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The Presidents Of The United States Of America



Kitty

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


Feather Pluckn

 

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

 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


Peaches

 

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