The Presidents Of The United States Of America
Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow
Meow, meow
Meow, meow
Little bag of bones been out all night
Little bag of bones been out all night
Can you hear him, scratchin' at the screen door
Can you hear him, scratchin' at the screen door
Little bag of bones been out all night
He needs some pettin' and lovin' on his head
He needs some pettin' and lovin' on his rain-soaked hide
He's circlin' around my ankle
He's circlin' around my ankle
He needs some pettin' and lovin' on his hide
Hey Kitty won't you come inside
Kitty at my foot and I wanna touch it
Kitty at my foot and I wanna touch it
Kitty at my foot and I wanna touch it
Kitty at my foot and I wanna touch it
Kitty at my foot and I wanna touch it
Kitty at my foot and I wanna touch it
Kitty at my foot and I wanna touch it
Kitty at my foot and I want to touch it
Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow
Meow, meow
Meow, meow
Pussy purrin' and lookin' so satisfied
Pussy purrin' and lookin' so satisfied
I'm Lost in his little yellow round eye
Lost in his yellow round eye
Pussy purrin' and lookin' so satisfied
Kitty rear up and scratch me through my jeans
Kitty rear up and scratch me through my jeans
Fuck you, Kitty you're gonna to spend the night
Fuck you, Kitty you're gonna to spend the night
Fuck you, Kitty you're gonna to spend the night outside
Kitty at my foot and I wanna touch it
Kitty at my foot and I wanna touch it
Kitty at my foot and I wanna touch it
Kitty at my foot and I wanna touch it
Kitty at my foot and I wanna touch it
Kitty at my foot and I wanna touch it
Kitty at my foot and I wanna touch it
Kitty at my foot and I want to touch it
Touch it, I want to touch it
I wanna touch it, I wanna touch it
I wanna touch it, wanna touch it
I wanna touch it
Kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty touch it
Kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty touch it
Kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty touch it
Kitty at my foot and I want to touch it
But that's totally
But that's totally
Billions of birdies squawkin' outloud
Talkin' in code to clams in the clouds
They send a secret message, they send it by worm
So vibratin' spiders will receive the word
But that's totally feather pluckin' insane
Ten million monkeys all pick up guitars
(But nobody taught them how)
Five thousand fishies rockin' really, really, really hard
(Nobody taught them how)
Check out Chickey, drivin' Piggy's little blue car
(Nobody taught him how)
Well, flies like to fly 'cuz they don't like to stay
They buzzin' in the ears of the chicken all day
Chicken understand and he pick out the code
Send a subsonic signal through the snot in
The middle of an elephant's long, wet, cold, grey nose
But that's totally feather pluckin' insane
Ten million monkeys all pick up guitars
(Nobody taught them how)
Five thousand froggies rockin' really, really, really hard
(Nobody taught them how)
Check out Chickey, drivin' Piggy's little blue car
(Nobody taught him how)
[There's an extra verse here on the PopLlama version]
All the froggies had a good time
All the chickies got their toes wet
All the monkeys had a drumset to share
Everybody had a good time
All the froggies had a good time
All the chickies got their toes wet
All the monkees had a drumset to share
Everybody had a good time, oh yeah, said oh yeah
oh yeah, oh yeah, said oh yeah
oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Everybody supernova
Everybody supernova
Everybody supernova
Everybody supernova
Lump sat alone in a boggy marsh
Totally motionless except for her heart
Mud flowed up into Lump's pajamas
She totally confused all the passing piranhas
She's Lump, she's Lump
She's in my head
She's Lump, she's Lump, she's Lump
She might be dead
Lump lingered last in line for brains,
And the ones she got were sort of rotten and insane
Small thing's so sad that birds could land
Is Lump fast asleep or rockin' out with the band?
