Bring me back again, I'd really rather not be out here on my own. Someone reel me in, I'm drifting ever farther from my home.
I remember when I was a baby gazing in amazement at the sky. Sing it twinkle twinkle little baby daddy's gonna learn you to fly...
high...
like a coment through the sky.
Bring me back again, I'd really rather not be out here on my own. I'm drifting with the wind, trying to hold the course that I've been shown.
I remember when I was a baby staring in amazement at the sun. Better shield your eyes now little baby no one ever said you were the one; no one ever said you were the one who can't be blinded by the sun. I think I'm blinded by the sun.
Part II - Sanity is Coming to Town
I like to taunt, I like to tease. I'll bring your psyche to its knees. Juggling. Sanity is coming to your town.
Who gives a damn what you say, you're pissing all your dreams away. Juggling. Sanity is coming to your town.
Part III - Pressing Onward Towards the Light
Pressing onward through the night. Pressing onward towards the light.
Bodacious am a whole lotta' bull over nineteen hundred pounds. He's born in Galry, Oklahoma and he's the baddest sonsabitch around if a Burma bull ever were a super star then Bodacious just might be. He's a cream colored, beefy brawn, full-fledged, four footed bovine celebrity.
Who's gonna ride Bodacious? Who's gonna tame him down? Look out for Bodacious, he's bound to hold his ground. Here comes Bodacious, ya'll just step aside. Big and bad Bodacious takes a toll from those who ride.
Young Bo met a man named Tuff Hedeman at the start of his buckin' spree and Tuff became one of the few to make the whistle bkac in Nineteen Ninety Three.
Tuff tried to ride Bo again at the finals in Nineteen Ninety Five. Bodacious had got a little older and wiser Tuff barely came out alive.
Felt a pang late one afternoon I was fishin' off Muir beach With Larry LeLonde Grabbed a tuna salad sandwich And I started to chew Pretty soon Ler's yellin Fish on. Fish on
I was just a little pup And it was derby day Was dad and me and Darrell Out in San Pablo bay Taco flavored Doritos And my orange life vest Dad caught a hundred pound sturgeon On twenty-pound test Now he fought that fish for an hour And a half Darrell'd say Jump ya sons a bitch! And he grabbed for the gaff When we got him in the boat He measured six feet long I was so danged impressed I had To write a song called Fish on
T'was a bright and sunny day It was me and Todd Huth Fishin' shark Stingray Out of Bohuas Lagoon Well hey, hey, hey I'll be screwed, Blued and tatooed Looks like I got me one of them fish on Fish on.
I ain't one for poetry, ain't one for prose. Ain't one for the scent of a spring-time rose. But the is one face that I do know, I sure get a kick out of that Beavis and Butt-head show.
Other day I turn my TV on, and guess what I do see? Two crazy-ass cartoon sunsabitches staring on back at me. Said "What the hell's this", and Ler said ";Boy, don't you know?" The whole world's gone crazy over that there Beavis and Butt-head show.
Talk about couch fishing, now I could go for that. I could go for frog baseball, but I be inclined to use a cat! On comedy, I'm a stooges man. I like Larry, Curly and Moe. But now and then a get a chuckle watchin' the Beavis and Butt-head show.
Stone-Temple Pearlvana Chain, now there's a helluva band. They got that original sound that's sweepin' 'cross the land. Ain't no ZZ Top though, now that's the band for me. If I had my way MTV'd play just them and AC/DC.
I ain't nothing special, I'm your average kinda man. I like a frosted barley pop and I drink 'em outta the can! I don't give a rat's ass about poetry and not a damn 'bout prose. I sure get a kick outta them Beavis and Butt-head shows.
Butthead: "Hey Beavis..." Beavis: "What?" Butthead: "I was just like...thinking and stuff...it was pretty cool." Beavis: "Yeah, I'm gonna try that." Butthead: "TV is cool..." Beavis: "Yeah, yeah, TV rules....it rules! Yeah..." Butthead: "Hey Beavis...I heard that pretty soon, they're gonna have, like, 500 channels. That's gonna be cool." Beavis: "Really? That would be cool." Butthead: "You know what would be really cool, though? If like, one of the channels didn't suck." Beavis: "Yeah, but, like, if one of them didn't suck, why would you need the other...um...three hundred and twenty-seven?" Butthead: "Because, you know all those TV shows that suck? It's like, you gotta put them somewhere! You can't put 'em on the cool channel!" Beavis: "Yeah, yeah! They should call it the cool channel!"
