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Busy Weather - Soda Jerk
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Gian Ramone - Weekend
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They’re waxing up their long boards
Goose-steppin to the north shore
Catchin’ uber waves again
Heil ten! Hang ten! Heil ten!
Blonde and pierced and they wanna get laid
Surf punk nazis on parade.
They’re young and tan, morally decayed
Surf punk nazis on parade.
They surf the shape of a Swastika
Proclaim the Reich Aquatica
Catchin’ uber waves again
Heil ten! Hang ten! Heil ten!
Blonde and pierced and they wanna get laid
Surf punk Nazis on parade.
They’re young and tan, ready to invade
Surf punk Nazis on parade.
They parade through town and cause a furor
‘Cause they think their blood is purer
They dress with style but they’re so uncouth
The boys of summer surf punk Hitler youth.
Blonde and pierced and they wanna get laid
Surf punk nazis on parade.
They’re young and tan, sexually depraved
Surf punk Nazis on parade
If you hear this song in the future
And the world is in the shitter
Get your ass in a time machine
And kill baby surf punk Hitler.
Surf punk Nazis on parade.
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[adapted from poem by Maryanne Pappano]
D-O-L, L-A-R, Dollar whore (x4)
Loneliness left a long time ago.
Perhaps it was swept in the breeze of seasons?
Change, Coins, Dolla Dolla bill yo
I once was confused for a dollar whore
ex boyfriend wrote my phone number
down on one at a funeral (parlor)
it must’ve got mixed in with jail money
per the phone call I got
asking if I was lonely?
“Loneliness left” I said, She skipped town
Stepped out of her skin
Bones, Sticks and stones
Mary Magdalen wasn’t a whore either
-Bridge-
Packed her soul in a
suitcase of solitude
where she lives Alone
Never lonely
Packed her soul into a
suitcase of solitude
where she lives Alone
Never lonely
Loneliness left Hitchhiked far away
from herself Just to stand
still in the breeze
Seasons, Change
Coin operated whore
Slapped, Smacked
Coin operated whore
Slapped, Smacked
Coin operated whore
Slapped, Smacked
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Let me tell you little pretty ones a little something I have learned
When expertise experience and education you gently spurn
You can do your own research on youtube and the Rogan show
Come to think of it I think these things are things you really ought to know
When you stick utensils in the wall socket you’ll be fine
They sell electrocution hoaxes every day just to make a dime
And if you follow the money hey! Though you won’t find this on any bookshelves
Well, they’re takin’ asbestos out my walls cause they want to keep it for themselves
Let’s Go! Let’s Go Darwin!
Let’s Go! Let’s Go Darwin!
They took the lead out of paint, and my pencils, and my gasoline
Makes me wonder - I’m just sayin’ - Aw, how come they gotta be so mean?
Everyone around here knows lead protects from x-ray
So give me lead or give me death, and Brandon, don’t you tread on me
Let’s Go! Let’s Go Darwin!
Let’s Go! Let’s Go Darwin!
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[You ain't tribulla to me!]
Thought I knew about trivia
But I got so confused
Tried beating the WellSquad
But I wasn't even that cool
You ain't trivia to me
You ain't trivia to me
1 2 3 4 Ky, tell me, what's my score
5 6 7 8 Niemic family's coming late
[Hey uh, why don't you hit us with some trivia questions, Ky?]
What's the fastest animal on the planet? PEREGRINE FALCON
How many people were indicted in the Watergate scandal? 69
And last but not least, who's that band? ABBA
Tried to Google one night
Cheating with all my might
I tried everything to win
But I couldn't win you
You ain't trivia to me
You ain't trivia to me
1 2 3 4 Ky, tell me, what's my score
5 6 7 8 What is my tribulla fate
[Alright Ky, hit us with some na na nas]
Na na na (etc)
[Uh Ky, hit us with some na na nas that sound like the Ramones?
Oh, sure!]
