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| 1. |
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Look at you you're young
Havin' so much fun Gonna be a star Blah blah blah And click there goes the phone I don't wanna know What my Horoscope's predicting Just pour me a drink Cuz I need a kick I don't wanna think I just wanna sip [chorus] David don't you hear me at all David won't you give me a call Waitin' here not makin' a sound David come around Mister bushie says I'm your president I have lots to say Hey hey hey And click goes the remote There you have my vote Catchin' the next boat out of here Just pour me a drink Cuz I need a lie I don't wanna think I just wanna die [chorus] David don't you hear me at all David don't you hear through the wall Waitin' here not makin' a sound David come around [bridge] Chaos pervades the world outside Days offer spades of hurled outcries Gone is the fair and five and dime But he is there He's so fine Listen to her play Has somethin' to say Even has a rap Clap clap clap But click there goes the lid Sorry 'bout the fib I ain't got a grip on nothin' Just pour me a drink Right outta the can I don't wanna think I just want my man [chorus] David don't you hear me at all David dear I'm just down the hall Waitin' here not makin' a sound David come around |
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| 2. |
| 3:39 |
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send a breeze
a pitbull's yelp a tender squeeze a cry for help make it now and make it fast such memories can never last I long for the days music and mayhem mama's a smilin' friend in the scuzzy hue of the sunlight manhattan avenue Lionel please watch o'er our door the children tease I beg for more chipping paint the ceiling's spent aw ain't it great can't make the rent I long for the days kittens are meowling junkies are prowling deep in the jazzy hue of the streetlight manhattan avenue (instrumental break) how wild it is what strange a vice that a mugger and a child should share the same paradise oh but dreams come true on manhattan avenue |
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| 3. |
| 3:26 |
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Sometimes I feel like I shouldnt apologize so much
that its jive its a crutch I just used when Im judged bein fudged by a face I cant erase and cant see cuz I misplaced a dossier or Monty Python CD or somethin stupid like that but jesus is that so bad to make my ego go splat like a tire goin flat or fat on a big mac Im bein attacked tit for tat you fuckin bureaucrats you can just apologize back (bridge) But I dont know when it comes and it goes all the highs and the lows in this motionless psychosis ieeieei and I die fadin straight away ieeieei and I cry every waking day I dont know what else to say (chorus) Im sorry for the mess the stupid way Im dressed I guess I failed my test oh dont you know Im sorry for my views I musta been confused and yet you know that really Im sorry for you Well now I dont mean to offend, much just comprehend when youre female and youre fenced in and phen-phened to no end and no zen guide to men will help you fend off the brethren and then the pen appears and better than the oxygen network or the sword or the spear or the fork or the bored pork-fed horde its a mooring post the whore youll miss the most when youre away when youre in Snowshoe PA doin some play from Backstage that deals with AIDS and race and gays and relationships and ballet and then youre like hey yay whatd you say? I can just sing my troubles away? but then youre fucked cause you gotta make a buck and the whole world sucks and youre like a lame duck thats lyin dyin tryin to sell out but theres no one buyin and theres all this doubt and you can preen and dream and screa |
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| 4. |
| 3:11 |
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my cat died and I quickly
poured myself some gin did she die from old age or was it for my sins god I loved her oh so much miss her little kitty touch does she miss me does she care oh I miss her kitty stare do you have a little time would you like to ease my mind talk for hours and never stop chop your head off be a lighter person brighter person nicer but you've heard it all before so ding dong there's the doorbell hello man in white he's gonna make you all well getcha through the night but hey now you don't feel better as you take your fresh bromide maybe this man of letters lied let me tell you 'bout a dream I had the other night you were in it boy you sure gave me a super fright I was walking down the street downtown by the DMV you popped out behind a door it was odd you were on all fours do you have some time to spare you were barking at a bear it said hey