Said Tommy the Cat as he reeled back to clear whatever foreign matter may have nestled its way into his mighty throat. Many a fat alley rat had met its demise while staring point blank down the cavernous barrel of this awesome prowling machine. Truly a wonder of nature this urban predator. Tommy the cat had many a story to tell, But it was a rare occasion such as this that he did. She came slidin' down the alleyway like butter drippin' off a hot biscuit. The aroma, the mean scent, was enough to arouse suspicion in even the oldest of Tigers that hung around the hot spot in those days. The sight was beyond belief. Many a head snapped for double - even triple - takes as this vivacious feline made her her way into the delta of the alleyway where the most virile of the young tabbys were known to hang out. They hung in droves. Such a multitude of masculinity could only be found in one place... And that was O'malley's Alley. The air was thick with cat calls (no pun intended), But not even a muscle in her neck did twitch as she sauntered up into the heart of the alleyway. She knew what she wanted. She was lookin' for that stud bull, the he cat. And that was me. Tommy the Cat is my name and I say unto thee... Say baby do you wanna lay down with me Say baby do you wanna lay down by my side Ah baby do you wanna lay down with me Say baby?...Say baby
To the carpenter and the dainty bride The grass appears greener on the other side So let's clarify before we unite That the grass in never greener on the other side
To the carpenter said the dainty bride I pledge to you my love tonight But I will not hesitate to euthanize If the grass becomes greener on the other side
Said the carpenter to the dainty bride I would never do a thing to jeopardize This union I consider prize Grass never will be greener on the other side
To the preacher man said the dainty wife He thought the grass was greener on the other side So I buried in his belly my butcher knife And ended these years of wretched strife
Said the preacher man to the guilty wife Though the law may give you twenty years to life Pray forgiveness in the Father's eyes And the grass just may be greener on the other side
I got blood in my gas tank, bones in my steel I eat California condor for my Thanksgiving meal I'm the last superpower, I'm a son of a loaded gun I'm Rapscallion
When I was young and shiny boy, I tried to dig my way to China I met the Rapscallion, En route from South Carolina Then he told me: <i>[4x]</i> "I don't like, I don't like you"
I got blood in my gas tank, bones in my steel I eat California condor for my Thanksgiving meal I'm the last superpower, I'm a son of a loaded gun Cuz I'm Rapscallion I'm Rapscallion
He said "I'm searching for a colored man" I said "what colors have you seen?" He said "I seen 'em black and brown and red But, but, but the one I seek is green" Then he told me: <i>[4x]</i> "I don't like, I don't like you"
I got blood in my gas tank, bones in my steel I eat California condor for my Thanksgiving meal I'm the last superpower, I'm a son of a loaded gun Cuz I'm Rapscallion I'm Rapscallion
I got blood in my gas tank, bones in my steel I eat California condor for my Thanksgiving meal I'm the last superpower, I'm a son of a loaded gun Cuz I'm Rapscallion
I got blood in my gas tank, bones in my steel I eat California condor for my Thanksgiving meal I'm the last superpower, I'm a son of a loaded gun Cuz I'm Rapscallion
I got blood in my gas tank, bones in my steel I eat California condor for my Thanksgiving meal I'm the last superpower, I'm a son of a loaded gun Cuz <i>[7x]</i> I'm Rapscallion
What if Christmas didn't come this year And no one paid for Christmas cheer? Who would cry the biggest tear, The child or the store? Why do brides wear virgin white? Most do not deserve that right. But to choose a color of their delight Would surely bring on the frowns. To defy the laws of tradition Is a crusade only of the brave. Suppose the taxman, he comes to town, And you don't lay your money down. Yet Mr. Jones he killed Mr. Brown the other day. Well I wonder, who's gonna go to hell.
TOO MANY PUPPIES ARE BEING SHOT IN THE DARK. TOO MANY PUPPIES ARE TRAINED NOT TO BARK. AT THE SIGHT OF BLOOD THAT MUST BE SPILLED SO THAT WE MAY MAINTAIN OUR OIL FIELDS. TOO MANY PUPPIES. TOO MANY PUPPIES ARE TAUGHT TO KILL. ON THE COMMAND OF MEN WEARING MONEY BELTS THAT BUY MISTRESSES SLEEK ANIMAL PELTS. TOO MANY PUPPIES.
TOO MANY PUPPIES WITH GUNS IN THEIR HANDS. TOO MANY PUPPIES IN FOREIGN LANDS. ARE DRESSED UP SHARP IN SUIT OF GREEN AND PLACED UPON THE WAR MACHINE. TOO MANY PUPPIES ARE JUST LIKE ME. TOO MANY PUPPIES ARE AFRAID TO SEE. THE VISIONS OF THE PAST BROUGHT TO LIFE AGAIN. TOO MANY PUPPIES. TOO MANY DEAD MEN.
