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get out on the floor
do things to make em adore ya
show em why you were born
and put a little mustard on it
don't tell me what time it is now
don't tell me what time it is now
i know what time it is now
i know what time it is now
it's showtime - showtime
teach the world to move to your sound
hop around and twirl around
and put a little mustard on it
don't tell me who to love or hate now
don't tell me who to love or hate now
don't tell me who to love or hate now
don't tell me who to love or hate now
cause I'm totally filled with hate now
I'm totally filled with hate now
it's showtime
one for the money
two for the show
it is all done with computers
hey mister!
put a little mustard on that mustard!
don't tell me how to do my job now
don't tell me how to do my job now
don't tell me how to do my job now
cause I'm totally doin my job now
I'm totally doin my job now
showtime
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Closing is the gift to the night shift
And now you've got two minutes to go
Swept up the floors, locked all the doors
Lights out and now it's time to go
You hear the bounce and the bounce in the parking lot
And the night just got to a point where it's gonna blow
You were doing your best till you got punched in the chest
And the leader said: "There's something you oughta know"
He said: "My people need a place to Go!" (Go!)
My people need a place to Go! (Go!)
People need a place to go
People need a place to go
Now everybody down at McDonnellzzz
They down with Ronald McDonald
And now they hitting the bottle
And everybody cool
Now everybody down at McDonnellzzz
They down with Ronald McDonald
And now they hitting the bottle
And everybody cool
You notice methods getting crude, language is rude
And you just wanna go
All you wanna do is make it stop
So you call the cops, but the cops, they never show
The leader sees your fear, so pulls you near
Says "Son - there's something you ought to know"
He said "Time ceases its marches at the golden arches
And that's what we're here for."
He said: "My people need a place to go!" (Go!)
My people need a place to go! (Go!)
People need a place to go
People need a place to go
Now everybody down at McDonnellzzz
They down with Ronald McDonald
And now they hitting the bottle
And everybody cool!
Now everybody down at McDonnellzzz
They down with Ronald McDonald
And now they hitting the bottle
And everybody cool!
Cool!
The leader's gonna make you party
Preventing you from departing
The leader is the party
The party is the leader's mind
He said: "My people need a place to go!" (Go!)
My people need a place to go! (Go!)
People need a place to go
People need a place to go
Now everybody down at McDonnellzzz
They down with Ronald McDonald
And now they hitting the bottle
And everybody cool!
Now everybody down at McDonnellzzz
They down with Ronald McDonald
And now they hitting the bottle
And everybody cool!
He said: "My people need a place to Go!" (Go!)
My people need a place to Go! (Go!)
People need a place to go
People need a place to go
Now everybody down at McDonnellzzz
They down with Ronald McDonald
And now they hitting the bottle
And everybody cool!
Now everybody down at McDonnellzzz
They down with Ronald McDonald
And now they hitting the bottle
And everybody cool!
It's the leader's mind
It's the leader's mind
Yeah!
(Go!)
Oh!
(Go!)
(Go!)
(Go!)
(Go!)
(Go!)
Oh!
Oh!
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She says she loves these United States of America
And the flag for which it stands, of thee I sing
And she tells me she's a liar but I don't believe her
She'll tell me almost anything
Placin' your bet on a horse that never left the gate now
Got nothin' left on your plate
But it's better than walkin' around lookin' for another man to subjegate
Better than wondering what it was she just ate
Did I make a mistake when I turned it on?
Was my dance pattern right?
Was my dance pattern wrong?
Did I make a mistake when I sang the song?
Was my vox too sexy?
Was my vox too strong?
Now you navigate your way around the treacherous terrain
Try not to step in the Darvocet and the Novocaine
And you're stuck in the corner listening to some guy talk about his screenplay
And the crazy things he did one night in Spain, wooh
Did I make a mistake when I turned it on?
Was my dance pattern right?
Was my dance pattern wrong?
Did I make a mistake when I sang the song?
Was my vox too sexy?
Was my vox too strong?
My dance pattern is everything that matters to me
The blood splatters, you should see the suckas scatter
Man it really is a sight to see
Well we've seen the years go by
But it seems we've reached the end of the line
And there ain't no happy ending
When you're constantly pretending
That the good lord ripped you out of my side
And this time there are no feelings
And it feels like there's no time
And it feels like it's time to let my feelings do some talking
Some time, every time, every time I dance with you
Did I make a mistake when I turned it on?
Was my dance pattern right?
Was my dance pattern wrong?
Did I make a mistake when I sang the song?
Was my vox too sexy?
Was my vox too strong?
Did I make a mistake when I turned it on?
Was my dance pattern right?
Was my dance pattern wrong?
Did I make a mistake when I sang the song?
