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A Cigarette Is All You Get
I'm all freaked out I'm all tweaked out I'm being chased by insects And I wanna eat my cigarettes I can't hang out I'm all strung out I've got to grab me by the throat I've got to herd me like a goat A cigarette is all you get So hold your fire, don't light it yet I'm all mixed up I gotta fix me up I wanna pull my tongue out And turn my nostrils inside out I'm all dried up I'm all fried up I wanna burn things now and then If I've been talkin' to businessmen A cigarette is all you get So hold your fire, don't light it yet I'm all shook up I wanna get hooked up I wanna listen to Elvis I wanna shake my pelvis I wanna take the train downtown I wanna hear some Junior Brown I wanna move my groovy hips I wanna bite my shaky lips A cigarette is all you get So hold your fire, don't light it yet |
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Just Chillin
You said you like mixin' it up I said I don't like to chat You said you smoked the big kahunas I said I'm not like that I'm just chillin', I'm just hangin' So don't be spillin' your stuff on me I'm just chillin', I'm just hangin', baby You said you played some pocket pool I said I played some myself You wanna try it together sometime I only play by myself I'm just chillin', I'm just hangin' So don't be spillin' your stuff on me I'm just chillin', I'm just hangin', baby You've got your friends in high places Babe, I can pull my own strings You said I'm a name in a phone book I don't have one of those things I'm just chillin', I'm just hangin' So don't be spillin' your stuff on me I'm just chillin', I'm just hangin', baby You said we're cogs in a great big machine Babe, I've got the right tools You said it's all just a crazy dream Well, I've got plenty of fuel I'm just chillin', I'm just hangin' So don't be spillin' your stuff on me I'm just chillin', I'm just hangin', baby I'm just chillin', I'm just hangin' So don't be spillin' your stuff on me I'm just chillin', I'm just hangin', baby |
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Well looky here now, my oh my
I got a bug stuck in my eye I feel the chill right through my coat I got a pill stuck in my throat I'm a man, walking with a stick I'm a man who likes to get in his kicks I'm the man, talking to his dick I'm the man getting all the chicks You're gettin' flirty with me, You're talkin' dirty to me, You're sayin' "c'mon, baby!" YEAH! I want to par-tay! P-par-tay! I want to par-tay! P-par-tay! I should have checked before I chewed I got a worm stuck in my food I'm walking funny and it's not by chance I got some shit stuck in my pants You know that I could have my pick You know that I got quirks and ticks I like the way you play your tricks I like the way you like to squirm and kick You're gettin' flirty with me, You're talkin' dirty to me, You're sayin' "c'mon, baby!" YEAH! I want to par-tay! P-par-tay! I want to par-tay! P-par-tay! You know that it's not just a joke I like to suck back a lot of Coke I like the sugar it contains I like the syrup in my veins I'm a man walking with his drink I'm a man talking to his drink I'm a man woofing in the sink And I'm the man, whatever you may think! You're gettin' flirty with me, You're talkin' dirty to me, You're sayin' "c'mon, baby!" YEAH! I want to par-tay! P-par-tay! I want to par-tay! P-par-tay! I want to par-tay! P-par-tay! I want to par-tay! Par-tay! Par-tay! par-tay! I want to par-tay! Par-tay! I want to... |
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Give Yourself A Hand
Hello, Mr. Fussy Hello, Mrs. Nice Have you ever shared a bathtub Full of beer and ice? I know you want to I know you can Put down your children And free up your hands Come on and free up your hands Come on and free up your hands Do you still like to kiss her? Do you still hold her hand? Would you cheat with her sister? Do you march to her band? And when you're by yourself With a drink in one hand Do you break your little rule And give yourself the other hand? C'mon and give yourself a hand C'mon and give yourself a hand C'mon and give yourself a hand C'mon and give yourself a hand I know your wife's uncle He's a very nice man He's got long clever fingers On his lovely pink hands Did you give that bad boy The back of your hand? I know you want to I know you can Give him the back of your hand Give him the back of your hand Give him the back of your hand Give him the back of your hand |
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Get You In The Morning
I want it cheap, I want it now I want it fast, and I want it with feeling I want it deep, I want a vow I want it to last, and I want it with meaning I will come and get you in the morning We'll just go and not give any warning I am the cheap, I'm right here now I'm moving fast, and I've got the feeling I'm going deep, I've made my vow It is my last, and it's the one I'm keeping I will come and get you in the morning We'll just go and not give any warning I will come and get you in the morning I'm on my game, I walk the walk I smell the smell, and I feel the feeling It's in my name, I talk the talk I ring the bell, and I do the dealing I am the name, I am the walk I've got the smell, and I've got the feeling I'm going deep, I'm going fast I'm going now, and I'm going with meaning I will come and get you in the morning We'll just go and not give any warning I will come and get you in the morning We'll just go and not give any warning I will come and get you in the morning We'll just go and not give any warning I will come and get you in the morning |
