The Royal Nonesuch by Big River

She's got one big breast in the middle of her chest
And an eye in the middle of her nose
So says I, if you look her in the eye
You're better off looking up her nose
Whoever you are, wherever you've been
You've come this far
Well, come on in
See the nonesuch
I get up early, I stay up late
I've seen it before
But I still can't wait
To see the nonesuch
(REPEAT CHORUS)
Because the nonesuch will be exhibited in a state of nature
No ladies will be permitted
But the education of no man or boy is complete
Until he has witnessed this shocking spectacle
Believe you me
It's the best of the best
I know what I'm saying I've seen the rest
The nonesuch
It'll strike you blind
With a heave and a sigh
But come up close enough
To risk one eye
For the nonesuch
She's got hound dog ears that hang down to here
And lips like the bud of a rose
So says I, if you look her in the eye
You're better off looking up her nose
Only fifty cents, the one half port of o dollar
Servants ten cents
I've been to Natchez and to New Orleans
But this beats anything I've ever seen
The nonesuch
I've your money, I can see your face
Now come on in and take your place
For the nonesuch
Well, it ain't no woman and it ain't no man
And it don't wear very many clothes
So says I, if you look her in the eye
You're better off looking up her nose

WELL, I GUESS I'D PAY TO SEE THAT

You Don't Know Me by Shirley Horn

You give your hand to me
And then you say hello
I can hardly speak
My heart is beating so
And anyone can tell
You think you know me well
But you don't know me
Oh you don't know the one
That thinks of you at night
Who longs to kiss your lips
And yearns to squeeze you tight
No I'm just a friend
That's all I've ever been
You just don't know me
I never knew the art of making love
Though my heart aches with love for you
Afraid and shy, I let my chance go by
The chance that you might love me too
You give your hand to me
And then you say goodbye
I watch you walk away
Beside the lucky guy
You'll never, never know
The one who loves you so
You just don't know me
I never knew the art of making love
Though my heart aches with love for you
Afraid and shy, I let my chance go by
The chance that you might love me too
You give your hand to me
And then you say goodbye
I watch you walk away
Beside the lucky guy
Who'll never, never know
The one who loves you so
You just don't know me
You'll never, ever know
mmmm, cause you just don't know me

ITS ALL JUST HONKING HORNS BRA... THATS ALL IT IS. HONKING HORNS

Hard to Explain by The Strokes

Was an honest man
Asked me for the phone
Tried to take control

Oh, I don't see it that way
I don't see it that way

Oh, we shared some ideas
All obsessed with fame
Says we're all the same

Oh, I don't see it that way
I don't see it that way

Raised in Carolina
"I'm not like that"
Trying to remind her
When we go back

I missed the last bus, I'll take the next train
I try but you see, it's hard to explain
I say the right things, but act the wrong way
I like it right here, but I cannot stay
I watch the TV; forget what I'm told
Well, I am too young, and they are too old
The joke is on you, this place is a zoo
"You're right it's true"

Says he can't decide
I shake my head to say
Everything's just great

Oh, I just can't remember
I just can't remember

Raised in Carolina, she says:
" I'm not like that"
Trying to remind her
When we go back

I say the right things but act the wrong way
I like it right here but I cannot stay
I watch the TV; forget what I'm told
Well, I am too young, and they are too old
Oh, man, can't you see I'm nervous, so please
Pretend to be nice, so I can be mean
I miss the last bus, we take the next train
I try but you see, it's hard to explain

THERE'S A LOT THAT I JUST CANT EXPLAIN... AND THE OLDER I GET I FIND THAT I CAN EXPLAIN LESS AND LESS

Changes by David Bowie

I still don't know what I was waiting for
And my time was running wild
A million dead-end streets
And every time I thought I'd got it made
It seemed the taste was not so sweet
So I turned myself to face me
But I've never caught a glimpse
Of how the others must see the faker
I'm much too fast to take that test

Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
(Turn and face the strange)
Ch-ch-changes
Don't want to be a richer man
Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
(Turn and face the strange)
Ch-ch-changes
Just gonna have to be a different man
Time may change me
But I can't trace time