you'd better stop chop your head off be a lighter person brighter person nicer but you've heard it all before so ding dong there's the doorbell hello man in red he's gonna make you all well getcha into bed but hey now you don't feel better as you wake and slowly rise maybe this smooth jetsetter lied stick around one minute more I'm smarter than you think do I sound like an old bore oh man it's just the drink I didn't always hit the gin there were times when I fit in they'll never know how much I tried did I tell you my cat died do you have a little time would you like to ease my mind talk for hours and never stop chop your head off be a lighter person brighter person nicer but you've heard it all before so ding dong there's the doorbell hello man in black he's gonna make you all well getcha through go on bed but hey now you don't feel better as you take your fresh bromide maybe this man of letters lied and you today |
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| 5. |
| 3:27 |
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Baby watch your back
Baby watch your back ... I watched you come and go and never noticed Like daily papers, faces, knick-knacks But now I've seen you And you are my focus Baby watch your back I went my days and nights Not knowing of you But now you fill my every minute And I can't stop myself for my thoughts Of you are infinite I watch you You hate me I don't like you But I want to have your baby You ain't got no soul I don't really get you You ain't got no soul Like I've never met you [chorus] You ain't got no soul But I'm gonna let you in For a big surprise Baby watch your back Baby watch your back Watch out Now you walk down the street and I follow Wearing my wig and funny glasses And I will follow you wherever you go Baby watch your back I'll catch you one day in the rain or the fog And then you'll realize how I care And I'm invincible for I am like smog I'm everywhere I touch you I feel you I brush you Soon I'll steal you [chorus] Baby watch your back! |
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| 6. |
| 3:03 |
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I'm just a walkin' my dog
Singin' my song Strollin' along Yeah it's just me and my dog Catchin' some sun We can't go wrong My life was lonely and blue Yeah I was sad as a sailor I was an angry 'un too Then there was you Appeared, when I was entangled With youth, and fear, and nerves Jingle jangle Vermouth and beer Were gettin' me mangled up But then I looked in your eyes And I was no more a failure You looked so wacky and wise And I said, lord I'm happy 'cause I'm just a walkin' my dog Singin' my song Strollin' along It's just me and my dog Catchin' some sun We can't go wrong 'cause I don't care 'bout your hatin' and your doubt And I don't care what the politicians spout If you wanna companion Well just go right to the pound And find yourself a hound And make that doggie proud 'cause that's what it's all about My life was tragic and sad Yeah I was the archetypal loser I was a pageant gone bad Then there was you on time And wagging your tail In the cutest mime And you was in jail I said woof, be mine And you gave a wail And then I was no longer alone And I was no more a boozer We'll make the happiest home And I said lord I'm happy 'cause I'm just a walkin' my dog Singin' my song Strollin' along It's just me and my dog Catchin' some sun We can't go wrong 'cause I don't care 'bout your hatin' and your doubt And I don't care what the politicians spout If you need a companion Well just go right to the pound And find yourself a hound And make that doggie proud 'cause that's what it's all about That's what it's all about That's what it's all abow-wow-wow-wout That's what it's all about |
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| 4:15 |
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oh waiter bring me my check soon
I have a hectic schedule I'm saddened by the news that we won I wonder what I'd say to the bomb where are you now where are you going do you mind and do you care that you will die do you despair and do you allow for what you are choking do you know just what you do the fickle snow it's cuz of you (chorus) waiter I need my change I need it now sooner not later it may seem strange but have you seen the paper maybe it's victory maybe it's history maybe it's you the scuds drop down like butterflies they're loved and round and very wise they're just like you and me as they tend their incandescent need for a friend where are they now where are they headed do they see the little ones and do they flee or do they run and do they feel proud as they are embedded do they ask or do they tell to mask the fact they're going to hell (chorus) waiter I need my change I need it now sooner not later it may seem strange but have you seen the paper maybe it's erotic maybe it's despotic maybe it's you waiter I need my change I need it now sooner not later it may seem strange but have you seen the paper maybe it's victory maybe it's history maybe it's you nothin could be finer than to be in Carolina in the mornin |
