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 Frizzle Fry » Тэксты [+ Дадаваць +] |
1. _ Pudding Time
You can have a lolly pop
A candy bar a jelly bean.
I'll buy you a rainbow
To hang above your door.
It's pudding time.
Laughter is a sweet
You can't put a price on.
When laughter's all gone
Daddy won't buy you more.
It's pudding time.
It's pudding time children.
Money money money
To buy you things.
Daddy's gonna buy you a
Diamond ring.
Humpty dumpty sat on a wall
Humpty dumpty had a great fall
All the kings horses and all the kings men
Couldn't put humpty together again.
San francisco bay the
Striped bass are dying.
But you're gonna get
That brand new bike
Oh joy
It's pudding time
It's pudding time children.
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2. _ To Defy The Laws Of Tradition
What if christmas didn't come this year
And no one paid for christmas cheer?
Who would cry the biggest tear,
The child or the store?
Why do brides wear virgin white?
Most do not deserve that right.
But to choose a color of their delight
Would surely bring on the frowns.
To defy the laws of tradition
Is a crusade only of the brave.
Suppose the taxman, he comes to town,
And you don't lay your money down.
Yet mr. jones he killed mr. brown the other day.
Well i wonder, who's gonna go to hell.
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3. _ Too Many Puppies
Too many puppies are being shot in the dark.
Too many puppies are trained not to bark.
At the sight of blood that must be spille dso that
We may maintain our oil fields.
Too many puppies
Too many puppies are taught to heal.
Too many puppies are trained to kill.
On the command of men wearing money belts that buy
Mistresses sleek animal pelts.
Too many puppies.
Too many puppies with guns in their hands.
Too many puppies in foreign lands.
Are dressed up sharp in suits of green and
Placed upon the war machine.
Too many puppies are just like me.
Too many puppies are afraid to see.
The visions of the past brought to life again,
Too many puppies, too many dead men.
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4. _ Spaghetti Western
Why do we do this c.g. and i?
Every night vegetables,
Minds numbed up by thc.
I've got my pen, c.g. the remote.
Laurel and hardy's the best bet at four a.m. on a friday
No dreads about the working day after though.
Funny thing about weekends when you're unemployed.
They don't quite mean so much,
Except you get to hang out with all youur working friends.
Well we got us a spegetti western on 36.
I like spegetti westerns
I like the way the boots are all reverbed out
Walking across the hardwood floors.
In fact, everything's got
That big reverb sound.
Well what'll i do now?
Go to sleep.
Pull the pud.
We need new pornos.
Well, i guess i'm still writing...
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5. _ Groundhog's Day
When i woke up this mornin' i felt a pang.
I was hungerin' for some apple pie.
Stumble in the bathroom, hung my hog a little bit.
Washed the sleep out of my eye.
Oh yeah, it's gonna be a fine day.
Scratched myself a bit.
Poured me out a bowl-a corn chex.
Closest thing i could find to apple pie.
Lingerin' taste of toothpaste
Made the milk go down a bit funny.
But you know, them chex they do satisfy.
Oh yeah, this'll be a fine day.
So, after my mornin' rise-n-shine and eat-n-clean.
Had my mind set to hit them streets.
Drizzle from the night left cold puddles out.
Had my black stomp-boots on my feet.
It's my day.
Since i was in kneepants my pop had tried to make me realize. if i
Set my mind down to it i could be a big man in the public eye. so
With my big blue collar on, i set out to find the easy way. what an
Ice cold bath it was when i found you had to pay to play. to taste
The taste it's a tease that never would subside. the taste is strong
But soured by my learned eyes. well, if a woodchuck could chuck wood,
He'd get down on his knees to pray. this little snappy boy might see
The light this ground hog's day.
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6. _ Mr. Knowitall
They call me mr. knowitall
I will not compromise.
I will not be told what to do.
I shall not step aside.
They call me mr. knowitall
I have no time to waste.
My mouth it spews pure intellect.
And i've such elegant taste.
They call me mr. knowitall.
I sup the aged wine.
Oh i could tell such wonderous tales
If i should find the time.
I must be mr. knowitall
For ideas they come in bounds.
I am mr. knowitall
So spread the word around.
They call me mr. knowitall
I am so eloquent.
Perfection is my middle name
And whatever rhymes with eloquent.
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7. _ Frizzle Fry
Hello all you boys and girls.
I'd like to take you to the inside world.
It's quite an irregular place to be.
But never fear you're safe with me.
Well, maybe.
Golden hair of macrame'
Against the face that's cut from stone.
The white porcelain is screaming ayee
Thank god the the boy is not alone.
I don't believe in santa claus.
I don't belive in spite.
I have no use for beauty dolls.
Especially on this night.
I don't believe in miracles.
I don't belive in lies.
I don't belive in hologram
For i am the frizzle fry.
Andy's painting green again,
This time they might take him away.
When barrington starts to breathe again.
It way just take us all away.
I don't believe in charity.
I don't believe in sin.
And if you don't believe in me,
We'll play this tune over again.
I don't believe in pinochle
And i don't beleive i'll try.
I do believe in captain crunch
For i am the frizzle fry.
Yes i am the frizzle fry.
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8. _ John The Fisherman
When he was young you'd not find him doing well in school,
His mind would turn unto the waters.
Always the focus of adolescent ridicule,
He has no time for farmer's daughters.
Alienated from the clique society,
A lonely boy finds peace in fishing.
His mother says "john this is not the way life's supposed to be."
"don't you see the life that you are missing?"
And he says...
When i grow up i want to be,
One of the harvesters of the sea.
I think before my days are done,
I want to be a fisherman.
Now years gone by we find man that rules the sea.
He sets out on a dark may morning .
To bring his catch back to this small community.
He doesn't see the danger dawning.
Four hours up, oh the ocean swelled and swelled,
The fog rolled in it started raining.
"the starboard bow." "oh my god we're going down!"
The do not hear his frantic mayday.
And he says
When i grow up i want to be,
One of the harvesters of the sea.
I think before my days are done,
I want to be a fisherman.
"i'll live and die a fisherman."
Calling john the fisherman.
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9. _ Sathington Willoughby
We are gathered here
Today in these majestic
Halls of old to honor
A man they call
Sathington willoughby.
There's a joke or two,
A pun or three
I feel that must be
Told then i go on to
Speak of sathington willoughby.
Sathington willoughby
The legislator that
Penned us up a bill
That banned the use
Of certain things like this and that.
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10. _ The Toys Go Winding Down
An overaged boy of thirty-nine has left the wing today.
The first time in his life he's made that step.
Be numbed by the society and plagued by insecurity.
He's entered in a race that must be won.
One of the animals has left its cage today
In search of better things so it seems to be.
But in this land of polyurethane,
Things are apt to get a bit hot.
As the toys go winding down.
C.g. the mexican is a friend of mine.
We used to sit around the house watching evil dead.
Talking about the way it used to be...
We used to pull the strippers out of sand pablo bay.
Now the delta waters go down so. cal.
And the strippers start to fade away.
It's pudding time!
It's pudding time!
As the toys go winding down.
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