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Pissed With Me
You try to play it cool, but you're pissed with me In the swimming pool where you kissed with me You're a shiny jewel, two-fistin' drinks on me You're a killing tool, you're getting pissed with me Pissed with me, baby All night long Pissed with me, baby All night long Another drink and a little ice Would be quite good, I think, baby, don't think twice You say we're kissin' cousins, well that's very nice Baby, I've kissed dozens, you've got that extra spice Kissin' with me, baby All night long Kissin' with me, baby All night long I've been having some trouble, someone's dickin' with me I think I must have a double who's been frickin' with me Well, he seems like fun, he looks just like me He's doing everyone, so you be stickin' with me Stickin' with me, baby All night long Stickin' with me, baby All night long Pissed with me, baby All night long Kissin' with me, baby All night long |
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Just Shoot Me, Baby
Take off your mink coat, take off your muff Get on the table and show us your stuff Right here next to me I'm a fat old man, sweatin' and huffin' A gin in my hand and your pretty little muffin Right here next to me Just don't feed me with no tube Or change my dirty diaper If I'm back at mommy's boob Call in the frickin' snipers And just shoot me, baby Stuff me in the cracks, Stuff me In the toilet, sweetie, put me in the trash But be next to me Send me to my room, hold me down And spank me, use the wooden spoon But be next to me Just don't feed me with no tube Or change my dirty diaper If I'm back at Mommy's boob Call in the frickin' snipers And just shoot me, baby .. Dip me in the river You'll never wash my dirt away Rip out my liver, baby But be next to me Just don't feed me with no tube Or change my dirty diaper If I'm back at Mommy's boob Call in the frickin' snipers And just shoot me, baby... |
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A Little Something
There's some stuff on my shoe That's got nothing to do With the places you think that I've been And the stuff on my breath Isn't some kiss of death From the people you think I've been seeing Could I please be excused? I'm very confused I think I'd better have a little something I think I'd like to have a little something Though you probably forget There's a place that we met When we first started lying at night It was good on the car You would go pretty far And you seemed like you wanted a fight Could I please be excused? I'm very confused I think I'd better have a little something I think I'd like to have a little something I think I'd better have a little something I think I'd like to have a little something There's a star in the sky It's caught my eye And I'm sure that I've seen it before It was quite long ago And we stood on the snow But I can't recall where anymore Could I please be excused? I'm very confused I think I'd better have a little something I think I'd like to have a little something I think I'd better have a little something I think I'd like to have a little something |
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I Love Your Goo
I love your guts, I love your goo Your ugly blood, your creepy heart The heart that's true to me and you I thank you I'd eat your gum, I'd eat your goo I love the blood that lights your eyes And makes your lips the colour blue I thank you Your flesh and your insides Your blood and your outsides You're blameless and I'm shameless I am the shit upon your shoe Your creepy blood is in my heart The heart that's true to me and you I thank you Your flesh and your insides Your blood and your outsides You're blameless and I'm shameless I'm in the mud, I'm in the goo Your face is cold, your lips are blue But your heart is true to me and you I thank you Your flesh and your insides Your blood and your outsides You're blameless and I'm shameless |
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Aching To Sneeze
I've been aching to sneeze Begging please, pretty please But I can't get the thing to come out I've been down on my knees I've been pissing on trees But the evil thing just won't come out Come on out, my pretty baby Relieve me of my burden, little baby Come on out, my pretty baby I've been waking at dawn With the big bird on And I can't make the thing go away I've been throwing up drinks In the toilets and sinks But it just sticks around anyway Come on out, my pretty baby Relieve me of my burden, little baby Come on out, my pretty baby I've been waking at dawn With a fever going on And a stain that just won't wash away I've got nothing to hide It's just something inside That keeps coming back, day after day Come on out, my pretty baby Relieve me of my burden, little baby Come on out, my pretty baby My pretty baby My pretty baby....... |
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Playing Dead
I know that you don't love me I know you hate my guts I know the nasty things you say About me, to those sluts Well, maybe I'm a weasel Maybe I'm a liar Maybe I'm a skinny punk Who couldn't change a tire I'm laying down and I'm playing dead I ain't fetchin' no stick, no way, baby I've always been this pasty I've always been this shape I'm just a teensy-weensy thing Passed on by itsy-bitsy apes I'm laying down and I'm playing dead I ain't fetchin' no stick, no way, baby You know that you could train me You know I'd sit and beg But you think I'm just a dirty dog That tried to hump that pretty leg I'm laying down and I'm playing dead I ain't fetchin' no stick, no way, baby.. |
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