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Ms. Rogers
02:58
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King Friday you know he hates change
Lady Elaine, gal’s got game
untie your shoes unzip your cardigan
love you Mr. Rogers, king among men
It’s a beautiful day in my universe…
Ride in Trolley to the Land of Make Believe
cut paper scissors sound so soothing
cape out of burlap make me strong and brave
feed fish teach us how to behave
I love you and you love me
we’re an imaginary family
There’s a beautiful egg in my uterus…
Take me, take me, take me, Mr. Rogers…
It’s a beautiful day in my uterus
There’s a beautiful egg in my universe
It’s a beautiful day in my universe
There’s a beautiful egg in my uterus
Would you be my could you be my
won’t you be my lady?
Would have my could you have my
won’t you have my baby?
Would you be mind could you be mine
you inseminate me?
Would you join my could you join my
won’t you join my family?
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2. |
Nudist
02:08
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Tits out wang out tits out wang out
tits out wang out
Out. Out. Out.
We’re the nudist shredders
bopping with our tops down
watch our breasts bounce
Ah. Ah. Ah.
We’re the nudist shredders
rocking with our choche out
watch our balls melt
plug it in plug it in plug it in don’t plug it in
Electrocuted dingle
Emancipated tingle
Emasculated winkle
Ejaculated tinkle
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3. |
Butthole
03:05
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Hello I'm Butthole the Unicorn
met a girl called Cassidy Jone
she won me off a Vegas casino
pretty thing done brought me home.
To have to hold she brought me home
o'er peaks through woods our love shone
to have to hold but not to own
our paths crossed o'er the rainbow.
Came here in a slave bag from China
don't you worry ma now I'm finer.
Snatched me off the wall Circus Circus
brought me to the water no thirst no thirst.
o'er yonder through the valley we go
She treats me kindly
she has a monkey
she wants only
to be kind to me
Flowers on her eye, bonnet on her head.
Vacation kid look what she did.
She gambled for me and she won
Bared my soft fur to the sun
- -me I'm not the only one
Her tender heart her tender heart
she's set apart by her tender heart
her tender heart her tender heart
I'll be Butthole to her Tin Farts
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Pigeon
03:26
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Staring in your death-bound beady eye
hard to believe I’m here to kill you
hate in your eye says you’ll fight me true
I’m a yogi not a gunman
crown of foreskins round my head
I am the god who’s praying for you
I am the god who’s praying for you
You put her in the gutter
threw her in the gutter and you thought that you got her
I did it out of love
threw her in the gutter hope she found a better lover
You put her
no really
I should not
have killed her
I am the god who’s praying for you
I am the god who’s praying for you
I killed him lord I am the pigeon killer crow and sparrow
I feel his love, eka pada rajakapotasana
I killed him lord I am the pigeon killer crow I’ll spare ya
I feel his warmth, eka pada rajakapotasana
True fighter…
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5. |
Two-Ton Load
03:45
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Didn’t tell you your clumsy songs sound like shit
ignored your din stared in the fire pit
wind whistled into a gale
and out of the fire emerged a whale
shot his two-ton load in her face
Displace your disgrace
Displace your disgrace
Ain’t no Bonanza ripoff
no Bob Marley remake
blast out your semen’s weakness
psychocomedic malaise
fuck down fuck deep in the ocean
fuck down fuck deep in the ocean
Tuned in my ears to distant goats
evolutionarily mawing they’re oats
pacifist king of the ocean
unsheathes his twelve-foot schlong
engorges female vulva
with the beauty of his song
fuck the whales fuck fuck fuck the whales
let us all fuck the whales
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6. |
Men
03:37
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Wrong hole, you get no juice
long pole casting for troupe
I took my grandmother’s name
I got my mother’s face
Daddy gave me these boots
but I made the lace
found my way in the world
on a performance cruise
strapped my dancing shoes on
these I’ll never lose
strapped my dancing shoes on
these I’ll never lose
Hop on the teenager ship
soak in the sea splash
responsibility is for the riff raff
my cabin’s in coach
I walk the deck
flotation device around my neck
buffet all you can eat
I eat a shit ton
butter both sides
answer to no one
clean off your shit
take a sitz bath
everyone a bidet
shit first class
Bee bop bidet…
It gets me woozy…
My gut don’t need Dramamine
I can swim a chase
you heed your captain’s tips
I’ll make my own haste
get me off of this ship
I had enough of this
land ho! up ahead
through my binoculars
land ho! up ahead
through my binoculars
Hop on the leanover ship
be our ballast
off to fight for my life
after math class
they’ll hang you for this
honor of no one
responsibility is for the slow ones
take the rage into your dick
let out a blast
it’s the light of your flesh
water your trees next
crash your car into the sea
pull out a fish
scale and debone it quick
shred the carcass
Let the car crash
shred the carcass
Let the car crash
shred the carcass
Wooo!
