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(This one's dedicated to all you Gucci bag carriers out there, it's call "You Got Good Taste!")
Boo! I got this stuff on the tip of my tongue Chandeliers light up the pictures you hung Whoooo! You got good taste! Whoo, baby, good taste! Ah, you got good taste, Oh, baby, good taste! Well, you got a big vase, Tomato paste, But one thing, babe, you gotta face Oooooh, and that's good taste! Hey! Good taste! Well, I mean good taste! Baby-baby-baby good taste! Well, you got good taste, and I ain't dumb Ah, ooh-wee baby, a-yum-yum-yum! Ah-oooooooh, you got good taste! Good taste! Ooh, you got good taste! My baby, good taste! (Uh, both of 'em.) You got good taste. You got good taste. You, come here, Sit on my...lap. You know I know where it's at... Ooooh, you got good taste! Whoo, baby good taste! Yummy yummy good taste! Baby-baby-baby good taste! Whoo! You musta snagged somethin' in them fishnet stockings, You got something I can put my heart in! You got good taste! That's right! Good taste! Hoooo! You got good taste! Baby-baby-baby good taste! Well, you got good taste. Yeah, you got good taste. Huh-huh-huh Baby, baby, baby you gotta good taste. Baby, baby, baby you gotta good taste. And a-baby, baby, baby, it's all over the place. Oh, baby, baby, baby you gotta good taste. Ho! |
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Well, how do you keep a moron
In wighat suspense? I'll tell you that later, But first I'll tell you this... Ah, hoo! (screaming) Hoo! Well now Willy tore his hair out And Sally grew a beard Vince went apeshit And cut off his ears Ruby went to town Completely upside down Sally spilled some powder And had a tantrum in her gown She went hoo! (screaming) Hoo! Well my mama had twin babies On one sweet summer day She beat one in the head And I'm the one that got away Protected by my wighat And my Frederick's snakeskin pants I rode my horse to Hollywood And did a wondrous dance I went hoo! (screaming) Hoo! Well, great jumpin' catfish Do the limbo on my face But no one seems to notice When my wighat is in place My wighat lifts me higher Than I've ever been before You can go and buy yours At all better wighat stores Just ask for hoo! Hoo! Hoo! Hoo! Hoo! Hoo! Hoo! Yeah, they wear them in Exotica When they get the blues They voted them the best When worn with matching shoes It's the call of the wighat That brought you to this place It's just a big, fat, Hairy fashion race Yeah, hoo! (screaming) Hoo! Well, I trained a dinosaur For the prehistoric stage But the discovery of the wighat Is what made me the rage Now some things come, And some things have gone, But wighats are forever Yeah, they just go on and on And on and hoo! Hoo! Hoo! Hoo! Hoo! Hoo! Hoo! But I can still hear Mama callin', "Junior! Git home! What's got into you? What's that on your dome?" It's the call of the wighat It's the modern age taboo For they forever separate The old from the new Yeah, hoo! (trilling) Hoo! Bye bye! Bye bye, wighat! Bye bye, wighat! Bye bye, you big fat... |
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If you want wild livin' fast
And if you want to end up givin' your all That's because Pussycat, she's livin' reckless Pussycat, she's ridin' high If you think that you can take her Well, just you try It's that she doesn't see What's wrong for my She's running fast and free Child of the night In her life there'll be no time for love You'll never take her, make up your mind You will find Pussycat, she's livin' reckless Pussycat, she's ridin' high If you think that you can take her Well, just you try It's that she doesn't see What's wrong from right She's running fast and free Child of the night In her life there'll be not ime for love You'll never take her, make up your mind You will find Pussycat, she's livin' reckless Pussycat, she's ridin' high If you think that you can take her Well, just you try Yeah just you try Yeah come on and try Come on and come on and try Come on and try |
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Well, I don't know about art, but I know what I like
I'll be a-surfin' in a swamp on a Saturday night Well, I've been to the mountain and it's just a big hill I guess I'm nuthin' but a gorehound, born to thrill The devil gets dizzy at the stuff I dig I go crazy, and crazy, 'til I flip my lid 'Cuz I ain't nuthin' but a gorehound I ain't nuthin' but a gorehound All I ever do is go around 'Cuz I ain't nuthin' but a gorehound Well, ain't it nice to be nice when you can't be nice? Oooh, gee, you're swell as hell, pussycats on ice Well, the devil with a blue dress, blue dress on I go crazy and crazy, goin' goin' gone Well, ashes to ashes and dust to dust Easy come, easy go, ain't no big fuss 'Cuz I ain't nuthin' but a gorehound I ain't nuthin' but a gorehound All I ever do is go around 'Cuz I ain't nuthin' but a gorehound Oh, no, no... Well, I don't know about art, but I know what I like I'll be a-surfin' in yer blood on Saturday night Yeah, the devil with a blue dress, blue dress on I go crazy and crazy, goin' goin' gone Yeah, the devil with a blue dress, blue dress on I go crazy and crazy, goin' goin' gone 'Cuz I ain't nuthin' but a gorehound I ain't nuthin' but a gorehound All I ever do is go around 'Cuz I ain't nuthin' but a gorehound I ain't nuthin' but a gorehound I ain't nuthin' but a gorehound I ain't nuthin' but a gorehound (Stick that knife in the crimson jimson and twist, Peppermint Lounge.) |
