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Shakin' that stick and drivin' me crazy
Your eyes look red and hazy
Doin' that stuff that you do
Messin' me up with your voodoo

You drive me crazy with that
Boogie oogie oogie oogie oogie oogie oogie oogie
You drive me crazy with that

Open the gate to the red land
Alcan road, by the turquoise lake
Starry skies, a mushroom cloud
Folding waves - in a foamy tide

Washing in beds - of opal shells
white gulls cry - for you and I
butterflies - float away

Sancho brought a message from the fat man
sorry boy to leave you high and dry
but I went to see my Mom in Ensinada
and I left a little something to help the time go by
just a little something to help to keep you high


-bananas and blow (oh oh)

A child without an eye
made her mother cry
why ask why
she kept her child clean
on Buckingham Green

The children saw the eye
as a sign from God

Buenas Tardes Amigo
Hola, my good friend
Cinco de Mayo's on Tuesday
And I hoped we'd see each other again
You killed my brother last winter
You shot him three times in the back
In the night I still hear mama weeping
Oh mama, still dresses in black

Buenas Tardes Amigo
Hola, my good friend
Cinco de Mayo's on Tuesday
And I hoped we'd see each other again
You killed my brother last winter
You shot him three times in the back
In the night I still hear mama weeping
Oh mama, still dresses in black

Do you ever walk alone?
Like a drifter in the dark
Seeking out what isn't there
Looking only for a spark

From a girl who's all alone
Maybe she's a-driftin' too
Like a shadow in the night

I recall a time when we were lovers
Before you, I hadn't any others
When the bad times came along
I turned and you had gone
From the start, I loved you, I was wrong

Falling out, it's the end
May as well have never been

Fat Lenny's gonna walk right into myself
Fat Lenny's gonna see myself (Reflect it back on myself)
Fat Lenny's gonna lick the shellack off the window sill
And I say Fat Lenny's gonna lick my head off
Stop by my friend Fat Lenny, I like him a lot (Tell him about my buddy)
He's Fat Lenny - what

Fat Lenny's gonna lick the shellack off the window sill

Everything that you are,
That you'd like to be
Will come in three, my friend

Times thine inequity
The flutes of the chi
Will sound again, my friend

Freedom of the body
Freedom of the mind
A ho on South Street hired for tricks
Little girls pickin' up sticks
Freedom of '76

Wastee little weasel
Wants cheap tricks

I don't mean to be so insolent
But, you know it because I love ya
The foundation of my molevolence
You know I'd never hurt you babe
And sometimes I might get edgy
But a man can sometimes be that way
Nobody's perfect baby
And I'll always love you anyway

I guess it's somethin' in my brain
I need whiskey to ease the pain
But it's early in the mornin'
And I'm feelin' bad again

But if you ever loved me
You'll go easy on me now
Fix me up a cup of coffee

Is it alive, does it writhe
Can it survive under the sun?
I can't put my finger on it
Is it green, is it red
Is it alive or is it dead
I can't put my finger on it
Scathe with a lathe
All the days in the past

Got a weasel, it's a teazel, mah pleazel, mah pleazel, got a weasel
Jumped in
Got a weasel, it's a teazel, mah pleazel, mah pleazel, got a weasel
Said somethin' to show me the blimp, babe
Got a weasel, it's a teazel, mah pleazel, mah pleazel, got a weasel
I got me this big weasel out!

Weasel, teazel pleazel pleazel

All you do is hate life and tell me about it
You're a homosexual, just keep me out of it
All your music sounds the same
I don't even like your art fag name

Cause I hate The Smiths and Steven Morrissey
I hate The Smiths and Steven Morrissey

I'll be your johnny on the spot
I'll be your johnny on the spot
My daddy died, left me all he's got
I'll be your johnny on the spot

I get up early in the morn
I get up early in the morn
I slop the pigs

I'm waving my dick in the wind, waving my dick in the wind
If it all goes right, I'll be in your arms tonight
But I'm waving my dick in the wind

I'm lost in the sauce once again, I'm lost in the sauce once again
If I make it through the night, everything will be alright
But I'm lost in the sauce once again

heard that you are new in town
someone said you party down
well later i'll be coming round
we'll rack'em up and suck'em down

don't call your mother, don't call your priest
don't call your doctor, call the police
you bring the razorblade i'll bring the speed

Like a Japanese cowboy or a brother on skates
Like a blizzard in Georgia or a train runnin' late
I call out your name girl in the heat of the night
And nobody answers 'cause somethin' ain't right

Breakfast at Shoney's at $2.99
Saved me some money and eased up my mind
I'm walkin' in circles and feelin' the pain

The wind is howling and the time is right for fear
In the emergence in the phosphorescent tears
And all the hippies gonna lick the mind of God?
They've already been immersed in the wad

The wind is howling and the sea is boiling down
The mind is the water, the mind is the water
Cause it's a mushroom festival in hell

Never squeal on the pusher
Don't lie to your mama
Just do what you want to and it'll be okay
Don't swim in the water
Don't fly in the daytime
Just do what you want to and it'll be okay

