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| 1. |
| 2:34 | 
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Big shiny jet wing in the sky
please drop us off as we fly by We're an american band And everything is rockin' out of control When we hit Japan Faxes from the veiwers on tv Karokie hokey pokey on the screen I dig my toes into the Pacific sand And evrything is rockin' out of control When we hit Japan When we hit Japan When we hit Japan Yeah 20 tons of suishi lovin' fun yum yum get in line well thank you one by one Please come out to see us when we land And everything is rockin' out of control When we hit Japan When we hit Japan (repeat 23 times) |
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| 2. |
| 3:24 |
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Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow
Meow, meow Meow, meow Little bag of bones been out all night Little bag of bones been out all night Can you hear him, scratchin' at the screen door Can you hear him, scratchin' at the screen door Little bag of bones been out all night He needs some pettin' and lovin' on his head He needs some pettin' and lovin' on his rain-soaked hide He's circlin' around my ankle He's circlin' around my ankle He needs some pettin' and lovin' on his hide Hey Kitty won't you come inside Kitty at my foot and I wanna touch it Kitty at my foot and I wanna touch it Kitty at my foot and I wanna touch it Kitty at my foot and I wanna touch it Kitty at my foot and I wanna touch it Kitty at my foot and I wanna 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 I'm Lost in his little yellow round eye Lost in his yellow round eye Pussy purrin' and lookin' so satisfied Kitty rear up and scratch me through my jeans Kitty rear up and scratch me through my jeans Fuck you, Kitty you're gonna to spend the night Fuck you, Kitty you're gonna to spend the night Fuck you, Kitty you're gonna to spend the night outside Kitty at my foot and I wanna touch it Kitty at my foot and I wanna touch it Kitty at my foot and I wanna touch it Kitty at my foot and I wanna touch it Kitty at my foot and I wanna touch it Kitty at my foot and I wanna touch it Kitty at my foot and I wanna touch it Kitty at my foot and I want to touch it Touch it, I want to touch it I wanna touch it,I wanna touch it I 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 |
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| 3. |
| 3:12 |
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Under the island... middle of a mountain
There is a big bad... boomin' system Blowin' speakers... woofers and tweeters Amplifiers... melted wires The parties exploded... the core is corroded Under ground... the Puget Sound Cause a shiftin'... and a drifin' Big black boom box...stuck in the hot rock It's in there flowin'... it's in there growin' You don't believe me... that this scenery Could be a cold blooded killer It's gonna blow... Volcano Now the island is shiftin'... the plates are liftin' The core is creamy...docile and dreamy Stopped up and steamy Happy campers... poop in there pampers When the mountain... becomes a fountain Of white hot lava... molten magma Super sonic... plate techtonics Stero phonic... lava and tonic The boom is bionic Sony shut down... magnavox meltdown Ballistic breakdown Hi-fi heatwave... lo-fi lava cave That sulfur smells... Mt St Helens Pompeii was yellin'... It's gonna blow... Volcano |
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| 4. |
| 2:11 | 
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| 5. |
| 3:10 |
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I heard you on the wireless back in fifty two Lying awake intent at tuning in on you If I was young It didn't stop you coming through They took the credit for your second symphony Rewritten by machine and new technology And now I understand the problems you can see I met your children What did you tell them? Video killed the radio star Video killed the radio star Pictures came and broke your heart And now we meet in an abandoned studio We hear the playback And it seems so long ago And you remember the jingles used to go Oh-a oh, you were the first one Oh-a oh, you were the last one Video killed the radio star Video killed the radio star In my mind and in my car We can't rewind We've gone to far Video killed the radio star Video killed the radio star In my mind and in my car We can't rewind We've gone to far Pictures came and broke your heart Put the blame on VCR You are a radio star Video killed the radio star You are a radio star I heard you on the wireless back in fifty two Lying awake intent at tuning in on you If I was young It didn't stop you coming through They took the credit for your second symphony Rewritten by machine and new technology And now I understand the problems you can see I met your children What did you tell them? Video killed the radio star Video killed the radio star Pictures came and broke your heart And now we meet in an abandoned studio We hear the playback And it seems so long ago And you remember the jingles used to go Oh-a oh, you were the first one Oh-a oh, you were the last one Video killed the radio star Video killed the radio star In my mind and in my car We can't rewind We've gone to far Video killed the radio star Video killed the radio star In my mind and in my car We can't rewind We've gone to far Pictures came and broke your heart Put the blame on VCR You are a radio star Video killed the radio star You are a radio star |
