I feel ugly and dirty and tired I can't get to sleep my head is wired Can't get my mind off a stupid girl Came into my life and wrecked my world Got myself
We've got to get together And we've got to save the snails Let's board the purple spaceships Before they set sail I want a Yes reunion And you know I
Death's alright with me How funny it can be hahaha Death's alright with me It's a chance to grow Death's alright with me Put me on deathrow My gun
You know what Stuart? I like you.You're not like the other people here in the trailer park. Oh, don't get me wrong. They're fine people. Good Americans
Good evening, ladies and gentlemen And welcome to P.J.'s Astrological Love Lounge We are Lester Shy and the Shyphonics My name is Lester Shy and these
It's a Friday night cookin' show With a horse-meat dish I had to stay in the freezer All Thursday eve Talkin' to that horse, I really had to go Down
Let's do something loud, fast and with absolutely no redeeming qualities. 1 - yeah! 1 - yeah! 1 - yeah! YAAGH! That was your cue. Chorus: Don't abort
She's been tripping over the flowers in her garden The weeds are growing high She dropped her laundry off at school And hung her children on the clothesline
Your ears fell off in the parking lot Your blood's still drippin', God, I hope it clots You say you're okay but we know you're not Your eyes went crossed
Hey I do not like you college brat I do not like you and your frat I do not like you at the shore I do not like you drunk on Coors I do not like your
Everybody's got nice stuff but me Everybody's got nice stuff but me Everybody's got nice stuff but me Everybody's got nice stuff but me Look at that
There are others, and then there is myself I must learn to distinguish the others from myself They are separate people, with different personalities
Filet of sole baby Is my favorite dish Filet of sole baby When the dish is fish 'Cause, oh, I lose control When you serve filet of sole Now you're cookin
[2 versions] Version 1: --------- from the Smokin' Banana Peels EP contributed by Mike Brennan (djpolokus@hotmail.com) Looking for a girl to hug
Are we not the living proof of the idiot God who placed us here Are we not His dirty children, His unwashed sons who He holds dear Are we not the proof
's how I wanna go Stoned and fat and wealthy And sitting on the bowl Lots of people say That it's sad The King is gone Well, Elvis might be dead But
Gave to the gorilla girl, gobs and gobs of love No one else would touch that girl unless they wore a glove Gifted was this girl of mine, great knowledge
Should people with leprosy And a past history of psychosis Be allowed to teach our children? Your calls, after this There's an old lady who washes her