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Well, I feel depressed, I feel so bad now
'Cause you're the best girl that I ever had, now I can't get no love, I can't get satisfaction Hoo! Little girl, psychotic reaction ...And it sounds like this! Well, I feel so lonely night and day I can't get your love, I must stay away Ooh, I want you girl, by my side Hoo! Little girl with the lovin' inside I can't get your love, I can't get an itty bitty fraction Hoo! Little girl, psychotic reaction |
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Oh my, oh me
What in the world's come over me? I'm seeing things that I should never see! Spiders in my eyelids and ghosts in the cheese! What in the world's come over me? I've lost touch with reality! Reality! Reality! Reality! Oh my, oh me The dead walk the angry sea! Vampire lesbos are after me! I'm coming unhinged, weak in the knees! I'm floating away from reality! Reality! Reality! Reality! Hear the wind whistle through my noggin, "Palisades Park" by Freddy Cannon. Ride the void to outer space, Pull my eyeballs right out of my face! A world of leatherwork and rubber ashtrays! Beautiful gardens and all kinds of games Oh, I've had way too much of me, And now I can't get back to reality! Reality! Reality! Reality! Reallllllllllll... That's enough. (fade out) (fades back in) (played backwards: "If I said this in English, this record company would turn into a parking lot.") You know, music sure sounds better than it used to. |
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(Hasil Adkins)
Why's don't I tell you what it is? I wen' out last nigh' and I got messed up When I woke up this mornin' Shoulda seen what I had inna bed wi' me She comes up at me outta the bed Pull her hair down the eye Looks to me like a dyin' can of that commodity meat And says And says Woo ee ah ah! Woo ee ah ah! Woo ee ah ah! Woo ee ah ah! Wooooeeeeahhh! So this time we got waay over here (Where?! Where?!) I don't know, since it was early dawn's light She jumped up outta the car She pulled her hair down her eye She looked to me like a dinosaur 'bout to jump outta that seat She said She said She said Woo ee ah ah! Woo ee ah ah! Woo ee ah ah! Woo ee ah ah! Wooooeeeeyahhhh! So this time we got waaay over here And then we went waay down here We got all the way over 'n that lady sound like this: Oooooo! Oooooo! She said She said Woo ee ah ah! Woo ee ah ah! Woo ee ah ah! Yoo ee ah ah! Wooooaaahhyahh! So this time we went waaay over there Now things was really gettin' goin' Boilin' up with the blisters She sound like this: Ooooo! Ooooo! She jumped up outta the car Pulled her hair down her eye And do you know what she tol' me? Do you know what she try to tell me? She said Ooooo! It feel so goood! Woo ee ah ah! Woo ee ah ah! Woo ee ah ah! Woo ee ah ah! Woo woo eeeeeyahhhh! Yah yah yah! Woo ee ah ah! Woo ee ah ah! Woo ee ah ah?! |
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Ah, my favorite brain soup -
Cream of nowhere Ooh baby, your asphalt eater hung ten The hoedads and gremmies say you reached top end So do the dead, through the lights The surfin' dead, oooh make it tight The livin' dead now baby lose their heads Now baby, doin' the dead Yeah you're a high-rev hauler with all four on the floor But your a-bone's busted and you're through the door So do the dead, juice the Coupe Come on the livin' dead, ooh you're in the soup The livin' dead now baby, like I said now baby, do the dead Your carburetor don't carb, got a hammer down this Your generator gens but your pistons don't work Do the dead, run for ten The surfin' dead, c'mon turn it in The livin' dead insist, it's the latest twist, do the dead Run run run run, now do it Stay sick! You square brains out there better beware Oh this phantom driver down in the ground You better plant 'em right or they'll come around Move out baby, move that mound Or they'll dig it up and they'll shut you down So c'mon, aw c'mon, aw c'mon . . . Now life is short and it's filled with stuff So let me know baby when you've had enough Oh do the dead, turn blue Yeah the surfin' dead, as dead as you There's nothing on the radio when you're dead There's nothing at the movie show when you're dead There's nowhere left for you to go when you're dead Do the dead, yeah do the dead Do the dead, surfin' dead |
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