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John Lonely
04:23
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John Lonely
Ol’ John Lonely‘s lost his mind
Ol’ John Lonely’s goin’ blind
ten hours in the bathroom
now it’s in his left hand
ooooo John Lonely
ooooo John Lonely
Now John Lonely’s in the street
There’s something danglin’ near his feet
it trips him up and the townsfolk laugh
“That’s O.K! I’m gonna get ya’ll back!”
ooooo John Lonely
ooooo John Lonely
Ol’ John Lonely‘s on the prowl
we hear he’s lookin’ for a cow
well hot damn can you blame the man
he’s so well endowed
ooooo John Lonely
ooooo John Lonely
I better scramble up a tree
I hear John Lonely’s after me
better hurry up I can’t take my time
I think I hear him comin’ from behind
ooooo John Lonely
ooooo John Lonely
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Ten Ton Cheese
04:23
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Ten Ton Cheese
Who hath prophetic vision sees
In future time a ten ton cheese
Several companies would join
To furnish curd for great combine,
More honor far than making gun
Of mighty size and many a ton!
Well, we have seen thee, queen of cheese,
lying quietly at your ease,
gently fanned by evening breeze,
thy fair form no flies dare seize!
TEN TON CHEESE!
Cows numerous as swarms of bees,
Or as the leaves upon the trees,
It did require to make thee please,
And stand unrivaled queen of cheese.
TEN TON CHEESE!
Of the youth beware of these,
For some of them might rudely squeeze
And bite your cheek, then songs or glees
We could not sing, oh! queen of cheese.
TEN TON CHEESE!
(Guitar solo)
(Drum solo)
So British lands could confederate
Three hundred provinces in one state,
When all in harmony agrees
To be pressed in one like this cheese,
Then one skillful hand could acquire
Power to move British empire!
We’rt thou suspended from balloon,
You’d cast a shade even at noon,
Folks would think it was the moon
About to fall and crush them soon.
TEN TON CHEESE! Chorus x2
Oooweooweooooweoooo
TEN TON CHEESE! Chorus x2
Compiled from “Ode on the Mammoth Cheese” and “Prophesy of a Ten Ton Cheese”
by James McIntyre (1827-1906)
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Get your concepts off my raw fish!
Who do you think you are?
Some Brechtian Rock star?
Kareem Abdul Jabar
In a compact car?
Get your concepts off my raw fish!
Ham fisted guitarist
Faux film noirist
Semi-pro con-artist
Narcissistic Farcist!
Get your concepts off my raw fish!
You really piss us off
The way you sulk and scoff
Stay away from me
I wanna be happy!
You think you’re so fucking smart
All head and no heart
Check this graphic chart
Stick to math not art!
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Irate Sally
03:18
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Irate Sally
irate sally with a gun in her hand
blew through the head of her two timin' man
sam said this sure wasn't in my plan
she just whacked me and she sacked me
in the back of my van
the supersonic message sender spit out the point
and split his apparatus like a dove-tail joint
went rippin through sally's bridal magazines
starting a paper mache' bouquet for her dead dream
cock-sure excuses float away with the smoke
sally stands there thinking of her own private, private joke
laughing then leavin' and singing out loud
a victory song that would make her momma proud
sally takes sammy's visa - gets a cash advance
and buys sam a mocking pair of crotchless pants
and a one-way for a red-eye down to mexico
she calls sam up before it's time to go
sings him a message on his failing machine
he's got a fucked up version of "my ding-a-ling"
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Rock n Roll Hell
05:16
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Rock n Roll will steal your soul
It hits you deep down below
Rock n Roll will steal your soul
We’re takin’ you down, down below
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Ballman, Bollocks, Buttocks, Swinger
Give this world the evil finger
Hallman, Hallocks, Swaine, Swanger
In this world there is a danger
Todd, Tisdale, Waterhouse, Weeks
It sure is hot in here!
A new watch on his arm
so he can tell the time
so he can plan ahead
waste no time
what you want is all around
Rock n Roll will steal your soul
It hits you deep down below
Rock n Roll will steal your soul
We’re takin’ you down, down below
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
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Fuck
04:23
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FUCK
Fuck you fuckingly you fucking fucks
I’m wanna fuck you mother-fuckers ‘till I’m all fucked up
Gonna fuck you high, fuck you low
Fuck you fucking fast and fuck you slow
I wanna fuck!
Who wants to fuck?
We want to fuck!
Who wants to fuck?
We want to fuck!
I’m a lover and a fighter I do both at once
Lovetaps on the ass when I’m lickin’ you cunts
When other fellas sit drinkin’ and smokin’ their blunts
I wanna F. U. C. K. fucking fuck!
I wanna fuck!
Who wants to fuck?
We want to fuck!
Who wants to fuck?
We want to fuck!
I’m gonna fuck up, fuck with, fuck on and on
Fuck until the mother-fucking break of dawn
Gonna fuck you far and fuck you wide
I’ll take you on a mother-fucking fucking ride!
I wanna fuck!
Who wants to fuck?
We want to fuck!
Who wants to fuck?
We want to fuck!
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The Falsies Charlottesville, Virginia
How do we rock thee? Let us count the ways.
We rock thee to the depth and breadth &
height
Our amps can reach, when feeding back all night
In our long sets, & with our lack of breaks.
We rock thee to the decibel of every stage's
Most violent need, by PA & strobing light.
We rock thee freely, as we scream in mics;
We rock thee purely, as we turn a phrase.
We rock thee...
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