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| 4:00 |
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I wanna get married
yes, I need a spouse I want a nice Leave it to Beaverish golden retriever and a little white house I wanna get married I need to cook meals I wanna pack you cute little lunches for my Brady bunches then read Danielle Steele I wanna escape this rat race Ive created Im feelin enervated I dont care if I make it I just want to bake a sugar cake for you to take to work in the morn and Ill stay home cleaning the dishes and keeping your wishes all warm I wanna get married thats why I was born I wanna partake in bake sales for the classroom I wanna hear the sweet tune of Sallys little vroom-vroom as she zooms around my broom as I exhume the gloom of my shallow life I wanna be simple and honest and dimpled cause I am your wife I will never tarry Im not even torn I wanna get married thats why I was born |
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| 9. |
| 3:58 |
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I wake up
I am bored To my pictures I implore Should I go or stay What should I be today Make a leap Go to sleep Should I cry or should I weep Where should I go from here Am I hetero or queer Oh, self discovery What joy it is I need recovery Caffeinated fizz Should I run Should I hide Happy pill or suicide Contribute or refute Have a kid Then call it cute Oh, self -esteeming, in suburbia My shelf is teeming A pet named Chia [chorus] Oh what should I say What should I pray Who would care if I went ahead And punched the wall Oh what do I care What should I wear What do I care What does it matter If I change the world at all I listen to some rap I give myself a slap Come on use the pain Drink up from the rain Just arise unsupervised Healthy wealthy you know wise Dance around Make a sound Let yourself become unwound God, I'm so German Have to have a plan Please Ethel Merman help me out this jam Ding a ling Ring a ding Anything just do something Feelin' dense On the fence Civil disobedience Come on now's the hour Go and deviate Can't you feel the power Hope you appreciate [chorus] OK Dr. Phil Ready for my pill Flex my psychic muscle Guess we'd better hustle People are dying now Do something you ugly cow Sorry for myself again Me, my wallet and my men Jesus I love you Frank I love you, too Hit the road together Get out of the zoo No exit Just a pit Apocalyptic and a zit Hurry now Pack your bags Adieu you mall scallawags-ac |
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| 10. |
| 3:31 |
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Jimmy, you know my love is true
and Davy, you know I love only you and Mitchie, you give meaning to every day and Nathan, hold on I got somethin to say menfolk they need their women but women dont need their men ladies can walk away grinnin but guys act surprised I thought I was your man whyd you leave me baby well sir heres a maybe maybe its because we can what the hell do you mean? well for instance you get a one you want twofold and what else? youre a fiend, youre tight-fisted got no moral molars shrug your shoulders sell your soul to get your gold but hey hey hey that aint nothin to do with you youre a sensitive Joe Im forgettin but every woman knows its a pose, just a pose Youre preenin in your armchair and Im steamin at your knee go on pontificatin like I care Peter Lorrie, then a story about ACDC Harvard-educated, frustrated dictator tyrant with a PhD what the hell do you mean? well for instance you have started every war and what else? youre obscene, a coincidence get your pornos from Time Warner who is fornicatin foreign shores but hey hey hey that aint nothin to do with you youre a sensitive Joe, Im forgettin but every woman knows its a pose, just a pose Sammy, oh let me put away the kettle oh no honey your arrogance is what makes you special and Manny, of course when you leave you are missed fellas cant you see Im pissed tryin to enjoy my readin but you insist on interpretin text oh go on fuck off Im pleadin every sentence is a pretext for sex sex sex sex god you went to Oxford head still in your boxers but youre male so what should |
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| 11. |
| 4:03 |
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And when the dawn breaks through the drums start
