1. |
What About Your Sister ?
02:02
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What About Your Sister
Don’t want to take you on a date
Ain’t got no money
No time to waste
Don’t have anything sweet to say
Can’t find the words
It’s not the day
I had a crush
Someone you know
Someone who makes
My boner show right thru my pants
What about your sister ?
She’s hot
She’s cute
Tell me tell me what about your sister ?
She’s hot
She’s cute
Tell me tell me what about ?
Can’t even think about you naked
It’s disturbing
It’s pretty weird
Don’t have anything sweet to say
Can’t find the words
It’s not the day
I had a crush
Someone you know
Someone who makes
My boner pops out of my pants
What about your sister ?
She’s hot
She’s cute
Tell me tell me what about your sister ?
She’s hot
She’s cute
Tell me tell me what about ?
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2. |
Invisible Crowd
02:56
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Invisible Crowd
You’re standing on your rock talking to a crowd that doesn’t exist
Sinners are passing by may God have mercy upon them
Are you the one ? The Prophet ? The human relay of God’s speech ?
Are you just another man screaming with passion in the streets of unknowing ?
And you’re a part of this invisible crowd
You’re waiting for the angels
You’re a shepherd who prays out loud
In front of your imaginary sheep
There’s so many people in your head talking at the same time
You act like you saw the devil, God himself or your mother
And it’s impossible to guess what you’re hearing all the time
No hesitation in your moves you’re the one who knows
And you’re a part of this invisible crowd
You’re waiting for the angels
You’re a shepherd who prays out loud
In front of your imaginary sheep
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3. |
Electric Boogaloo
03:38
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Electric Boogaloo
There’s something i love about the way you dance
It’s that move that you have invented
It’s that twist that only you can perform
When I try it doesn’t look the same
Some people have fancy tricks
Involving complicated moves
While you just need your arms and your smile
And some good friends to start the groove
Move your fists
In circles
Small circles
Oh please can you dance the electric boogaloo
Can you dance electric
Oh please can you dance the electric boogaloo
All night long
Ain’t no hip-hop trick, ain’t no cuban move
It can fit any kind of party
You should bet on it while it’s underground
It’s probably the next big thing
No need for drugs even though they work
any sober diet will be fine
All you need is an old funky hawaiian tune
Some friends and space around your arms
Move your fists
In circles
Small circles
Oh please can you dance the electric boogaloo
Can you dance electric
Oh please can you dance the electric boogaloo
All night long
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4. |
Super Mario Taco
02:00
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Super Mario Taco
Me voy al Super Mario Taco
Comprar un taco muy bonito
Seguro que ganaría el concurso
El concurso del mejor taco de Hollywood
Es mejor que el mejor taco del ganador del concurso
Es mejor que el ganador del concurso de Hollywood
Pone en su taco mucha carne
Y mucho amor y voluptad
Te mira con una sonrisa complice
Cuando los tacos son calientes y de calidad
Es mejor que el mejor taco del ganador del concurso
Es mejor que el ganador del concurso de Hollywood
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5. |
Santa and the Monkey
02:13
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Santa & the Monkey
There’s Santa and a monkey
Riding their bikes down to L.A.
They’re wearing hawaiian shirts
Seems they had a pretty hard day
The monkey’s talking to me
He’s pissed ‘cause Santa drank too much
They spent their night at Casey’s
Hitting on Mexican women
HAHAHAHA
HAHAHA
The monkey’s name is Harry
He really needs to get some drugs
I tell him i’m sorry
I’ve never heard of that stuff
Harry is staring at me
He probably thinks i am dumb
There’s Santa and a monkey
I saw Santa and a monkey
HAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHA
Santa HAHAHAHA
Then suddenly, Harry reaches into his bag and draws out a gun
He aims at Santa’s head and shoots him down !
With brains covering the street, Harry releases a deep and haunting laugh
Then he retreats on his bike and races off into the light
No toys for christmas !
HAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHA
Santa HAHAHAHA
There’s Santa and a monkey
I saw Santa and a monkey
There’s Santa and a monkey
I saw Santa and a monkey
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6. |
Ride On
03:01
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Ride On
The music’s from inside
The rumble’s hard
Your flesh is warm and your hair is black
The sound’s getting louder
We’re loosing our brains
Many different colors on your eyelids
Ride on
Ride on
Ride on
You’re swing dancing on me
You’re swing dancing on me
You’re swing dancing on me
A dove on your shoulder
Velvet in your mouth
A nuclear power coming from your waves
There’s fog in my sight
You’ve got a salty taste
The look in your eyes means you want it again
Ride on
Ride on
Ride on
You’re swing dancing on me
You’re swing dancing on me
You’re swing dancing on me
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7. |
Oozy
02:15
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Oozy
You’re standing there on the platform and your crew’s talking louder than the train
And you seem pretty smashed
You look satisfied
There’s something weird in your eyes you look ready for the night you stagger
Prowling for disaster
Fists feast for a fight
I don’t really wanna talk to you
‘Cause your a bust
Scum on my shoe
I don’t really want to hang with you
‘Cause you’re an ass
Nobody wants to look you in the eyes, oozing out despise
Because your eyes look fucked
People run away
You’ll probably end up barfing in the street covered with self defeat
And nobody’s
Ever gonna cry for you
I don’t really wanna talk to you
‘Cause your a bust
Scum on my shoe
I don’t really want to hang with you
‘Cause you’re an ass
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8. |
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Thierry Becarro est un Robot
Thierry Beccaro est un robot.