She's Lump, she's Lump
She's in my head
She's Lump, she's Lump, she's Lump
She might be dead
Lump was limp and lonely and needed a shove
Lump slipped on a kiss and tumbled into love
She spent her twenties between the sheets
Life limped along at subsonic speeds
She's Lump, she's Lump
She's in my head
She's Lump, she's Lump, she's Lump
She might be dead
Is this Lump out of my head, I think so
Is this Lump out of my head, I think so, yeah
Is this Lump out of my head, I think so
Is this Lump out of my head...
Stranger
You, Lynyrd Skynyrd hat
And me, little kitty
Sat across with a velvet jacket
Wild orange hair, and dark, dark eyes
I gawked like a twelve year old smitten
Carla the stripper, straight from L.A.
You seem cool for a naked chick in a booth
Let's be pals someday (in other words)
Put some clothes on and call me
I saw you, it was incredible
Slim, relaxed, buyin' wine at the QFC
On a snowy Saturday night
Black pearls, and I swear you were drinking beer
You were the redhead behind the counter there
I'm the one who fell out of his chair there
You had your dry cleaning and I think you're dreamy
I saw you, it was incredible
Mumbled these words at you, unintelligible
Ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma
Ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma
Ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma
Ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma
Ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, hey you there, what time is it?
(I saw you, cool, it was incredible)
Boll Weevil
Get down
Let me tell you about a friend of mine
His name's Boll Weevil, check him out
Spends all day on his big butt
And he don't ever, ever get outside
I come to visit, I bring some sunshine
And I just spread it all over the fire
He's stuck on his big couch, stuck in his big shell
He looks at the TV and he's all right
I come from the Drug Lord, the local drug store
Bug is a fly, baby he's never uptight
And I wonder:
Boll Weevil, why don't you get out of your home?
He said, I'm comfortable here, I don't wanna move, I don't wanna leave
I said, Boll Weevil get right out of your home
Good bye, I gotta stay, I'll move some other day bye bye, gotta go to sleep
And let the tube shine, let the tube shine,
Let the tube shine, let the tube shine
Now I would tell you about Boll Weevil, but that bug is just too scary
He's sittin there all alone, I try to coach him out, with chocolate pie
But he would not move a muscle, and I tried
To make him see that the sun is shining outside
Make him see that the sun is shining outside
Make him see that the sun is shining outside
Make him see that the sun is shining outside
Make him see that the sun is shining outside
Check it out
Boll Weevil get right out of your home
Boll Weevil get right out of your home
Boll Weevil get right out of your home
Boll Weevil get right out of your home
Now I would tell you about Boll Weevil, but that bug is just too scary
He's sittin there all alone, I try to coach him out, with chocolate pie
But he would not move a muscle, and I tried
To make him see that the sun is shining outside
Make him see that the sun is shining out
Make him see that the sun is shining outside
Make him see that the sun is shining outside
Make him see that the sun is shining outside
Make him see that the sun is shining outside
Make him see that the sun is shining outside
Make him see that the sun is shining outside
Make him see that the sun is shining outside
Make him see that the sun is shining outside
Make him see that the sun is shining outside
Make him see the sun, make him see the sun
Make him see the god damn sun
Movin' to the country, gonna eat a lot of peaches
I'm movin' to the country, I'm gonna eat me a lot of peaches
I'm movin' to the country, I'm gonna eat a lot of peaches
Movin' to the country, I'm gonna eat a lot of peaches
Peaches come from a can, they were put there by a man
In a factory downtown
And if I had my little way, I'd eat peaches everyday
Sun soaked in bowls just in the shade
Movin' to the country, I'm gonna eat a lot of peaches
Movin' to the country, I'm gonna eat a lot of peaches
I'm movin to the country, gonna eat a lot of peaches
Movin' to the country, gonna eat a lot of peaches
I took a little nap where the roots all twist
Squished a rotten peach in my fist
And dreamed about you woman
I poked my finger down inside, makin' a little room for a ant to hide
Nature's candy in my hand or can or pie
Millions of peaches, peaches for me
Millions of peaches, peaches for free
Millions of peaches, peaches for me
Millions of peaches, peaches for free
Look Out!