I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence and
So the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're going through

Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
(Turn and face the strange)
Ch-ch-changes
Don't tell them to grow up and out of it
Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
(Turn and face the strange)
Ch-ch-changes
Where's your shame
You've left us up to our necks in it
Time may change me
But you can't trace time

Strange fascination, fascinating me
Changes are taking the pace
I'm going through

Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
(Turn and face the strange)
Ch-ch-changes
Oh, look out you rock 'n rollers
Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
(Turn and face the strange)
Ch-ch-changes
Pretty soon now you're gonna get older
Time may change me
But I can't trace time
I said that time may change me
But I can't trace time

MAN THIS SONG SPOKE TO ME ON A VERY PROFOUND LEVEL IN HIGH-SCHOOL... AND TO SOME EXTENT IT STILL DOES... IT MAKES ME CHECK MY SHIT WHEN I START TO SCOFF YOUNG PEOPLE WHO ARE STARRY EYED AND TRYING TO CHANGE THE WORLD

That's What Friends Are For by Dionne Warwick and Friends

And I never thought I'd feel this way
And as far as I'm concerned
I'm glad I got the chance to say
That I do believe, I love you

And if I should ever go away
Well, then close your eyes and try
To feel the way we do today
And then if you can remember

Keep smiling, keep shining
Knowing you can always count on me, for sure
That's what friends are for
For good times and bad times
I'll be on your side forever more
That's what friends are for

Well, you came in loving me
And now there's so much more I see
And so by the way
I thank you

Oh and then for the times when we're apart
Well, then close your eyes and know
The words are coming from my heart
And then if you can remember

Keep smiling and keep shining
Knowing you can always count on me, for sure
That's what friends are for
In good times and bad times
I'll be on your side forever more
That's what friends are for

Keep smiling, keep shining
Knowing you can always count on me, for sure
That's what friends are for
For good times and bad times
I'll be on your side forever more
That's what friends are for

Keep smiling, keep shining
Knowing you can always count on me, for sure
'Cause I tell you, that's what friends are for
Whoa, good times and the bad times
I'll be on your side forever more
That's what friends are for

A CORN BALL SONG BUT IT STILL PULLS THE HEART STRINGS

Dumb Ways to Die by Tangerine Kitty

Set fire to your hair
Poke a stick at a grizzly bear
Eat medicine that's out of date
Use your private parts as piranha bait

[Refrain:]
Dumb ways to die
So many dumb ways to die
Dumb ways to di-ie-ie
So many dumb ways to die

Get your toast out with a fork
Do your own electrical work
Teach yourself how to fly
Eat a two-week-old un-refrigerated pie

[Refrain]

Invite a psycho-killer inside
Scratch a drug dealer's brand new ride
Take your helmet off in outer space
Use a clothes dryer as a hiding place

[Refrain]

Keep a rattlesnake as a pet
Sell both your kidneys on the Internet
Eat a tube of superglue
I wonder, what's this red button do?

[Refrain]

Dress up like a moose during hunting season
Disturb a nest of wasps for no good reason
Stand on the edge of a train station platform
Drive around the boom gates at a level crossing
Run across the tracks between the platforms

They may not rhyme but they're quite possibly
The dumbest ways to die
The dumbest ways to die
The dumbest ways to di-ie-ie-ie
So many dumb
So many dumb ways to die

Be safe around trains... a message from Metro

ITS KIND OF SAD WHEN THE WAY A PERSON DIES MAKES PEOPLE LAUGH... BUT ITS ALSO SORT OF COOL... SONGTIME TURNED 12 YEARS OLD YESTERDAY

1999 by Prince

Don't worry, I won't hurt U
I only want U 2 have some fun
I was dreamin' when I wrote this
Forgive me if it goes astray
But when I woke up this mornin'
Coulda sworn it was judgment day
The sky was all purple,
There were people runnin' everywhere
Tryin' 2 run from the destruction,
U know I didn't even care

'Cuz they say two thousand zero zero party over,
Oops out of time
So tonight I'm gonna party like it's 1999