Thierry Beccaro est un robot.
Thierry Beccaro est un robot.
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9. |
Stairway to Gisèle
01:51
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Stairway to Gisèle
There’s a building somewhere in this town
It looks scary, dark, grey and brown
You need to get in, and you don’t have much time
How long will it take you to do the paperwork ?
There’s a lady
She can help you
Try to reach her, try to reach her
There’s a lady
She can do something for you
She’s a bookkeeper
You’ll need to fight against many people
They’ll tell you to give up, to go back home
There’s a lady
She can help you
Try to reach her, try to reach her
There’s a lady
She can do something for you
She’s a bookkeeper
Second floor !
The elevator’s broken !
Don’t listen to them don’t forget your goal
Or they will make you fill out the paperwork
There’s no lady
She can't help you
You can’t reach her, you can’t reach her
There’s no lady
She can nothing for you
She’s on holidays
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10. |
Master of Man
05:20
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Master of Man
You cuddle all the time
You’re the most precious thing he could have
You sleep on his bed everyday
You get the house to yourself when he’s away
You make him feed you by hand
You eat organic food at your demand
You command him with your eyes
You listen to him but only when you like
Mi canario
Mi cocodrilo
Mi pelicano
Mi papagayo
Mi armadillo
Mi langostino
He calls you many things
He uses way too many nicknames
He thinks he has you on his leach
He doesn’t know you’re the master of man
Mi canario
Mi cocodrilo
Mi pelicano
Mi papagayo
Mi armadillo
Mi langostino
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11. |
Le Chat
02:09
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Le Chat
Small little cat
You have cancer
Small little cat
You’re going to die
Small little dog
You have the flu
Small little dog
You’re going to die
You’re going to die
‘Cause you have cancer
You’re going to die
Alone
Small little horse
You’re epileptic
Small little horse
You’re going to die
Small little bird
You have no head
Small little bird
You’re already dead
You’re going to die
‘Cause you’re epileptic
You’re going to die
Alone
You’re going to die
To drool all over yourself
You’re going to die
Alone
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12. |
Horsecrabdish
03:37
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Horsecrabdish
Just broke down my horse is sleepy
Can’t go any further now
Makes me want to claw his weenie
Next time I’ll ride on a cow
I need to find some new way
To get to the wing boat soon
Fly me to the ring ball play
The race starts this afternoon
I’m rolling in my ship
Boiled !
Passing by the moon
Fried !
Floating into space
Stuffed !
I feel like a balloon
What a thing to feed me fruit skin
I’m a king I eat seaweed
Now I lost the pack, can’t see it
Never be the best crab jockey
I’m rolling in my ship
Boiled !
Passing by the moon
Fried !
My shell is getting wrecked
Cracked !
Where’s the dining room ?
Nachos !
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13. |
Pooka
01:11
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Pooka
Oï
Oï
Oï oï oï oï
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14. |
The Boss
02:09
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The Boss
You wake up at six in the morning
Get ready for work with some big plans ahead
You stay cool when you’re stuck in the traffic
Don’t wanna be late don’t wanna run behind
You’d better hurry, be a bitch to your boss !
All day long you try to please him
You laugh at his jokes even when they’re mean
When the evening comes and you’re too tired to speak
You just close your eyes and you drift away
You’d better sleep tight tomorrow’s coming for you !
In your dreams you ride
Your horse into the sunset
Cross the deserts of your mind
Your winchester slung on your back
When he calls you you rush and you run
Bend over backwards Better not make him wait
When your day’s done and you’re too tired to walk
You dream ‘bout your horse, your hat and your gun
You dream ‘bout your horse, your hat and your gun !
In your dreams you ride
Your horse into the sunset
Cross the deserts of your mind
Your winchester slung on your back
You wake up at six in the morning
Get ready for work with some big plans ahead
You stay cool when you’re stuck in the traffic
Don’t wanna be late don’t wanna run behind
You’d better hurry, be a bitch to your boss !
You’d better hurry, be a bitch to your boss !
You’d better hurry !
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15. |
No Gas
02:48
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No Gas
The Mutant runs out of petrol
He forgot to fill the tank up
His warning is broken
Now he’s stuck in Orthez
In Orthez
There’s nothing to do here
Says the upset Mutant
The gas station is closed
I must call Matmutant
In Orthez
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