Was my vox too sexy?
Was my vox too strong?
Ow, ow, ow
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When a problem needs a problem solver
guess who gets the call?
me that's all
you're dueling with a plugged revolver
well guess who dropped the ball?
the writing's on the wall
The French sent us a copper lady
Long since turning green
From New York to Los Angeles
and all points in between
burning fifty million megawatts of gasoline!
Oooh!
I accept my destiny
I shall start a legacy
The likes of which you've never seen
Make them rip it
Rip it clean
I accept my destiny
I am a ripping machine
So help me!
Rip it! Rip it!
Rip it! Rip it!
Rip it! Rip it!
You're listening to your politicians
They claim to speak to God
Can't you see it's just a fraud?
Your rituals and superstitions
Don't you find them kind of odd?
Might as well kneel before Zod
The French sent us a copper lady
Long since turning green
From New York to Los Angeles
And all points in-between
Burning fifty million megawatts of gasoline
Ooooh!
I accept my destiny
I shall start a legacy
The likes of which you've never seen
Make them rip it
Rip it clean
I accept my destiny
I am a ripping machine
So help me!
Rip it! Rip it!
Rip it! Rip it!
Rip it! Rip it!
Put me in motion
Drink the potion
Use the lotion
Drain the ocean
Cause commotion
Fake devotion
Entertain a notion
Be Nova Scotian
Drink the potion
Put me in motion
Use the lotion
Drain the ocean
Cause commotion
Fake devotion
Entertain a notion
Be Nova Scotian
Drink the potion
Put me in motion
Use the lotion
Drain the ocean
Cause commotion
Fake devotion
Be Nova Scotian
Be Nova Scotian
Be Nova Scotian
Be Nova Scotian
Be Nova Scotian
Be Nova Scotian
Be Nova Scotian
Be Nova Scotian
Be Nova Scotian
Rip it!
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All those pills, they make you uptight
I'm suprised you still walk upright
You want to live the thug life
Well!
Dance on the edge of my knife
Whoa!
Feed my fuckin' habit
Feed my fuckin' habit
Follow the white rabbit
Follow the white rabbit
Reach into me and grab it
Reach into me and grab it
Feed my fuckin' habit
Feed my fuckin' habit
On a pale, moonlight night
My
Willpower loses its fight
Ooh
Feed my fuckin' habit
Feed my fuckin' habit
Follow the white rabbit
Follow the white rabbit
Reach into me and grab it
Reach into me and grab it
Feed my fuckin' rabbit
Feed my fuckin' rabbit
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She was the queen of an evil galaxy
livin' offa money she suckered from me
she wasn't satisfied livin' by the airport in Queens
can you tell me now what any of it means?
Now listen
I see no point in trying to get you to listen
you're hypnotized by the camera you're kissing
my dogs are barkin' and all your cats are hissin' tonight
Nothing gets settled when our animals fight
You look good in pictures
but I think the attention's going to your brain
hey little sister
why do I only see you on the white train?
Riding on the white train
Riding on the white train
Riding on the white train
Riding on the white train
Solo!
You got yourself into a sticky situation
But I don't make moves unless there's some reciprocation
I gotta know now should I be anticipatin' love?
Or will you slap me with your bitches glove?
Hey, Satan destroys you
But Jesus puts you in a bowl and smokes you
Hey little sister, your dreams are dyin'
Living on the white avenue
Living on the white avenue
Living on the white avenue
Living on the white avenue
The white avenue
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Your broken machine has some questions for me
Wants to know a little bit about my history
It wants to know why I write these ridiculous songs
It wants to know everything that turns me on
And what turns me on is you
So now that's what turns it on too
Its methods are filling me with doubt
This experience is starting to creep me out
It doesn't do anything, it just sits there
It doesn't do anything, it just sits there
And looks at me
M-m-mechanical meltdown
It should be thrown away
It should be scrapped by sundown
But broken machine is here to stay
Yeah broken machine thinks it's fair to me
But it only sees what it wants to see
It looks into me to see what I'm made of
It's trying so hard to understand our love
And it sees that I love you
And so you're the one that it loves, too
It wants to understand the workings of our heart
It doesn't care if it tears us apart
It doesn't do anything, it just sits there
It doesn't do anything, it just sits there
And looks at me
M-m-mechanical meltdown
it should be thrown away
sa-sa-satanic shutdown
but broken machine is here to stay
You know what, machine? My mind's not big enough for the both of us. But they tell me you're here to stay. I guess that's what I get for surrounding myself with technology!