I was dreamin' when I wrote this
So sue me if I go 2 fast
But life is just a party, and parties weren't meant 2 last
War is all around us, my mind says prepare 2 fight
So if I gotta die I'm gonna listen 2 my body tonight

Yeah, they say two thousand zero zero party over,
Oops out of time
So tonight I'm gonna party like it's 1999
Yeah

Lemme tell ya somethin'
If U didn't come 2 party,
Don't bother knockin' on my door
I got a lion in my pocket,
And baby he's ready 2 roar
Yeah, everybody's got a bomb,
We could all die any day
But before I'll let that happen,
I'll dance my life away

Oh, they say two thousand zero zero party over,
Oops out of time
We're runnin' outta time (Tonight I'm gonna)
So tonight we gonna (party like it's 1999)
We gonna, oww

Say it 1 more time
Two thousand zero zero party over oops,
Out of time
No, no (Tonight I'm gonna)
So tonight we gonna (party like it's 1999)
We gonna, oww

Alright, it's 1999
You say it, 1999
1999
1999 don't stop, don't stop, say it 1 more time
Two thousand zero zero party over,
Oops out of time
Yeah, yeah (Tonight I'm gonna)
So tonight we gonna (party like it's 1999)
We gonna, oww

Yeah, 1999 (1999)
Don'tcha wanna go (1999)
Don'tcha wanna go (1999)
We could all die any day (1999)
I don't wanna die,
I'd rather dance my life away (1999)
Listen 2 what I'm tryin' 2 say
Everybody, everybody say party
C'mon now, U say party
That's right, everybody say (Party)
Can't run from the revelation, no (Party)
Sing it 4 your nation y'all (Party)
Tell me what you're singin', baby say (Party)
Telephone's a-ringin', mama (Party)
C'mon, c'mon, U say (Party)
Everybody, [two times] (Party)
Work it down 2 the ground, say (Party)
(Party)
Come on, take my body, baby (Party)
That's right, c'mon, sing the song (Party)
(Party)
That's right (Party)
Got a lion in my pocket mama, say (Party)
Oh, and he's ready 2 roar (Party)

Mommy, why does everybody have a bomb?
Mommy, why does everybody have a bomb?

SINCE PARTIES GET BETTER EVERY YEAR I GUESS THE PARTY OF 2015 IS BETTER THAN THE PARTY OF 1999

Santa Claus Wants Some Lovin' by Abert King

Now Mama's in the kitchen cookin'
And her children are fast asleep
It's time for Santa Claus
To make his midnight creep 'cause

Santa Claus wants some lovin'
Santa Claus wants some lovin'

I know there's something real pretty
Underneath that Christmas tree
But I ain't had no lovin'
And it's wearin' me cause

Santa Claus wants some lovin'
Santa Claus wants some lovin'

Now I been trying to fix this old bicycle
Can't seem to find my pliers
Halfway watchin' Mama
For that sleep in her eyes 'cause

Santa Claus wants some lovin'
Santa Claus wants some lovin'

I don't want no turkey
Don't care about no cake
I want you to come here Mama
'Fore the children wake 'cause

Santa Claus wants some lovin'
Santa Claus wants some lovin'

Now Christmas is for the children
And I want them to be real pleased
But right now Mama it's Christmas Eve
Come make your papa happy please

Santa Claus wants some lovin'
Santa Claus wants some lovin'

THIS LINK IS FOR PRIMARY REPLYER DAN SINCE BERV REFUSES TO SEE A VERY MURRY CHRISTMAS

2 Hot 4 U by Barry and the Book Binders

"Get a load of that chick!"
"Dude -- you gotta ask her out."
"Weellll, I dunno..."
"Look. The worst she can say, is 'No'!"
"Hey! You're right!"
"I'm always right!"
"The worst she can say... is 'No'!"

"Idunnoifyou'vebeennoticingmebutI'vebeennoticingyouandIwaswonderingif
you'd like to go out with me!"