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| 6. |
| 2:40 |
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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 thing's 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 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... |
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| 7. |
| 2:42 |
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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 a 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 dreamy 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, ma Ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, hey you there, what time is it? (I saw you, cool, it was incredible) |
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| 8. |
| 2:42 |
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Well I've been elected to rock your asses 'till midnight
Well this is my term and I've 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 (in a rocket) I'm goin' to Mars, I got a message for the poodle in your pocket (In your pocket) Well, 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 |
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| 9. |
| 3:07 |
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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 If I had my little way, I'd eat peaches everyday Sun soaked in bowls just 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, makin' a little room for a ant to hide Nature's candy in my hand or can or a pie 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! 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! |
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| 10. |
| 2:56 |
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Some weepy creepy willow pillow boggy shit
Transcendental big wheel can you feel it Chickey face down trippin' so damn hard Head splits open stuffin' spills into the car Cup of dirty water and a lonely boney frog Slip me seven dollars and I'll pump it full of smog Paint a monkey gold and let him loose downtown Start him with a smileand he come back with a frown Twig in the wind I'm thick and I'm thin and all right Happy feelin' crappy in your nappy little car Squozen frozen duplicated drunk in a bar Tape recorded all distorted genius machine Spokes model dipped in refried beans Piggys pay full price to put their heads on the stump The dusty, busted, skeletons will pay at the pump Multi-nippled rotating DJ sap I'm shoulder high in crap and my water wings are flat Twig in the wind I'm Thick and I'm thin and alright |
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| 11. |
| 3:09 |
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I Had a girl and she did me wrong
I didn't let that kinda shit go on too long Split the clouds and divided the sea Showed that evil girl how nasty the tiki god could be She didn't call no more nor bother me My little tiki god made sure I'd live in peace One day I read they found a body in the river Tiki God, why you make me shake, you make me shiver, all right I got a Tiki God... saves me... I got a Tiki God When Bobby Brady found the idol in the rubble Had no idea it would cause so much trouble When Greg tried to throw it back in the ocean There was a rumble, an awful commotion Don't ask me how, but the tiki found Bobby He thought the idol was some Hawaiian hobby Turned out the god was mean and vicious Didn't respond to Bobby's 3 wishes He had a Tiki God... saves him... He had a Tiki God So when you're caught up in an evil plot Your life's in danger and you can hear the shot Your head is spinning and your fading fast How long do you think this kinda fun can last Your luck will change with a simple motion I found my idol in a bottle in the ocean Splits the clouds and divides the sea And shows those evil guys how nasty those tiki gods can be, all right He had a Tiki God... saves him... He had a Tiki God Yeah Yeah All right |
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| 12. |
| 1:55 |
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Ca Plane Pour Moi"
This song is in French, the English translation is in Red. The words in brackets are not real words or make no sense. Comment t'allez vous!!!! How are you!!!! une duex trois quatre One, two, three, four Wham bam moi j'espache qui je money Wham bam, my [j'espache qui je] money a buffet salon no bufon two more whiskey a buffet salon, no bufon, two more whiskey cont ta moire pou mon vie V-Day breemeh [cont] her silk [pou] my street V-Day [breemeh] j'ai bu de turkey tash I'm drunk on Turkey [tash] <- Turkey, as in Wild Turkey whiskey Ooo wee ooooh, on cat-te-pouller Ooo wee ooooh, on [cat-te-pouller] Ca plane pour moi It's cool for me (repeat) Allez oh pomme matin ou la la couchez avec moi To be, oh, apple [matin], ooh la la, sleep with me Coupez le celloplane je peu chinnois Cut the cellophane, I [peu] chinese who's been trying to bois(?) Who's been trying to be king? you are the king of the pond You are the king of the pond Ooo wee ooooh, I am the king of the people Ooo wee ooooh, I am the king of the people Ca plane pour moi It's cool for me (repeat) |
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| 2:14 |
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