M-m-mechanical meltdown
you should be thrown away
you should be scrapped by sundown
but broken machine is here to stay
Broken machine is here to stay
Broken machine is here to stay
Broken machine is here to stay
Broken machine is here to stay
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Angels and demons holding hands and whistling Dixie
we haven't had that kinda fun around here since 1960
we wait in longer lines than the Russians ever did
selling our childrens' souls to the highest bid
I can't describe how it feels...
These songs will blare out of your eyes
when I get to the green building
my arrival will be televised
when I get to the green building
when I get to the green building
Satan's cheerleaders prancing around the maypole in December
We haven't that kind of spectacle here since I can remember
Our fearless leaders say they're equipped to the task
and every point of view on this depends on who you ask
It doesn't matter anyway
All prophecies are realized
When I get to the green building
The stars will shine out of your eyes
When I get to the green building
When I get to the green building
Isn't it interesting to see whose heart shall pass
When they try to hide them but they're made of glass
and isn't it interesting to see who lives or dies
on the rollercoasters and the water slides
And Isn't it interesting to watch them play their game
When they're all such cheaters and they have no shame
And isn't it interesting to hear the demons sing
When the doorbell rings at the green building
and Isn't it interesting
and Isn't it interesting
when the doorbell rings
at the green building
and Isn't it interesting
and Isn't it interesting
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Dance like nobody's watching you Randy
And love like you've never been hurt
Supersize it when you get hungry Randy
And eat like it's the last night on earth
You could be nobody in heaven
Or you could be a star in hell
You could have a billion dollars and blow it all away
Randy's hot tonight
He's hot tonight
He's hot tonight
Randy's hot tonight
He's hot tonight
He's hot tonight
Randy's got tonight
He's got tonight
He's got tonight
Randy's hot tonight
He's hot tonight
He's hot tonight
'Cause we just wanna see the hot, hot side of Randy
Now Randy said
"If you live in Japan, you're Japanese
If you live in Canada, you're gonna freeze
If you live in a plastic house, you'll never die in a fire
If you work in television, you're a fucking liar"
Dont become unfocused Randy
And everything'll be ok
That confidence will come in handy
And everyone will be forced to say
That Randy, He's hot tonight
He's hot tonight
He's hot tonight
Randy's hot tonight
He's hot tonight
He's hot tonight
Randy's got tonight
He's got tonight
He's got tonight
Randy's hot tonight
He's hot tonight
He's hot tonight
Cause we just wanna see the hot hot side of Randy
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(Oh my god!)
I met a girl named Kukuxumusu
(Oh my god!)
She walked on my heart and she did it wearing two shoes
(Oh my god!)
She tossed me in a bag before she threw me away
And she ran around tellin' all my friends I was gay
oh my god
oh my god
I'm not the revolution
I'm just your boyfriend
a fuck solution
until the world ends
don't make me do this
don't make me sing you a love song
(Oh my god!)
I took a ride with succubus Sally
(Oh my god!)
She stole my soul down at the bowling alley
(Oh my god!)
She's scratching my skin and she kissed on my head
And she liquifies the living to feed to the dead
Oh my god!
Oh my god!
I'm not the revolution
I'm just your boyfriend
A fuck solution
Until the world ends
Don't make me do this
Don't make me sing you a love song
There are policeman with more sympathy
And paupers with more money than me
And while those things, they might be true
There are corpses with more personality than you
(1-2-3-4)
I fell in love with Hollywood Heather
But she was just another angry trend-setter
Her body was assembled by a plastic MD
And she made me the object of her insecurity
I'm not the revolution
I'm just your boyfriend
A fuck solution
Until the world ends
What more can I say than
Oh my god
Oh my god
Oh my god
Oh my god
Oh my god
Oh my god
Oh my god
Oh my god
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Someone told me you were cool
But the more I think about it that someone must have been you
Did you actually read your books at school?
'Cause you really don't seem ready for the drop of the other shoe
Wasting all your time howling at a half moon
Adding a little doom and gloom to your doom and gloom
You can do what you do
But I got bigger fish to fry than you
And I-I-I-I don't like you
And I-I-I-I don't want you here
Oh dear
Is that the best that you can do?
'Cause it really doesn't seem like you went ahead and thought it through
Yelling 'til you turn blue
But you better call that bluff before it goes ahead and calls you
And I really don't care whose side you're on
This here ain't a sprint, this is a marathon
You can say what you say
But I'd really, really like it if you just went away
And I-I-I-I can't take you
And I-I-I-I don't want you here
Not near
You say:
"Can we talk about this later?
Can we talk about this later?"
Blinded by your self-adulation
Deafened by your heinous orations
Hey hey!
Give us a break you big baby!
Solo!
You can do what you do
But I got bigger fish to fry than you
And I-I-I-I don't like you
And I-I-I-I don't want you here
And I-I-I-I can't take you
And I-I-I-I don't want you here
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This is your captain speaking.
