1. |
Some Motherfucker
02:50
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Some Motherfucker
Some motherfucker hit my Buick
Some motherfucker drove away
Some motherfucker hit my Rendezvous two thousand six
Some dumb motherfucker’s a dick
Some motherfucker must a been drinking
Some motherfucker want no DUI
Some motherfucker wasn’t thinking
Some motherfucker’s fixin’ to cry
bye bye
Some motherfucker really blew it
I got a clear shot of her car and plates
You were a dumb motherfucker and you knew it
The moment you saw me fly over The Crow Bar gate
Some motherfucker really blew it
I got a clear shot of her car and plates
You were a dumb motherfucker and you knew it
The moment you saw me fly over The Crow Bar gate
Some motherfucker
I said some motherfucker
I said some motherfucker hit my
Some motherfucker hit my Buick Rendezvous
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2. |
You Have Nervous
03:16
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You Have Nervous
She said you
You have nervous
I told her I had seven cups of coffee
Right before she saw me
She still said you
You have nervous
It’s got nothing to do
With all those shots of cold brew
I think I really love you
She sees almost every day at school
Like Schneider I’m the super
I got all the tools
oh yeah
She tries to put the blame
all on me
She’s too ashamed to admit
that it’s she
Who’s in love with me
She said you
She sees almost every day at school
Like Schneider I’m the super
I got all the tools
oh yeah
She tries to put the blame
all on me
She’s too ashamed to admit
that it’s she
Who’s in love with me
She said you
You have nervous
You have nervous
You have nervous
You have nervous
You have nervous
You have nervous
You have nervous
You have nervous
Nervous
Nervous
Nervous
Nervous
Nervous
Nervous
You have nervous
Nervous
Nervous
Nervous
Nervous
Nervous
Nervous
Nervous
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3. |
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Charlie’s Angels
Jacyln Kate and Farah
Fought the war on terrah
Long before W.
The bikini poster fad
Gave birth to Cheryl Ladd
Replacing Jill in season two
When Mom and Dad would go to choir practice
Baby sitter sat us on our asses
One foot right in front of the TV screen
Wednesday nights on ABC
We were glued to the carpet
Stuck like in a tarpit
While the sitter made out with an older boy
If we knew we didn’t care
With The Angels on the air
All our senses were filled with feathered joy
When Mom and Dad would go to choir practice
Baby sitter sat us on our asses
One foot right in front of the TV screen
Wednesday nights on ABC
Then there was The Bionic Woman
And Steve Austin The Six Million Dollar Man
We only had three channels
That was more than enough
Prime-time line-up was from Heaven above
When Mom and Dad would go to choir practice
Baby sitter sat us on our asses
One foot right in front of the TV screen
Wednesday nights on ABC
Wednesday nights on ABC
Wednesday nights on ABC
And God bless Brother John Ritter
And Three’s Company
And God bless Brother John Ritter
And Three’s Company
And God bless Brother John Ritter
And Three’s Company
And thank god for Suzanne Sommers and her Thighmaster machine
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4. |
All Ties Together
04:07
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All Ties Together
I eat Saltines and soda
Like Abe Vigoda
A modern day Yoda
With an analog eye
I was born in Binghamton
I like Foghat and Frampton
Crunchin’ on Cap’n
Triscuits and fries
I sent out a postcard
To a Mexican boat yard
They said if I worked hard
I could come on board
We hit a bad weather cycle
I prayed to Saint Michael
To bless our survival
And make it to shore
Once more
We smoked all the oars
Sweet Hippie Heather
It all ties together
Thanks to Hair Science
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
I looked at my mood ring
Said I was a booze fiend
Since two thousand sixteen
I’ve stayed high and dry
I was born in Binghamton
Can’t remember was nappin’
But my fingers were snappin’
Toes were a tappin’
Oh my
And my mother was high
She said I’m not high
Then she started to cry
Thanks to Hair Science
Hair Science
Hair Science
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Sweet Hippie Heather
It all ties together