beating the morning to the farm your grimace widens and your lips part sounding the silent alarm and when the bells explode they scatter hitching a hand unto the breeze the grand bureaucracy grows fatter whistling the old melodies oh-ee-oh goes the Buckingham jewel guard oh-ee-oh goes the cop on the beat oh-ee-oh goes the kid in the schoolyard oh-ee-oh goes the kid on the street Hey man whats happenin with you? I watched that episode too maybe Ill get some Chinese Ill have the dumplings no MSG please And when the night breaks through they wonder if all they lost was self-respect they pass the homes of greed and plunder still, lingring on, the disconnect oh-ee-oh sittin down for the evening oh-ee-oh through the civil earthquake oh-ee-oh safe in bed and theyre dreamin heaven knows if theyll ever awake Yeah Ill have my coffee black hey look were bombing Iraq I guess thats the only way oh did I tell you we got Fifi spayed? and when they get to work they hear drums the boom fills all the empty space they file papers lada-dee-dum trimming their shoebox with lace oh-ee-oh but theres somethin a growin oh-ee-oh through the bustle and hiss oh-ee-oh fuck the lawns that need mowin oh-ee-oh there is somethin amiss oh-ee-oh oh-ee-oh oh-ee-oh oh-ee-oh-ee-oh-ee-oh |
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| 12. |
| 2:10 |
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If you would sit
oh so close to me that would be nice like its supposed to be if you dont Ill slit your throat so wont you please be nice if you would hug your arms right around me that would be snug like its supposed to be if we part Ill eat your heart so wont you please be nice Oh dont you love this romancing know that its your life youre chancing isnt it nice now youve married me sugar and spice like its supposed to be if you go ill get your dough so wont you please be nice Stop with your jazz oratory I only listen to top forty NSync rules isnt it nice together well always live no sacrifice well vote conservative if you run Ill pull a gun give me head or youll be dead salute the flag or Ill call you a fag oh wont you please be nice |
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| 2:53 |
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In high school it was cool to say
you look funny youre a retard dummy a retarded dummy yeah you suck out of luck youre no Playboy bunny hee hee so you laugh, its a gas theyre right on the money theyre just being funny, hysterically funny yeah im stupid its true now can we be chummy? Maybe But then it hits you, then it kicks you then you realize youre not unique and you ignore it, you implore it just to let you turn the other cheek dont wanna think about the schools in Bosnia dont wanna sing about food in Somalia I dont need this, I dont see this all I want is inner peace Graduate but too late college will just hurt you soon theyll all desert you get your just desserts you all essays MLA format theyll convert you Could they? so you try its like pie get just more alert you theyll not try to hurt you only you can hurt you so you say, so you play they would not subvert you Would they? But then it hits you, then it kicks you then you realize youre not unique and you ignore it, you implore it just to let you get on through the week dont wanna think about the new armed forces dont wanna sing about no carriage horses I dont need this, I dont see this all I want is inner peace You pretend its the end ah yes Im all grown now uh-huh Im at home now fool, youre never home now even this laughll pass go answer your phone now youll see see I told you youre old now youre all alone now look ma how Ive grown now aint you proud Im grown now look this head is all dead see how much youve done now You pussy But then it hits you, then it ki |
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| 14. |
| 2:34 |
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When it says goodbye
you dont hear it sigh does that it mean that its gone far far away is this your day to buy a paper draw a mustache make the mayor a giraffe try and tempt fate get pneumonia recuperate with soy bologna (chorus) Can you hear the rain a ploppin slowly with a soft and soapy thud dont you worry about a moppin, sholy youll only find yourself with mud mayfalta una maleta mayfalta una maleta When you go to bed lay your fuzzy head by the nightstand where you turned off your phone nobodys home, now ride the subway make graffiti go to Famous Rays buy ziti get the paper no more artwork make the mayor a dartboard (chorus) |
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| 4:09 |
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Deliver the paper deliver the porn