Too many puppies are being shot in the dark. Too many puppies are trained not to bark. At the sight of blood that must be spilled so that we may maintain Our oil fields. Too many puppies. Too many puppies. Too many puppies are taught to heal. Too many puppies are trained to kill. On the command of men wearing money belts that buy mistresses Sleek animal pelts. Too many puppies. Too many puppies. Too many puppies. Too many puppies. Skinny was born in a bathtub And he grew so incredibly thin Even the tide from the eyedropper sucked him in Skinny never knew any questions Skinny never looked alike Skinny sold somethin' every single night Skinny sold a soldier to me Skinny sold the wife Skinny sold a suction cup and a knife Skinny found a hello dolly record in the house. Sold it to a truck driver in the night. Too many puppies with guns in their hands. Too many puppies in foreign lands. Are dressed up sharp in suits of green and placed upon the war machine. Too many puppies are just like me. Too many puppies are afraid to see. The visions of the past brought to life again, Too many puppies, too many dead men.
Jerry was a race car driver And he drove so goddamned fast He never did win no checkered flag But he never did come in last Jerry was a race car driver He'd say "El solo number one" With a bocephus sticker On his 442 he'd light 'em up Just for fun Captain Pierce was a fireman Richmond engine
I've seen them out at Soco They're pounding sixteen penny nails The truckers on the interstate Have been known to ride the rails The sweat is beating on the brow Can't keep these fellas down 'Cause those damned blue-collared tweekers Are runnin' this here town
I knew a man who hung drywall He hung it mighty quick A trip or two to the blue room Would help him do the trick His foreman would pat him on the back Whenever he would come around 'Cause these dammed blue-collar tweekers Are beloved in this here town
Now the union boys are there To protect us from all the corporate type While curious George's drug patrol Is out here hunting snipe Now they try to tell me different But you know I ain't no clown 'Cause those damned blue-collar tweekers Are the backbone of this town
Now the flame that burns twice as bright Burns only half as long My eyes are growing weary As I finalize this song So sit back and have a cup o' joe And watch the wheels go round 'Cause those damned blue-collar tweekers Have always run this town
Tommy The Cat 작곡:Larry Lalonde,Les Claypool,Tim Alexander
Said Tommy the Cat as he reeled back to clear whatever foreign matter may have nestled its way into his mighty throat. Many a fat alley rat had met its demise while staring point blank down the cavernous barrel of this awesome prowling machine. Truly a wonder of nature this urban predator. Tommy the cat had many a story to tell, But it was a rare occasion such as this that he did. She came slidin' down the alleyway like butter drippin' off a hot biscuit. The aroma, the mean scent, was enough to arouse suspicion in even the oldest of Tigers that hung around the hot spot in those days. The sight was beyond belief. Many a head snapped for double - even triple - takes as this vivacious feline made her her way into the delta of the alleyway where the most virile of the young tabbys were known to hang out. They hung in droves. Such a multitude of masculinity could only be found in one place... And that was O'malley's Alley. The air was thick with cat calls (no pun intended), But not even a muscle in her neck did twitch as she sauntered up into the heart of the alleyway. She knew what she wanted. She was lookin' for that stud bull, the he cat. And that was me. Tommy the Cat is my name and I say unto thee... Say baby do you wanna lay down with me Say baby do you wanna lay down by my side Ah baby do you wanna lay down with me Say baby?...Say baby
My name is Mud Not to be confused with Bill or Jack or Pete or Dennis My name is mud and it's always been 'Cause I'm the most boring sons-a-bitch you've ever seen I dress in blue-yes navy blue )From head to toe I'm rather drab except my patent shoes I make 'em shine, well most the time 'Cept today my feet are troddin' on by this friend of mine Six foort two and rude as hell I got to get him in the ground before he starts to smell My name is Mud
My name is Mud, but call me Alowishus Devadander Abercrombie That's long for Mud so I've been told Told that by this sonsabitch that lies before me bloated blue and cold I've got my pride, I drink my wine I'd drink the finest except I haven't earned a dime in several months Or were it years The breath on that fat bastard could bring any man to tears We had our words, a common spat So I kissed him upside the cranium with an aluminum baseball bat My name is Mud
Mr. Krinkle 작곡:Larry Lalonde,Les Claypool,Tim Alexander
Hello Mr. Krinkle How are you today? Seems the rumors are about your team might move away Now, me I'm sentimental But I'm not one to cry
Say there Mr. Krinkle let's cruise the Bastard boat Damn then sonsabitches with their gill-nets set afloat I flip on my tele and I watch the waters die C'mon Mr. Krinkle tell me why
Hey ho Mr. Krinkle have you heard the brand new sound It's a cross between Jimi Hendrix Bocephus, Cher and James Brown It's called "Heavy Hometown" New Wave, cold-filtered, low-calorie dry C'mon Mr. Krinkle tell me why