Oh my God, you little geek!
Get away before I freak! You ugly, stupid, zitfaced scum,
I'm a babe and you are not. You asked me out; you MUST be dumb.
You can't handle what I've got! Well you can beg until you're blue,
I'm too hot, too hot for you.. But you're not even fit to lick my shoe.
I'm too hot, too hot for you.

Ha ha ha! Don't make me laugh!
I want a whole man, not a half. I've got a bitchin' bod and a killer face,
You wet your pants, I'm so sure. I'm God's gift to the male race.
Too bad wimp-itis has no cure. I'm the queen of babes supreme,
I'm too hot, too hot for you. But you'll only see me in your dreams.
I'm too hot, too hot for you.


"Well? What'd she say??"
"Well, she didn't say no..."

I AM SURE BERV IS TOO LAZY TO CLICK ON THE LINK AND THEN CLICK ON THE SONG, SO I INCLUE IT HERE FOR PRIMARY REPLYER DAN

Human by The Killers

I did my best to notice
When the call came down the line
Up to the platform of surrender
I was brought but I was kind

And sometimes I get nervous
When I see an open door
Close your eyes, clear your heart
Cut the cord

Are we human or are we dancer?
My sign is vital, my hands are cold
And I'm on my knees looking for the answer
Are we human or are we dancer?

Pay my respects to grace and virtue
Send my condolences to good
Hear my regards to soul and romance
They always did the best they could

And so long to devotion
You taught me everything I know
Wave goodbye, wish me well
You've gotta let me go

Are we human or are we dancer?
My sign is vital, my hands are cold
And I'm on my knees looking for the answer
Are we human or are we dancer?

Will your system be alright
When you dream of home tonight
There is no message we're receiving
Let me know, is your heart still beating?

Are we human or are we dancer?
My sign is vital, my hands are cold
And I'm on my knees looking for the answer

You've gotta let me know

Are we human or are we dancer?
My sign is vital, my hands are cold
And I'm on my knees looking for the answer
Are we human or are we dancer?

Are we human or are we dancer?
Are we human or are we dancer?

MAYBE WE AINT EITHER

Religion and Poitics by Scott Beach

Religion and politics
Often make some people
Lose all perspective and
Give way to ranting and raving and
Carrying on like emotional children.
They either refuse to discuss it with reason,
Or else they prefer argumentum ad hominum,
Which is a hell of a way to conduct a discussion.
Well, anyhow, not long ago,
I was talking about the elections,
And how the campaigns were ignoring the issues,
And sticking instead to invective and personal crap
That had nothing to do with the substantive problems of running a government,
Which is all true, as you know
If you followed the speeches and so-called debates of the candidates. Anyhow, one of the guys I was talking with
Said not a word in the whole conversation
Except at the end when he suddenly chuckled
And said we were all full of shit,
And why didn't we go live in Russia or China
If that was the way we all hated the United States Of America. Next thing you know the whole blooming discussion
Was more like a brawl,
And the epithets flew thick and fast,
And the noise was incredible.
Someone said "son of a bitch",
And I think he said "bastard".
I couldn't be sure, it was all so confusing. Well, anyhow, I was attempting
To get it all back on a rational level.
I tried, for example, to talk to the one who had started it all,
And I asked him just what did he mean we were all full of shit.
Was he making a statement of fact as he knew it,
And where was his documentation to back up his claim?
I think Socrates would've been proud of the way I refuted his argument.
That is, I tried to refute it,
But all he could offer by way of rebuttal was more of the same
About how we were all full of shit.
But he wouldn't say why,
He just kept on repeating it,
That and the part about Russia and China
And communist dupes, and I'll have to confess
That I got a bit angry and told him to stuff his ideas up his ass,
Which you don't have to tell me is hardly a way
To convince anyone in an argument. Then he got salty and threatened to give me
A punch in the mouth if I didn't shut up,
And I really got hot,
And the others did too,
And we all beat the shit out of mister conservative.
And, after all, he had only himself to be blamed.
This is still a free country,
And anyone telling a fellow like me,
"Brother, you're full of shit",
Better be good and ready
To answer politely
When asked if he'd care to say why.