We've gone insane and we're slashing fares on Lucifer Airlines
You'll drink champagne and nobody cares about arriving on time
We know your name and your cross to bear, you'll answer for your crime
And we'll save an extra seat for you on the day you die
Sit back, relax, and take in the view and enjoy your flight
Sit back, relax (we love to fly)
Sit back, relax
Sit back, relax (we love to fly)
Sit back, relax
Sit back, relax (we love to fly)
Sit back, relax
Sit back, relax (we love to fly)
Sit back, relax
Crash positions, 'cause we're going down on Lucifer Airlines
taking submissions; turning no one down - we're hiring all kinds
Sit back, relax (we love to fly)
Sit back, relax
What have i, what have i gotten myself into?
This ain't no sexy vacation for two
And I just don't know what to do now
Hey!
We love to fly
We love to fly
We love to fly
We love to fly
(This is your captain speaking)
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Ever since I met you, you were someone I knew
lookin for a little somethin somethin to do
you wanted one stop shoppin' and clothes that fit you
you wanted to look pretty when they're taking your picture
now you want your life to move a little bit faster
a little bit of death, a little bit of disaster
well I was doing this before you were born
the glove already fit you before it was worn
and girl, the choice is yours
I can dress you up as the devil
or I can dress you up as one of the devil's whores
oh oh oh oh oh oh
oh oh oh oh oh oh
oh oh oh oh oh oh
oh oh oh oh oh oh
calling all girls of the opposite sex
I know you just can't wait for what happens next
I got a five-step plan and a brand-new facility
the perfect habitat for testing sex ability
all you need's a credit card you're good to go
roll a little footage and film a little video
I wanna see who's living between your legs
you just can't make an omelet without breaking some eggs
and girl, what do you say?
You can dress me up like JFK
hide in the grassy knoll
and blow me away!
oh oh oh oh oh oh
oh oh oh oh oh oh
oh oh oh oh oh oh
oh oh oh oh oh oh
SOLO!
I have some money here for you, so reach in to me and grab it
And I have never understood why anybody likes Lenny Kravitz
I see no reason for this to continue
I don't have anything else to put in you
now go back home girl and do whatever it is that you do
And girl, I hate to break you the news
when you win here, you really lose
and you've been such a pleasure to use
oh oh oh oh oh oh
oh oh oh oh oh oh
oh oh oh oh oh oh
oh oh oh oh oh oh
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These are your clothes
This is your hair
you aren't fooling anybody
but I still want to touch you
ooh oooh
the supermarket tabloid appeal
of the crazy little lives of
fabulous people
fabulous people
fabulous people
makin' all their money off of
dirty little people
dirty little people
dirty little people
givin' all their money to the fabulous people
whoa whoa whoooooooaaaaaaaooooo
This is your business
This is your pleasure
don't mean nothin' to no one
but I still wanna have you, oh
when you're makin' love now
what do you feel?
do you think you're good enough
for fabulous people
fabulous people
fabulous people
makin' all their money off the
dirty little people
dirty little people
dirty little people
givin' all their money to the fabulous people
whoa whoa whoa whooooooaaaaaaaooooo
Britney Spears and David Beckham
Paris Hilton and Red Skelton
every penny you spend helps them take over the world
present past and participle
Dale Jr. and Dick Trickle
and let us not forget Don Rickles
scaring the young girls
scaring the young girls
scaring the young girls
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Show me your sexy trash
But don't go makin' moves that agitate my rash
I'm an American man and I know where I stand
I stand with you in your sexy trash
Columbian warlords are rushing to replace
All the product that they've moved to the United States
With traddaxian crystals from outer space
And the filthy residue of your sexy trash
Your sexy trash
The geopolitical ramifications of lovers when they lie
Because of vegetarians, animals no longer die
We can live as one inside the slaughterhouse of your sexy trash
I'm an American man tonight
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If we make love would it be a mistake?
Would the aftermath be hard to take
And the knots we've tied come undone?
Have you heard? Have you heard?
(Have you heard?)
Have you heard? Have you heard?
(Have you heard?)
There's a man dressed up like an ancient bird
And he's setting his guitar on fire
Every mutiny begins with the cooks
Every queen cheats on the king with the rooks
Every nuclear war begins with two dirty looks
I know my shit from Shinola
I'm tired of eating your stale granola
And I know a bloodbath when I see one
Have you seen? Have you seen?
(Have you seen?)
Have you seen? Have you seen?
(Have you seen?)
There's a man dressed up like a flaming queen
And he's helping San Fransisco fall in love
Every problem can be solved by burning books
Every savior's crucified next to crooks
Every human being starts with two naughty looks
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