Never smuggle no candy

Ocean man, take me by the hand, lead me to the land that you understand
Ocean man, the voyage to the corner of the globe is a real trip
Ocean man, the crust of a tan man imbibed by the sand
Soaking up the thirst of the land

Ocean man, can you see through the wonder of amazement at the oberman
Ocean man, the crust is elusive when it casts forth to the childlike man
Ocean man, the sequence of a life form braised in the sand,

Ocean man, take me by the hand, lead me to the land
That you understand
Ocean man, the voyage to the corner of the globe
Is a real trip
Ocean man, the crust of a tan man embibed by the sand
Soaking up the thirst of the land

Ocean man, can you see through the wonder of amazement

Old Queen Cole, got to take control
You drinking whiskey and wine and it tastes just fine
For you now Nicki life is getting tricky
And you're running out of gas driving way too fast

Full throttle in gear trying hard to steer you
Toward immaculate conception, heavy metal perception
There's a world that's all around you and no one will ever find you

Did you ever see a whale with a polka dot tail
Did you ever seen a man with eight fingers on his hand
Did you have to dry your eye when you saw that puppy fly
Oh no, tell me it ain't so

Have you ever tried to shrink like a ice cube in the sink
Have you ever tried to see what lies hidden in the tree
Have you ever made a flan and squished it in your hand

When you've had your fun, and your work is done,
You must not succumb.
I can feel you breathe. It's like a mega-weedge inside.
Please don't hide.

So mom, if you please, pass me the pork roll egg and cheese, if you please,
On a kaiser bun.
Mom, if you please, pass me the pork roll egg and cheese, if you please,

Drift away on a puffy cloud
Go away on a puffy cloud
My brain is dead from too much pot
'Cause Gene, Dean and I smoke too much pot

Cloudy, cloudy, cloudy cloud
Cloudy, cloudy, cloudy cloud
Cloudy, cloudy, cloudy cloud

When u lie
Kiss your baby bye bye bye
And if you're true
The whole wide world will laugh with you
When we see
Nothing's wrong with you and me
With you time will tell
It might even bring a wedding bell

Janey came back from the stand
Smiling
With the writing of Kafka in hand
And a bunny in a can
Slipping and sliding
You feel yourself asking her
Why would you want me to try...?
Squeezing your wrist and she's pulling you closer

Squelch the little weasel, crush him before he spawns
Break it to me gently, but with merriment and song
Squelch the little weasel, juice him as he bleeds
Feed him to the many, for thoust their souls shall weep

Sipping of the sunray blading in the earth
Evolving was the nectar given to the weasel birth
I was just a puppet until the clouds caved in

In the morning sun, I couldn't tell you
I couldn't tell you so many things
About how much I really love you
About how much you really mean
So far away but it's so easy to see you
When I'm away I want to put my arms around you
And I want to know - do you feel the same way?
'Cause if you do I want to stay forever

She's a sweetheart in the summer
Summertime is here again
She's a sweetheart in the summer
And I hope it never ends

Winter days that never end
Frozen nights with you under the covers
But the lonely time we spend

Take me away to some other land (thank you)
I gotta get away from that girl before I go crazy
She took my love away
She took it to another man
Now I gotta get away from that girl
Before I go crazy

Take me away to some other land (thank you)

Sitting alone in the den watching the eel
Help me find my way home watching the eel
Burrows it's head in the sand, daylight has come
There shall be rest in a while, daylight has come

I can not repeal the words of the golden eel

Who can explain all these thoughts racking my mind

I feel a tick in my head and he's sucking on my head
In the morning I'll be dead if he doesn't leave my head
Why can't he go away, why does he have to stay
Maybe he want to play but I can only say

That I'll get you, I'll burn you, I'll crush you, I'll flush you
(Down, down)
The toilet where you'll spiral

Transdermal celebration
Caused a slight mutation
In the rift
It toppled down a nation
And left the people running for the hills
But the mutants that I see
Shine their beauty unto me
I wish you could see them

Up on th' hill (trad.)
Up on th' hill
Down by the river
By the ocean
Across the field
By the word
Of the boognish
Lordy lordy lord

I'm waving my dick in the wind, waving my dick in the wind
If it all goes right, I'll be in your arms tonight
But I'm waving my dick in the wind

I'm lost in the sauce once again, I'm lost in the sauce once again
If I make it through the night, everything will be alright
But I'm lost in the sauce once again

Hey...lay it on me
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Morgan's pain succumbs to the frame
In a zany combination of Wayne's pet youngin'
Astral plane conversing lame
In a zany combination of Wayne's pet youngin'

The wash is out, it's hanging up
And all I have is nothing
Nothing to do, nothing to say
I think I must be dreaming

The sun comes up and I'm all washed out
Is this what Deaner was talkin' about
I don't think I will ever return again my friend

You fucked up! by ween!

You fucked up, you bitch - you really fucked up
You fucked up - you fuckin nazi whore
Well, you dicked me over but now youll pay
You fucked up ... aaaahhh!!

You fucked up, you bitch - you really fucked up

There were beverages laid out for the party
There were candy and spices and tricolored pastas
The meat carved was drawn from succulent juices
Served on platters of the purest gold

I was calm when we arrived at the party
I spoke with fervor, embracing the evening
My wife leaned over and she whispered 'I love you'