Na na na (etc) WHOOOOOOOOOOOO
You ain't trivia to me
You ain't trivia to me
1 2 3 4 Ky tell me what's my score
5 6 7 8 Niemic family's coming late
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Couchboy - Nowhere to Go
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Why, Why? - Turn It Up
02:05
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Miami Gold - BAM BAM
02:05
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The kids are dying of fentanyl--
you know it's real.
Marsha know addiction sells so
she pushes pills.
She takes donations from Big Pharma
that could buy Acid Man a home.
I want to make it all known.
The kids are dying of fentanyl
cuz She made a deal.
Cut with fake prescription pills--
you know it's real.
She takes donations from Big Pharma
while we lost Mac and Lil Peep.
She's evil to me.
Mama had a baby and he broke his arm.
She took him to the doctor and she meant no harm.
The doc prescribed percosets for the pain,
but the withdrawal made the little baby boy insane.
And she says "Where's my son, Marsha?
Where's my son, Marsha?"
Baby Boy was fiending and he meant no harm.
He got his refill from a guy at a bar.
That xanax bar was fake and cut with fentanyl.
Baby Boy OD'd and now he's dead from pills.
WHERE’S MY SON, MARSHA?
WHERE’S MY SON, MARSHA?
WHERE’S MY SON, MARSHA?
WHERE’S MY SON?
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Merzie - Punk You MFs
02:04
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Green Quams - Stay Dead
02:18
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People talk about the good old days
With rosy glasses on.
Today’s not perfect but it’s where we live
I’m glad the good old days are gone.
The good old days sucked!
We were just too dumb to know.
We had no responsibilities
And nowhere else to go.
Folks were smoking banana peels
And giving their love away.
Tricky Dick was on the scene
Don’t wanna go back to yesterday.
The good old days sucked!
We were just too dumb to know.
We had no responsibilities
And nowhere else to go.
The greatest generation
Fought the Germans overseas
A lot of them never made it home
The rest came back with the French disease.
The good old days sucked!
We were just too dumb to know.
We had no responsibilities
And nowhere else to go.
People talk about the good old days
With rosy glasses on.
Today’s not perfect but it’s where we live
I’m glad the good old days are gone.
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[It's Duncan Moondance and the Disco Dinosaurs!]
I'VE GOT FRIENDS
WE'RE IN A BAND
WE ALL HAVE MATCHING JACKETS
AND NO BELTS
MOM CAN'T SEW
EVERYBODY KNOWS
WE'VE GOT MATCHING JACKETS
AND NO BELTS
PATCHES ON THE SLEEVES
MAKING US UNIQUE
MINE IS A PICTURE
OF MYSELF
MY WHOLE CREW I'M TELLING YOU
SINCE YOU CAN'T SEE US ON THE RADIO
I'VE GOT FRIENDS
WE'RE IN A BAND
WE ALL HAVE MATCHING JACKETS
AND NO BELTS
[No belts?] NO BELTS NO BELTS NO BELTS
THE GUY UPSTAIRS
DOESN'T LIKE OUR HAIR
WE JUST WANNA FEEL GOOD
AND DANCE
JAMMIN ON THE STAGE
FILL THE ROOM WITH RAGE
YOU'RE OUR BUD
NO PANTS
MY WHOLE CREW I'M TELLING YOU
SINCE YOU CAN'T HEAR US ON THE RADIO
I'VE GOT FRIENDS
WE'RE IN A BAND
WE ALL HAVE MATCHING JACKETS
AND NO PANTS
WANNA REALLY ROCK?
TAKE OFF YOUR SOCKS!
GET OVER HERE YOU FLIRT
TAKE OFF YOUR SHIRT!
DO YOU DRIVE A CAR?
TAKE OFF YOUR BRA!
DISCO DINOSAURS 1 2 3 4!
WE'RE ALL FRIENDS
WE'RE IN A BAND
WE ALL HAVE MATCHING JACKETS
AND NOTHING ELSE
NOTHING ELSE
NOTHING ELSE
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Hit Dogs - Facedown
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