deliver the baker deliver the morn A quiverin jibberin shiverin mass of sunshine and good times that I have to pass on the way to my job on the way to my work on the way to that slobberin hoverin jerk whos my boss today whos my boss to stay whos my supervisor when Im in my grave a slave on the run still under the gun of Attila the Hun with a cinnamon bun I dont know son, was there somethin I missed I dont think Fritz Lang was a fantasist Metropolis exists is this if you listen close you can hear the piss (chorus) Every days another loss need the pay so please the boss through the sludge they mingle by the mile every worker looks ahead ah the kiddies must be fed so they trudge along in single file joo ming boohaaooo and you turn and you toil and you burn and you boil in the tourniquet coil of the white folks soil spoilin with a malaise worse than disses or dope wakin up in a haze with your wishes and hopes and your poor little dreams all wrapped up in burlap that you carry around for a sniff or a snack or a taste in your haste to get right back on track outta whack with the pack but acquiring the knack of ignoring the rustle that quietly seethes the hustle, the buy-it the air that you breathe (chorus) joo ming boohaaooo |
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| 1:56 |
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My oh my walkin' by
Who's the apple of my eye Why it's my very own Clonie Oh if I should stroll the 'hood Who knew I could look so good Just talkin' on the phone to Clonie We are pals It's cool 'cause we're not lonely Shallow gene pool There's nothing to my only Clonie Me and you, hustlin' through Holdin' on through thick and thin Just day by day our DNA 'cause the Olsen twins got nothin' on us We'll survive Side by side Mother Nature don't you call her phony She's my clonie Who was wealthy But not healthy Had no one to dwell with me So look who i got born Clonie Far from broke Bored rich folk We don't need no natural yolk Our babies come full formed Clonie We'll be huggable Get a publicist and show them Be the most lovable thing Since fucking Eminem Oh my friend Multiply, we're a franchise Like Walt Disney or Hannibal Lechter We can tell our cancer cells Are more benign than old Phil Spector We'll survive Side by side We're tougher than even Russell Crowe-y You're my clonie Oh clonie how I love you I'm the only person I ever loved Gee, that's swell I guess you're just my fatal attraction-y You're my clonie |
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| 4:08 |
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There's a rich boy
but he doesn't spend he just drinks his Poland Spring he's a quick boy walkin' round the bend or at home alone reading and he wants to do good and he wants to do right so he does what he should but he's got to subscribe to the rules of the tribe now you're playin' for the team everybody loves to love a winner and you're bustin' the beguine everybody knows you're no beginner but ah the bums say oh things ain't what they seem you're the respectable member of society but you don't have nothin' on me you gotcha east side certified pedigree but you won't have nothin' you'll see because I warned you they would scorn you but you never did a thing when you go in for the kill everybody wants to make it happen and you make a hundred mil everybody wants to scratch your back then but ah the freaks say oh things ain't what they seem you're a respectable member of society but you don't have nothin' on me you gotcha uppercrust dinner tux sanctimony but you won't have nothin' you'll see because I told you they would mold you but you never did a thing are you gonna tell are you gonna hide are you gonna join the crowd or split who are you payin' ah what are you sayin' are you gonna sell are you gonna buy are you gonna fizzle out or hit where are you layin' ah what are you sayin' he's a grown man and he wears a tie and his laugh is hard and fast he's a old man far before his time and his jacket holds a fl |
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| 18. |
| 3:57 |
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Am I sad not sad enough really am I mad not mad enough clearly am I complacent completely lacking in sincerity yes indeed I am am I tough not tough enough really am I rough not rough enough nearly am I lying here on the ground watching you get pushed around yes indeed I am really I don't know why I'm such a wimp I realize I'm just your pimp but what can I do what can I do am I small not small enough really I feel lame and cirumspect I feel your pain and yet I feel sympathy empathy it's just that I'm super busy right now really I don't know why I'm such a shit I realize this doesn't help a bit but what can I do what can I do am I bad not bad enough really I feel angry and upset I could write you a small check look I wish you luck and here's you're buck it's just that I'm a yuppie fuck yes indeed I am really |
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