Millions of peaches, peaches for me
Millions of peaches, peaches for free
Millions of peaches, peaches for me
Millions of peaches, peaches for free
Look Out!
Dune Buggy
A little blind spider took the wheel
Navigatin' grass blades completely by feel
Got a sassy chasse, sparkle in the sun
All four small bald fat tires rockin' through the sand and burnin' up
Little dune buggy in the sand
Little blue dune buggy in my hand
Okay, I got a rubber band motor hummin' on the beach, ready for fun
Quit spinnin' that web and come out and play in the sun
Eight thimble sized cylinders to be as smooth as you please
Spider's bad ass fat old abdomen's stuck in the bucket seat
Little dune buggy in the sand
Little blue dune buggy in my hand
Squishy transmission was caught in drive
Spiderman was squintin' at the sand and the sky
Spiderwoman in the front seat, screamin' "go, go, go"
He's ridin' the accelerator down to the floor with his fuzzy little toe
Little dune buggy in the sand
Little blue dune buggy in my hand
Little blue dune buggy
Little blue dune buggy
Little blue dune buggy
Little blue dune buggy
Little blue dune buggy
Little blue dune buggy
Little blue dune buggy
Little blue dune buggy
Little blue dune buggy
We Are Not Going To Make It
Wow!
We're not gonna make it
No, no, we're not gonna to make it
'Cuz there's a million better bands
With a million better songs
Drummers who can drum
And singers who can sing
Deep in my heart, I do believe
We're not gonna make it
No, no, we're not gonna to make it
Cuz' we don't have the talent
And we don't have the time
And we don't have the patience
And we don't know how to rhyme
Deep in my heart, I do believe
We're not gonna make it
No, no, we're not gonna to make it
Said no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no,
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no,
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no,
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
We're not gonna make it
We're not gonna...
(yeah, uh, bye)
Kick Out The Jams
Well I've been elected to rock your asses 'till midnight
Well this is my term and I've shaved off my perm, but it's alright
I solemnly swear to uphold the constitution
Got a rock 'n' roll problem, well we got a solution
Just let me be who I am, and let me kick out the jams, yeah
Let me kick out the jams, I done kicked 'em out
Well, I've been selected to orbit the planet in a rocket (in a rocket)
I'm goin' to Mars, I got a message for the poodle in your pocket
(In your pocket)
Well, Mission Control, callin' supernova, the hotline's rockin',
You can come on over, and let us be who we am,
And let us kick out the jams, yeah
Kick out the jams, we done kicked'em out
Body
Little salamander, where did you go?
The edge of the yard
I found you, you know
All brown and hard
I can't get your body out of my mind
I can't get your body
I can't get your body out of my mind
I can't get your body
She goes smooth through my body
Through my body, she goes smooth
She goes smooth through my body
Through my body, she goes smooth
Little killer froggy, where did you hop?
Under the entertainment center
Realized you just couldn't stop
The worms found a hole in your booty they could enter
And I can't get your body out of my mind
I can't get your body
I can't get your body out of my mind
I can't get your body
You go smooth through my body
Through my body, you go smooth
You go smooth through my body
Through my body, you go smooth
Hey little lizard, where did you slink?
Left your cage door open
Under the basement sink
The drippin' water made your moldy body eyes open
And I can't get your body out of my mind
I can't get your body
I can't get your body out of my mind
I can't get your body
Can't get your body out of my mind
I can't get your body
Can't get your body out of my mind
I can't get your body
Can't get your body out of my mind
I can't get your body
Can't get your body out of my mind
I can't get your body
Back Porch
Happy with no teeth, happy here in hibernation
Slurpin' on a peach, starin' at the situation
Kitty at my foot, meowin' out a conversation
Rockin' back 'n' forth, that's my only destination
Old man on the back porch, old man on the back porch
Old man on the back porch, and that old man is me
Old man on the back porch, old man on the back porch
Old man on the back porch, and that.....