Take the light into your tip
innards aglow
you had your nourishment
now you can go
sail away ownership
with it your honor
responsibility is for the goners
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7. |
Molasses
02:17
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Honey, could you get me some sugar
My ass runs fast through the tall grass
My ass runs fast through the tall grass
Go fast, no sass, no molasses
Go fast, no sass, no molasses
Trailblaze so fast fogged glasses
Domino not trash white processed
Go fast so fast wet jacket
So fast won’t last wet jacket
My ass runs fast through the tall grass
My ass runs fast through the tall grass
Go fast, no sass, no molasses
Go fast, no sass, no molasses
Trailblaze so fast fogged glasses
Domino not trash white processed
So crass can’t last wet jacket
So crass so crass the crassest
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8. |
Stew
04:02
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The robots are hungry
Cobra must hunt
Cobra slithers through the tall grass
high up on the cliff wall far above the whipping wave
cobra hunting for some rabbit
hunting for some meat some meat to feed his crew
knife out slither through the wheatgrass gotta skin em up now
gotta gotta feed the crew
skin him put him in the stew skin him put him in the stew
rabbit looks up to the cobra
sir, I’m not meant to die
sir, I’m busy with the rabbits
busy on the screw, making kids like rabbits do
go out hunt yourself some carrots put them in your stew
find some potatoes too
that’s what I would do
Cobra I don’t want to boil, Cobra I don’t want to boil
Who called for rabbit stew, who called for rabbit stew?
Robot took lunch into his own hands
high up in the mountain far above the office space
Robot slithered up the cobra put him in the stew
scooped up all the rabbits, threw them in too
pulled down all the eagles, chopped up all the seagulls
threw in the humans too
struck a match to the flame struck a match to the flame
It’ll kill you too it’ll kill you too
we’re all a-boil we’re all the soil
take me for the meat
chew upon my bones
take my kin back to camp
feed them to your own
cobra bones robot bones rabbit bones cobra bones carrot bones potato bones
human bones seagull bones eagle bones cobra bones cobra bones cobra bones cobra bones
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9. |
Egg
01:05
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Fry an egg on it woo!
Fry an egg on it woo!
Fry it in the butter and you kimchi and you pickle it
pour some ketchup over it, fold it like an omelet
Fry an egg on it woo!
Fry an egg on it woo!
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10. |
Slide
03:22
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She’ll learn, don’t worry she’ll learn
She’s a young one doesn’t know anything
hasn’t learned yet she can’t choose.
Supremely talented, she’ll learn plenty
wait see what she might do.
She don’t know, she don’t know
No-know-no-know-no-no
You don’t know, you don’t know
No-know-no-know-no-no
Don’t move.
Can’t choose.
Won’t lose.
Slow news.
Good Shoes.
Straight blues.
Slide through.
Slick chute.
Stay cool.
She’s a young one, she’s a young one,
she’s a young one, she’s a young one
Supremely talented, she’ll learn plenty.
Supremely talented, supremely talented.
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