MEANT TO POST THIS FOR THANKSGIVING SINCE RELIGION AND POLITICS USUALLY REAR THIER UGLY HEADS AT THE FEAST. MAN I REMEMBER HEARING THIS ON THE RADIO WHEN I WAS A KID AND INTO DR. DEMENTO. I DONT KNOW HOW THEY GOT IT ON THE RADIO MAYBE THEY BLEEPED SOME OF THE WORDS BUT I REMEMBER THE "SON OF A BITCH" PART BECAUSE IT MADE ME HOWEL WITH LAUGHTER.

Lightning Strikes the Postman by The Flaming Lips

I got yer letter
it had turned to sand
lighting strikes the postman in His hand,
I hope that you remember the things you had to say,
it's just A supernatural delay...
I got yer package it was all a mess,
lightning strikes The postman in his chest,
I hope that you remember the things you Had to Say,
it's just a supernatural delay...
I sent you a postcard and I hope yer fine
But lightning strike the postman all the time
I couldn't really think of anything to say
It's just a supernatural delay,
And it's hard to read the writing through the flames

WHAT MOVIE WAS IT WHERE THE DUDE GOT STRUCK BY LIGHTNING LIKE FOURTY TIMES? NO MATTER WHAT HE DID TO AVOID IT HE GOT STUCK. IT WASNT PART OF THE MAIN NARRATIVE OF THE MOVIE. IT WAS ONCE OF THE CHARACTERS TELLING ANOTHER THE STORY OF THE DUDE GETTING STRUCK.

Atomic Dog by George Clinton

Yeah, this is a story of famous dogs
For the dog that chases its tail will be busy
These are clapping dogs, rhythmic dogs
Harmonic dogs, house dogs, street dogs
Dogs of the world unite
Dancin' dogs
Yeah, countin' dogs, funky dogs
Nasty dogs
(Dog)
Atomic dog
Atomic dog
(Life on all fours)
(When you’re out there on the streets)
(Many compete)
(Nothin' but the dog in ya)
 And life on all fours
when you’re out there walking the streets
ooh they compete
oh the dog in ya
Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yeah
Bow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yeah
Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yeah
Bow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yeah
BACKGROUND / GEORGE – SING TOGETHER
BACKGROUND
(Life on all fours)
(When you’re out there on the streets)
(Many compete)
(Nothin' but the dog in ya)
 Un-tied dog in a telematic society
aint your average huckleberry hound
ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh… ooh… ooh
 Why must I feel like that?
Aw.. Why must I chase the cat?
Darn the dog in me
 (Life on all fours)
(When you’re out there on the streets)
(Many compete)
(Nothin' but the dog in ya)
woof woof woof
Why must I feel like that?
Why must I chase the cat?
Nothin' but the dog in me
Nothing but the dog in me
(woof)
Why must I feel like that?
Why must I chase the cat?
Nothin' but the dog in me
Nothing but the dog in me
(woof)
Why must I feel like that?
Why must I chase the cat?
Nothin' but the dog in me
( ooh ooh oh oh )
Why must I feel like that?
Why must I chase the cat?
Nothin' but the dog in me
Do the dogcatcher, dogcatcher, Do the dogcatcher
(Dog) ( Dog) (Dog)
(Dogcatcher ) (dogcatcher) (ooh)
Do the dogcatcher, dogcatcher, Do the dogcatcher
(Dog) (Dog) (Dog)
Do the dogcatcher, baby, do the dogcatcher
Ooh
Why must I feel like that?
Why must I chase the cat?
Nothin' but the dog in me
Why must I feel like that?
Why must I chase the cat?
Nothin' but the dog in me
Bow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yeah
Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yeah
Bow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yeah
Just walkin' the dog
atomic dog
Futuristic bow-wow
woof
Leader of the pack
Wild dog
Why must I feel like that?
Why must I chase the cat?
Just the dog in me
Nothin' but the dog in me
Why must I feel like that?
Why must I chase the cat?
Just the dog in me
Nothin' but the dog in me
Why must I feel like that?
Why must I chase the cat?
The dog in me
(Dog in me)
The dog is in me
(Dog in me)
Do the dogcatcher, dogcatcher
Do the dogcatcher
Do you wanna do the dogcatcher
Well, baby, why don’t you do it again for me?
Dogcatcher, dogcatcher
Do the dogcatcher
House-trained dogs
Wild dogs
Say it again
Why must I feel like that?
Why must I chase the cat?

