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| 1. |
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When the going gets tough
And the stomach acids flow. The cold wind of conformity Is nippin' at your nose When some trendy new atrocity Has brought you to your knees Come with us we'll sail the Seas of Cheese |
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| 2. |
| 2:55 |
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Here they come
Here come the bastards I heard it from a confident - Who heard it form a confidant They're definately on their way There's one with this idea Something about a hammer head shark Nosehairs and flatus Best keep your distance because Here they come here come the bastards Bury your head deep in the sand Anonyminity is a virtue in this day and age Amazing hand dexterity Flagrant misuse of security Better run, run, run, run, run Run Run Run Run, here they come. |
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| 3. |
| 4:17 |
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I'm gonna teach you how to play the game
of warfare Suddenly it appears to me You got a bit much dignity For your own good, boy Yes sir, yes sir. I will rape your personality Pummel you with my own philosophy Strip you of your self-integrity To make you all a bit like me I said right, left Sgt. Baker here again And if you calls me "puddin Tame" I'll stomp you down, boy Steers and Queers Steers and Queers where you come >From there's just steers and queers And you ain't got no horns, boy Yes sir, yes sir I will rape your personality Pummel you with my own philosophy Strip you of your self-integrity To make you all a bit like me I said right, left |
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| 4. |
| 4:33 |
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In a town in southernmost Sicily
Lived a family too proud to be poor In the year that fever took father away They hastened for American shores Now a mother and her son are standing in line It's a cold day on Ellis Isle And they look to the Statue of Liberty For the boy we have American Life Ong is a Laotian refugee He works in the audio trade The smoke from flux is filling his lungs He's earning minimum wage Spending spare time down on San Pablo ave Once a week gets a woman for the night And he writes home tales of prosperity For the boy we have American Life Bob is an unemployed veteran Born and bred in the South Bronx He's living off the streets down in east L.A. Residing in a cardboard box Now he plays a little quit and he has a small dog Searching for aluminum cans And he hold on tight to his dignity He was born into American Life |
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| 5. |
| 3:11 |
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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 |
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| 6. |
| 4:19 |
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I just can't seem to blend
Into society I have no hope for this dim Simplicity of law and order By whose rules I see no rhyme in the reason I hold no hope for this holy treason Of love and so soft By whose standards They tell me, they tell me Who are they, who is they |
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| 7. |
| 3:28 |
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Is It Luck?
My socks and shoes always match Is it Luck? There's a foot at the end of each of my legs Is it Luck? I can play my bass for you Is it Luck? Some gals like to kiss my face Is it Luck? Is it Luck? There was food inside your mouth today Is it Luck? Your barber cuts your hair just so Is it Luck? When the taste of sex is on your lips Is it Luck ? Is it Luck ? Cyanide works oh so fast Is it Luck? Polyester makes you sweat Is it Luck? If a graham cracker gets you off Is it Luck Love. Love ? Is it Luck ? Is it Luck Said she wanted my body, not my mind. So, I showed her my dictionary to show her the words that I know, not quite desiring to, and how loquacious I can be when I set my mind down to it. But she wasn't impressed. Oh no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no! She wasn't impressed at all.....She whispered in my ear!!! She whispered in my ear, and she said: "Do you wanna get LUCKY, little boy?" Well, I smiled. Smiled and I said..... Is it Luck ? Is it Luck Is it Luck ? Is it Luck Is it Luck ? Is it Luck Is it Luck ? Is it Luck Etc.. |
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| 8. |
| 0:38 |
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As I stand here in the shower
Singing Opera and such Pondering the possibility that I pull the pud too much There's a scent that fills the air Is it flatus? Just a touch And it makes me think of you |
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| 9. |
| 4:15 |
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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 |
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| 10. |
| 1:43 | 
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| 11. |
| 5:20 |
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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 |
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| 12. |
| 7:46 |
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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. |
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| 13. |
| 2:41 |
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"You bastards!"
Here they come... (repeat) "Shut up, you bastards!" "You just called me a bastard, didn't you?" |
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