Sweet Hippie Heather
It all ties together
Sweet Hippie Heather
It all ties together
Thanks to Hair Science
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
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5. |
It's Ugly
02:35
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6. |
The Wrong Angels
02:59
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The Wrong Angels
Nylon stretches
better than leather
In stormy weather
alone together
The preacher offers her food and shelter
Warm holy water
A farmer’s daughter
She prays over and over
She’ll forget this when she’s older
As her dress slips off her shoulder
Hides her fear holds her composure
The story goes
According to Mother
A long lost brother
Went undercover
He shows up
Twenty years later
To advocate her
Educate her
He shows her all the pictures
Of The Reverend Father Richards
How he silenced all the sisters
Buried secrets if they whispered
You never had a chance
You never had a chance
You were born into the hands
Of the wrong angels
You’re not going to hell
You fell to your knees
Your hell’s his disease
And he’ll do what he pleases
Swear to Christ you won’t tell
It’s what he learned as a boy
Don’t make any noise
Or I’ll cut out your voice
You never had a chance
You never had a chance
You were born into the hands
Of the wrong angels
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7. |
Bash and Pop Chips
03:05
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Bash and Pop Chips
Bash and Pop Chips
Barbecue hot lips
Hands on your two hips
Trampoline back flips
Go tell your sister
How much you missed her
Play a game of Twister
Now you got a blister
On a giant horse, sword and shield
Counting all the chickens in the Filaree fields
One two three four five six seven
All good coyotes go to heaven
Bash and Pop
Fighting the forces of evil
Sebastian Pop
Malibu’s Evil Knievel
Bash and Pop Chips
Sugar rush hop skip
Don’t run, gonna slip
Split your pants, skinny dip
I can’t wait to see you
Mom and Poppa Murphy too
Ben and Em and Bonnie Boo
Ling Ling in the friggebod
Bash and Pop
Don’t fall for her tricks or the money
Sebastian Pop
Beware the fluffy bunny
Bibble and Honey
Sebastian Pop
Let’s see what you got
Sebastian Pop
Are you Over The Top
Sebastian Pop
Let’s see what you got
Sebastian Pop
Are you ready to rock?
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8. |
Anyhow, Anyway, Anymore
03:58
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Anyhow, Anyway, Anymore
The purple mountains were all peaking
X-rated radiation leaking
Into the streams of our sub conscience
Into repeated dreams of nonsense
You’re talking over me
I’m walking through you
You’re talking over me
I’m walking through you
You’re talking over me
I’m walking through you
Suddenly time implodes
And nothing makes no cents
Anyhow, anyway, anymore
She swims with the whales upon her belly
Stares at the penguin on the tele
Sex and drugs is what we pay for
Love and death is what we pray for
You’re talking over me
I’m walking through you
You’re talking over me
I’m walking through you
You’re talking over me
I’m walking through you
Suddenly time implodes
And nothing makes no cents
Anyhow, anyway, anymore
You’re talking over me
I’m walking through you
You’re talking over me
I’m walking through you
You’re talking over me
I’m walking through you
Suddenly time implodes
And nothing makes no cents
Anyhow, anyway, anymore
Anyhow, anyway, anymore
Anyhow, anyway, anymore
Anyhow, anyway, anymore
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9. |
All the Way
03:59
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10. |
Tenth Grade
02:44
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Tenth Grade
Goin’ to school
Lookin’ like that
Van Halen II was my soundtrack
’73 164
Fuel Injected Swedish four door
Hung with nerds
stoners and hicks
Impressed with my heavy metal licks
Grew out my hair
It started to curl
Never really worked to get the girl
And I knew way back I had to get away
Feeling like I wasn’t quite like
All those redneck assholes
I wonder where they are today
In a trailer park
On your third wife
Ten kids and another one
Probably on the way
God I don’t envy you now
How did I ever survive
And who turned out more fucked up after all
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