LITTLE KNOWN FACT THIS IS BILL CLINTONS HALF BROTHER

Can Your Pussy Do The Dog by The Cramps

Here kitty, kitty
You better move along
'Cuz the big cats walk
At the break of dawn
Now doggonnit baby
Oh, I said dog gone

Hey can your pussy do the dog?
Can your pussy do the dog?
Can your pussy do the houndog, baby?
Can your pussy do the dog?

Well, this whole mess useless now
As a whistle on a plow
If your pussy can't do the dog

I'm the king of the jungle
They call me Tiger, man
I'm gonna do the bird
If I can, if I can
My bird can do the dog
If your pussy can

Hey can your pussy do the dog?
Tell me, can your pussy do the dog?
Can your pussy do the bulldog, baby?
Can your pussy do the dog?

Come on, wag that tail
Baby, you can't fail
If'n your pussy can't do the dog
Hey, hey, hey

Hully, hully, gully
Hully, hully, gully
Hully, hully, gully
Hully, hully, gully

No pedigree from France
Will get you in the dance
Listen, your pussy can't do the dog

Hey, can your pussy do the dog?
Can your pussy do the dog?
Can your pussy do the poodle cut, baby doll?
Can your pussy do the dog?

Well, no pedigree from France
Will get you in the dance
Listen, your pussy can't do the dog

Come on and wag that tail
Baby, you can't fail
If'n your pussy can do the dog
Cha, cha, cha

 

CHA CHA CHA BROTHER... CHA CHA CHA

Good Times Are Killing Me by Modest Mouse

The good times are killing me.
Here we go!

Got dirt, got air, got water and I know you can carry on.
Shrug off shortsighted false excitement and oh what can I say?
Have one, have twenty more "one mores" and oh it does not relent.

The good times are killing me.

Kick butt buzz-cut dickheads
who didn't like what I said.
The good times are killing me.
Jaws clenched tight we talked all night,
oh but what the hell did we say?
The good times are killing me.

The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.

Fed up with all that LSD.
Need more sleep than coke or methamphetamines.
Late nights with warm, warm whiskey.
I guess the good times they were all just killing me.

Got dirt, got air, got water and I know you can carry on.
The good times are killing me.
Enough hair of the dog to make myself an entire rug.
The good times are killing me.
Have one, have twenty more "one mores" and oh it does not relent.
The good times are killing me.
Shit-kicker city slickers who all wanted me dead.
The good times are killing me.

Get sucked in and stuck in late nights
with more folks that I don't know.
The good times are killing me.

The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.

WELL... THERE ARE WORSE WAYS TO DIE.. LIKE A FLESH EATING BACTERIAL INFECTION OF THE PENIS... SAW A DUDE DIE OF THAT ONCE WHEN I WAS A HOSPITAL SOCIAL WORKER... IT WAS NOT PLESANT...

Rue St vincent by Yves Montand (in translation)

She had under her furry hat,
on the hilltop Montmartre,
an innocent little look
People called her rose, she was pretty
she smelled good - like a new flower
Saint-Vincent street
She hadn't known her father
she had no mother
and since 1900,
she lived at her old foremother
Where she raised herself like that, all alone
Saint-Vincent street
She already worked to live
and on frosted nights
in the dark and freezing cold
her little scarf on her shoulders
she returned home by Saules street
Saint-Vincent street
She could see in the chilly nights
the starry sky,
and the crescent moon
shinning, white and fatal
on the small cross of the basilica
Saint-Vincent street
Summer, by the hot dusk
she met Jules,
who was so sweet
that she stayed the entire night,
with him near the old cemetery
Saint-Vincent street
And small Jules was a thug
who pimps the chicks
so the teenager,
seeing that she wouldn't accept to be a prostitute
by a hit of a blade pierced her stomach,
Saint-Vincent street.
When they laid her down in her coffin
she was all white,
while burying her,
the undertakers said that the poor child
was killed the night of her wedding ceremony
Saint-Vincent street
She had a pretty furry hat
on the hilltop Montmartre,
an innocent little look
People called her rose, she was pretty
she smelled good - like a new flower
Saint-Vincent street