Meeeeeeeee-ow, wow, wow, wow
Got a two-string on my lap, total subsonic vacation
Got chicken on the drums, poundin' out a perfect prescription
Got twenty little worms, all plug into amplification
Got fifteen hundred bass drum luggin' bug-eyed monkeys
All arriving at the station
Old man on the back porch, old man on the back porch
Old man on the back porch, and that old man is me
Old man on the back porch, old man on the back porch
Old man on the back porch, and that.....
Me me meeeee-ow whoa, whoa, whoa
(Chris and Dave's part sung at the same time)
Chris:
I'm sittin' on the back porch, kickin' my legs back, rockin in my rockin'
chair,Just sittin' there. On the little back porch it's about to fall apart
So I think I might repair it, just as I'm thinkin about repairin' it
Some little friends come along with some two-string, one string
No string guitars (Hey Chris wanna jam?), and they plug
Them all into the back porch, and they sit around playing all their
favorite songs And kickin back, feelin' real good, real fine, real full of
the wine
And everything's fine, everything's beautiful, everything's great
And I just feel so good, you know I'm seventy years old and
I'm slurpin' everything through a straw
Dave:
I'm sittin' here on the back porch just eatin' chocolate pudding through a
straw
And I heated it up on a little sterno stove, tastes just like a warm body
fluid goin' down, little players comin' 'round, pluggin' in their
instruments, feelin' good
about Themselves, singin' original songs, by the original masters
And I'm sittin' there on the porch, rockin' back 'n' forth in my little old
chair
But I'm an old man on the back porch, old man on the back porch
Old man on the back porch, and that old man is me
Old man on the back porch, old man on the back porch
Old man on the back porch, and that.....
Candy
Well sugar's only sweetness
Salt is ocean's tears
And you were my only weakness
For years and years and years
You little yellow sweetie
You were hiding in a jar
Now my mind is gone completely
Take off the lid and there you are
You're my candy
Candy
Well the devil, she made sweet candy
Took six days and nights to dream
On the seventh day she rested
Woke up early and made ice cream
Now the devil, she must be a dentist
With deep jawbreaker eyes
Red rope hair, gum drop lips,
Cotton candy thighs
You're my candy
Candy
Chocolate Lava stole my body
And aftertaste stole my mind
Left me danged and down defenseless
And then sweet candy, she said goodbye
Now my teeth are worn and useless
My eyes too sunk to see
My tongue swole up to twice its size
And all I wanna do is eat
Candy, my candy
My candy, my candy
Suckin' on my candy
Naked and Famous
I can't explain glacial motion
Or why Los Angeles don't drop into the ocean
I can't unfold the layers of mystery
Or piece together the tragedy of history
'Cuz those lucky suckers, they don't have to work
Big 3-D billboards and big 30-foot Smurfs
And everybody wants to be naked and famous
Everybody wanna be just like me, I'm naked and famous
I met a poet, said she didn't like the smell of it
Then took her clothes off in a restaurant for the hell of it
I met a DJ who lived in seclusion, reality and sobriety were her only
delusions
And those lucky bastards, they don't have to work
Big 3-D billboards and big 30-foot Smurfs
And everybody wants to be naked and famous
Everybody wanna be just like me, I'm naked and famous
Woo uh hoo hoo hoo
Wow ah hoo hoo hoo
Well, don't get a nosebleed, don't get upset
We can't be naked and famous just yet
There's a big gold dollar sign on the Sunset Strip
And you can send your friend a postcard, it ain't worth the trip
Everybody wants to be naked and famous
Everybody wanna be just like me I'm naked
Everybody wants to be naked and famous
Everybody wanna be just like me I'm naked
Everybody wants to be naked and famous
Everybody wanna be just like me I'm naked
Wow wow yeah
Ah hoo hoo hoo
Whoo
Everybody wants to be naked and famous
Everybody wants to be just like me I'm naked and famous
Carolyn's Bootie
I caught a glimpse of Carolyn's Bootie
As she was going from the bathroom into my bedroom (into my bedroom)
Somethin' about a curse did something to my penis
She's got the curves just like on the Venus de Milo (Venus de Milo)
Later on, I laid my hands on her
Later on, I laid my hands on her
Later on, I laid my hands on her
Later on
I caught a glimpse of Carolyn's Bootie
As she was getting dressed for work in my room (in my room)
I saw the moonbeam shine on her bootie,
I saw the sunbeam shine on her butt, I like it (me like it)
Later on, I laid my hands on her
Later on, I laid my hands on her
Later on, I laid my hands on her
I wanna kiss some bootie
Curvaceous
So delicious
Mmmm Nutritious
B-b-b-b-b-b-bodacious
Twig in the Wind
Creepy, weepy, willow, pillow buggy shit
Transcendental big wheel, can ya feel it?
