The Cramps

You ain't no punk, you punk.
You wanna talk about the real junk?
If I ever said (BEEP) I'd be banned
'Cause I'm your garbageman.

Well if you can't dig me, you can't dig nothin'.
Do you want the real thing, or are you just talkin'?
Do you understand?
I'm your garbageman.

Yeah, now it's up from the garage and down the driveway.
Now get outta your mind or get outta my way.
Now do you understand? Do you understand?
Louie, Louie, Louie, Lou-i
The bird's the word, and do you know why?
You gotta beat it with a stick.
You gotta beat it 'til it's thick.
You gotta live until you're dead.
You gotta rock 'til you see red.
Now do you understand?
Do you understand?
I'm your garbageman.

Aw, dump that on mine...

Yeah it's just what you need when you're down in the dumps.
One half hillbilly and one half punk.
Eight long legs and one big mouth.
The hottest thing from the north to come out of the south.
Do you understand?
Do you understand?

Whoo, I can't lose with the stuff I use,
And you don't choose no substitutes.
So stick out your can
'Cause I'm your garbageman.

Louie, Louie, Louie, Lou-i
The bird's the word, and do you know why?
You gotta beat it with a stick.
You gotta beat it 'til it's thick.
You gotta live until you're dead.
You gotta rock 'til you see red.
Now do you understand?
Hmmmm?
Do you understand?
Do you understand?
All right, now go!

(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!

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...

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

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.)

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

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.

(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?!

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