1. |
Tippy Tappy Toes
02:49
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2. |
You're On
03:07
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I wasn’t scared...
You were
Scared
When the lights were out I didn’t hear
It
Hey, John!
How ‘bout a foot race Back to my mom’s place?
Bet I can run as fast as you
Or we can play Smash
Your G.I. Joe stash
I think I beat your high score too
I can’t climb trees... Can you
Climb?
It’s too high for me
Let’s go do something
Else
Hey, John!
How ‘bout a foot race
Back to my mom’s place?
Bet I can run as fast as you
Or we can play Smash
Your G.I. Joe stash
I think I beat your high score too
You’re on
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3. |
3, 4
01:29
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3, 4
3, 4
What can 3 4 do you for?
Only deep as cotton sheep
3, 4
3, 4
How can we get even more?
I don’t understand the esoteric reference
Golly!
Isn’t anybody out there just a plain and simple walnut in the
Holly
Bears a berry just as scary as the scene in Bloody Mary with the
3, 4
3, 4
Is that what you’re looking for I can draft a simple map
3, 4
3, 4
A hot potato's at the door
Open up your stalwart mind and take a minute
Golly!
Isn’t anyone a victim of the hot potato system in the
Body
Got me achin and a shakin and I never eat the bacon or a
3, 4
3, 4
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4. |
...3, 4?
01:29
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...3, 4?
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5. |
The Hills of South Bend
03:57
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That I always need to eat
That I always need to speak
That I always need to sleep
Forgive me
That I always need to reap
That I always need to steep
That I always need to freak
Deliv’ me
That an open wound could be so scared
That a troubled past could be repaired
That a mortal feel could make me die
That a portal seal could stop a fly
By I try to ascend the hills of South Bend
Cry my baby again
I hush thine in-sense
Combine with distance
The hills of South Bend thence
That I’ve fallen on my chest
That I’ve fallen on depressed
That I’ve fallen from the best
Retrieve me
That I’m not the way I think
That I’m not a not-a-drink
That I’m not about to sink
Believe me
That a friend of passion is a snare
That an angsty heart is unaware
That a treasure seeks to disappear
That a talking mouth can be so sere
Hear beyond the send, the hills of South Bend
Near the waking end
I rush with capture
Escape that rapture
The hills of South Bend whirr
Evade salvation
Abandon station
The South Bend hills still none
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6. |
Missile Toes
03:12
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Not a one can hold you
Basket of fries
Dollop of oatmeal
Shaving of ice
Slip through my fingers
Trip the device
Run at a gallop
Shake all the flies
I’ve got it bad
Smell like a dad and I’m still
Flying coach
Membrane of chores
Striking my chords and I sell
Missile toes
Nobody told you
Who’s on the phone
You waited watching
Led by the tone
Tube full of ointment
Cup of the grease
Treating the blisters
On elephants feet
I’ve got it bad
Smell like a dad and I’m still
Flying coach
Membrane of chores
Striking my chords and I sell
Missile toes
Heroes in capes
I put the breaks upon your ghost
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7. |
Money is Tight
02:17
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I’m scrounging corners looking for a pill
To try to make the earth stop spinning
Spinning standing still
In hot pursuit of idle meadow signs
Where lack-a-daisy rhododendreads
Crowd the fields in lines
And ease my minds
So much for raindrops gilding the marble arches’ height
No use for phonographs when money is tight
And money is tight right now
I’m watching as the ads roll down my screen
Thinking of the endless hours
It took for them to stream
And lost upon consumer-wearied eyes
It’s just as well that I can sell
The ink before it dries
Because that’s my prize
So much for raindrops gilding the marble arches’ height we’ve
No use for phonographs when money is tight
And money is tight right now
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8. |
Fatboyz
04:58
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We’re in charge of the weather
We’re assigning the leather
We’re asserting the tether
Packing pillows with feathers
We’re the agents of Agro
We’re the ninjas in dojo’s
We’re the number one big show
Letting all of the time go
Join hands and sing the future is already happening
We’re the farmers in closets
Lining all of our pockets
Don’t pretend it’s a shock, it’s
What’s been fueling your rockets
Put the truth in a package
Masquerading attacks which,
When we’re having a back itch
Make the charities scratch it
Sing praise rejoice the masses have forgone their only voice
Fatboyz
Have a bite of the corn flake
Mind the frosting is bone, slake
Take a sip of the milkshake
On the gathering earthquakes
We’re the agents of Agro
We’re the ninjas in dojo’s
We’re the number one big show
Letting all of the time go
Sit back, enjoy: the free-range kills are just our pleasure toys
Fatboyz
Suppers up and it’s breathing
And the lunch is still teething
Fatboyz
Choke your literal chicken Stick a fork in the pigskin
Fatboyz
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9. |
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Three cheers for santa Claud who’s
Sitting up in the tree
Gifts and toys for you and me
He’s waiting
And if we lend a hand to
Help him to the ground
I’m sure that he’ll be glad
We helped him
Three beers for old saint rick who’s
Working overtime
Just to keep the kids in line
Moving
I want to ask him if I’ll
Get the thing I crave
When we reach Christmas Day
Happy holidays to the family in Tucson
Please enjoy this massive treasure trove assortment of the popcorn
Be a better friend to
The men who take on Santa Claus roles
Surely they could use our help
In their time of desperation
Give thanks to everyone that
Inspires the Christmas dream
Where would North Dakota be
Without it
And when you make the cocoa
Don’t forget whipped cream
The sugar softens his screams
In dreams
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10. |
Little Sun People
05:38
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Little sun people
You remained a mystery for so long
Saw your name on the awning
But I never saw you come or go
Little sun people
I saw you today with matching shirts
You could walk on the sun and it wouldn’t hurt
Little sun people
Little sun people
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