked and famous
Everybody wanna be just like me I'm naked and famous
Woo uh hoo hoo hoo
Wow ah hoo hoo hoo
Well, don't get a nosebleed, don't get upset
We can't be naked and famous just yet
There's a big gold dollar sign on the Sunset Strip
And you can send your friend a postcard, it ain't worth the trip
Everybody wants to be naked and famous
Everybody wanna be just like me I'm naked...
Everybody wants to be naked and famous
Everybody wanna be just like me I'm naked...and famous
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