I got a chickey face down, trippin' so damn hard
His head splits open, stuffin' spills out into the car
Cup of dirty water and a lonely boney frog
Slip me seven dollars and I'll pump it full of smog
You paint a monkey gold, let him loose downtown
You start him with a smile, he'll come back with a frown
He's just a twig in the wind, a twig in the wind
A twig in the wind, a twig in the wind
Thick and thin and alright
mmm-mmm
mmm-mmm
mmm-mmm
hmm-mmm
I'm happy feeling crappy in my nappy little car
Squozen, frozen, duplicated, drunk in a bar
Tape recorded all distorted genius machine
I'm spokesmodel dipped in refried beans
And piggies' fateful price to put their heads on the stump
The dusty, busted, skeletons will pay at the pump
The multi-nippled rotating DJ sap
I'm shoulder high in crap and my water wings are flat
I'm just a twig in the wind, a twig in the wind
A twig in the wind, a twig in the wind
Thick and I'm thin and alright
Solo time (hey look at me!)
I'm twig in the wind, a twig in the wind
A twig in the wind, a twig in the wind
A twig in the wind, a twig in the wind
Well alright, yeah, yeah, hell yeah, hell yeah
Candy Cigarettes
Three PM and she's under the covers
Dumpster breath she's my hungover lover
Strong as steel, four olive martini
Hand on her head and one on my weinie
She's in bed, she's suckin' on a candy cigarette
She's in bed, she's suckin' on a candy cigarette
She's in bed, suckin' on a candy cigarette
Suckin' on a candy cigarette
Three PM and we're slow to recover
We're hangin' out and well hungover
This Ernie Steele's makes a mean martini
So pass the fire and light me sweetie
She's in bed, suckin' on a candy cigarette
She's in bed, she's suckin' on a candy cigarette
She's in bed, suckin' on a candy cigarette
Suckin' on a candy cigarette
Fuck California
I'm in the mountains
They're so beautiful and crystal clear
They scrape the clouds with their top
(and fuck California)
The air's so clear
I drink it in it makes me drunk
I fall down and fall asleep
(and fuck San Fransico)
I dream of some little evil land
With twisted little cragily experiences
Down below the Oregon Border
(and fuck San Bernardino)
I'm there in my dreams
I'm there in my nightmares
And I got to sing about it all day long
(and fuck weed)
You've been naked in the sunshine
You've been buried in the sand
You've been living on the fault line
In a chemical plant
I've been pounding up and down I-5
Highways wanader such a blast
If only I could erase the ???
???? wouldn't it so fast
This city is so beautiful
The clouds come out in the fall
And I love to see them back
(and fuck California!)
Even on a cloudy day
The sun pokes out through at the end of the day
To make a little sunset experience even though you're depressed
(and fuck Santa Cruz)
Ohh I'm in Central Oregon now
Driving my little tin blue can
And I hear green onions sing
(and fuck W????)