A DARK DAY IN PARIS

Sledgehammer by Peter Gabriel

you could have a steam train
if you'd just lay down your tracks
you could have an aeroplane flying
if you bring your blue sky back

all you do is call me
I'll be anything you need

you could have a big dipper
going up and down, all around the bends
you could have a bumper car, bumping
this amusement never ends

I want to be your sledgehammer
why don't you call my name
oh let me be your sledgehammer
this will be my testimony
show me round your fruitcage
'cos I will be your honey bee
open up your fruitcage
where the fruit is as sweet as can be

I want to be your sledgehammer
why don't you call my name
you'd better call the sledgehammer
put your mind at rest
I'm going to be-the sledgehammer
this can be my testimony
I'm your sledgehammer
let there be no doubt about it

sledge sledge sledgehammer

I've kicked the habit
shed my skin
this is the new stuff
I go dancing in, we go dancing in
oh won't you show for me
and I will show for you
show for me, I will show for you
yea, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I do mean you
only you
you've been coming through
going to build that powerr
build, build up that power, hey
I've been feeding the rhythm
I've been feeding the rhythm
going to feel that power, build in you
come on, come on, help me do
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, you
I've been feeding the rhythm
I've been feeding the rhythm
it's what we're doing, doing
all day and night

THIS SONG IS ABOUT PETER GABRIEL'S PENIS

California Uber Allles by The Dead Kennedys

I am Governor Jerry Brown
My aura smiles
And never frowns
Soon I will be president...

Carter Power will soon go away
I will be Fuhrer one day
I will command all of you
Your kids will meditate in school
Your kids will meditate in school!

 California Uber Alles
California Uber Alles
Uber Alles California
Uber Alles California

Zen fascists will control you
100% natural
You will jog for the master race
And always wear the happy face

Close your eyes, can't happen here
Big Bro' on white horse is near
The hippies won't come back you say
Mellow out or you will pay
Mellow out or you will pay!

California Uber Alles
California Uber Alles
Uber Alles California
Uber Alles California

 Now it is 1984
Knock-knock at your front door
It's the suede/denim secret police
They have come for your uncool niece

Come quietly to the camp
You'd look nice as a drawstring lamp
Don't you worry, it's only a shower
For your clothes here's a pretty flower.

DIE on organic poison gas
Serpent's egg's already hatched
You will croak, you little clown
When you mess with President Brown
When you mess with President Brown

California Uber Alles
California Uber Alles
Uber Alles California
Uber Alles California

I REMEMBER MY MOM GOT SO PISSED ONCE THERE WAS A BAND WITH THE NAME DEAD KENNEDYS... I THOUGHT WELL THERE ARE SOME KENNEDYS THAT GOT SHOT, THEY ARE DEAD, AND NOW THERE IS A BAND THAT AKNOWLEDGES THE FACT

Vote For Me Dummy by Guided by Voices

Marry your uniform
Right now
Remember your first pair of eyes?

And vote for dummy
I'll tell you the truth
Then I'll tell you a joke
The ultimate good move
Life will be a piece of cake
Please find me a river

Develop the film of your life
Right now
Remember to turn off the light

And vote for me dummy...

Please find me an island

I HAVE CHECKED OUT

I Often Go Walking by The Potters

I often go walking in meadows of clover,
And I gather armfuls of blossoms of blue.
I gather the blossoms the whole meadow over,
Dear Mother, all flowers remind me of you.

Oh Mother, I give you my love with each flower
To give forth sweet fragrance a whole lifetime through
For if I love blossoms and meadows and walking,
I learn how to love them, dear Mother, from you

YO MOTHA'