How's about a piece of pie? Ding, dong! Ding, dong! Fancy locks and cocks and rocks, stay inside, stay inside

I got to put the hammer Got to put the hammer Got to put the hammer down

Are you happy with the color of your teeth Could you use some shaping up?

My body aches And I feel alone I'm in a very defensive place Shamemaker

AIDS

400th on the bottom, and 1800 at the top Heat that'll make your fuckin' eyes pop

Spanish Eddie Spanish Eddie

Yee-haw! Yee-haw! Yee-haw!

Good on th' bun Good on th' bun

Corn's turned brown, leaves fall to the ground It's a sound that reminds me of you

Reggae junkie Jew, fuck you Reggae junkie Jew, fuck you Reggae junkie Jew, fuck you Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you

Get your fingers out your ass and pump some faggot's gas And think about how bad New Hope sucks

I was happy this morning You finally got yourself dressed Eating raw bacon It's okay I was still impressed

Doub-Doub double up, double up, double up, double up, double up, double up, double up, Doub-Doub double up, double up, double up, double up, double up, double up, double up, doub

King Billy King Billy, why don't you invite them up? Put 'em in the opposite direction

I send you flowers to your home Big papa Gener, he won’t leave you alone, baby He’s got you in his sights, he won’t let go

Pump it up or stray from that old station Yeah, dude, this is really a tender situation

So afraid, I know what I must do So afraid, I know what I must do

Cuando, cuando Cuando, cuando

Did you ever see a man With eight fingers on his hand?

Don't believe the florist when he tells you that the roses are free

Take a piece of tinsel and put it on the tree

If you could save yourself, you'd save us all Is that what you called me for Is that why you're knocking on my door?

Doub-Doub double up, double up, double up, double up, double up, double up, double up, Doub-Doub double up, double up, double up, double up, double up, double up, double up, doub

You drink the whiskey and the wine And it tastes just fine

Got a weasel, teazel, my pleazel, got a weasel Got a weasel; it's a pleazel, mah butt!

There's a rift out in space And it could be the door But you know I'm not sure

Hop the dingle on the ferry takes you back to the dimension that's just begun

Look now, the world, the world in my hands We'll see it relish in the span of a guy knowingly tranced In between ever-laughing scream of the tortured and begged moose

And to think you've got a grip Well, look at yourself Your lips are like two flabs of fat They go front and back and flappity, flappity, flap

Freedom of '76

Well, I can fix a tire like a hurricane, Melinda I know that I'm the best, for what it's worth

Open up the door, Deaner! Come on, you dick!

Tastes, good on th' bun (Good on th' bun) Tastes, tastes, tastes, tastes, tastes, tastes tastes (Good on th' bun) Good on th' bun, good on th' bun, good on th' bun

Time is lost That's the cost Oh brother, you get shit on in the end

I went about the job of sowing thoughts and feelings Oh, some were good, some bad, I felt the cries of healing

Fat Lenny Fat Lenny, Fat Lenny, Fat Fat Fat Lenny

Prancing stallions, running through the meadow Prancing stallion, running over hillside

Do you make guacamole? Yes, I do make guacamole

Sweetheart in the summertime

I oughta put my shirt on... Let me put my shirt on...

If you could save yourself, you'd save us all Is that what you called me for Is that why you're knocking on my door?

You drink the whiskey and the wine And it tastes just fine

Hi, can I help you? I would like a basket of chips A beef chimichanga with a side of sour cream

(Call is waiting) (Contemplate a thread already spun)

I never got there But the morning brings light And so, I'll keep on looking

So afraid, I know what I must do So afraid, I know what I must do

I'm in the mood to whip your body with a tire iron

Would it be amiss if I blew a kiss When I'm dancing in the show tonight?

Big blackjack And black Betty