Hit me! Gonna beat my wife!
Born to love volcanos Seen em on PBS Born to love volcanos My apartment is a mess Somewhere under that pile of clothes Lies a whole $10 bill Telephones
Hey! I do not like you college brat I do not like you and your frat I do not like you at the shore I do not like you drunk on Coors I do not like your
Everybody's got nice stuff but me Everybody's got nice stuff but me Everybody's got nice stuff but me Everybody's got nice stuff but me Look at that
Howard beware 'cause we don't wanna hurt you While the sun is shining, that'd be cruel Howard beware 'cause we're gonna get you We know where your kids
I know the CIA is watching me I'm a target of the FBI and PMRC I do not sleep I spend my nights worrying of satellites They put an eye into the sky
I walk the thinnest line I walk the thinnest line I walk the thinnest line Between the light and dark sides of my mind I walk the thinnest line I walk
One Saturday I took a walk to Zipperhead I met a girl there And she almost knocked me dead Punk rock girl please look at me Punk rock girl what do you
I'm gonna beat my wife I'm gonna beat my wife now Gonna smack her with a lead pipe Gonna smack her with a 2x4 Run her over with a Brink's truck Chase
We aren't ourselves Brains on the shelf We'll all wake up When Ringo buys a rifle We live we breathe We spread disease That all must end When Ringo
You know what Stuart? I like you. You're not like the other people here in the trailer park. Oh no, don't get me wrong, they're fine people, good Americans
Burrow owl burrow owl burrow owl Smokin' banana peels, see how it feels Living is easy with ice cubes The world is swimmin' with electric eels Talk
me when it's late at night I thought I left you in Sri Lanka Working the desk at the Sex Hotel For Christ's sake why isn't Bob Hope dead yet? Commin'
Hey Kitten, whatcha doin'? Wanna play the guitar? You say, what's that sound Coming out of the hole in the wood? You say, what's that sound Coming out
I ran into a friend of mine Said he was gonna take some words and make them rhyme I said "You can fool some of them some of the time, But you can only
I mean the Captain and Tennille were musical innovators. I mean really... We're going to a bad party It's the worst party that's ever been We're going
Sometimes I smell like a barrel of rotting fruit Stinking up the jungle under the hot tropical sun Other times I smell like thick black swamp-water Backed
I've got some buddies and we all drink bleach You know we practice what we preach We're not a drunken bunch of frat-boys Trashed on beers Or a stoned