Green onions on the little stereo
And I feel like I'm going the right way
Northway North, North, North, North, North!
(Yeah keep goin' north boys!)
(all right!)
(Yahoo!)
Sonic cookie on the outside
??? frosting all alone
You've been fucking Winona Ryder
And she got crabs on your bone
The only good thing about California
Is the band that I saw
They held there breath to shout out Supernova
They were playing in a shopping mall
Supermodel
Love child to Gengis Kahn
and a beautiful busty amazon
On the death star with her godfather, Darth Vader
Nine months later
But that's impossible,
Yeah she's super-collosul
She'll make a fascinating fossil
Supermodel, oh yeah
Supermodel,
Not just a regular girl, check it out
She made a metal at a million miles high
She got a haircut scrapin the sky
She made it with the Terminator, Schwarzennegger,
Nine months later
But that's impossible
Yeah she's super supercollosul
She'll make a fascinating fossil
Supermodel, oh yeah
Supermodel, not just a regular girl
Supermodel, oh yeah
Supermodel, oh yeah
Supermodel, oh yeah
Supersonics, oh yeah
Supermodel, oh yeah
Supermodel, oh yeah
Supermodel, oh yeah
Supermodel, oh yeah
Supermodel, oh yeah
Supermodel, oh yeah
Supermodel...
Not just a regular girl, a Supermodel.
Devil In A Sleepin' Bag
We here headed to Seattle
Promotion sickness on the road
Takin' it home to rock it out for the kids
Dropped a tranny, jumped a railroad
And went through a music store
If you wnat to buy a van we're taking bids
And the Devil shivered in his sleepin' bag
he said traveling down the road is such a drag
If we make it home by Friday we can brag
And the Devil shivered in his sleepin' bag
Well i just got back from Austin
Ron and Guy-O done it all
Funky Weasles there for all the world to see
Lord, i hear an angel strummin'
In a bar under the stars
Junior Brown, Junior Browne, pick for me
And the Devil shivered in his sleepin' bag
he said traveling down the road is such a drag
If we make it home by Friday we can brag
And the Devil shivered in his sleepin' bag
Video Killed The Radio Star
I heard you on my wireless back in '52
I like awake intent on tuning in on you
If I was young it didn't stop you coming through
oh-a-oh
They took the credit for your second symphony (makes wierd noises)
Rewritten by machines on new technology
And now I understand the supernova scene
oh-a-oh
You met the first one
oh-a-oh
I met your children
Video killed the radio star
Video killed the radio star
In my mind and in my car, we can't rewind we've gone too far
And now we meet in an abandoned studio
You hear the playback and it seems so long ago
And I remember, the jingles used to go,
oh-a-oh
You were the first one
oh-a-oh
You were the last one
Video killed the radio star
video killed the radio star
In my mind and in my car, we can't rewind we've gone too far
oh, yeah
Video killed the radio star
video killed the radio star
In my mind and in my car, we can't rewind we've gone too far
Pictures came and broke your heart
Put all the blame on VCR....ready?
Crowd:
Oh, radio star
oh, radio star
Video killed the radio star (repeat 9 times)
Tube Amplifier
Chris:
I got myself a little
Tube amplifier
It's large and lovely to behold
La, La, La, La, La
I got myself a
Tube Amplifier
Now I'm gonna' be
A big one
I got myself a little
Tube amplifier
It's large and lovely and its old
La, La, La, La, La
I got myself a
Tube Amplifier
Now I'm gonna' be
A big one
Dave:
I got myself a brand new
Big perfect driver
I'm gonna take it
To the range (take it to the range)
I got myself a new
Big perfect driver
And now I'm gonna
Hit a big one (hit a big one)
Jason:
I got my self a new
hammer and pliers
I'm gonna fix
some funky drums (fix some funky drums)
I got my self a new
hammer and pliers
And now I'm gonna be
And now I'm gonna be
And now I'm gonna be
A big one