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Green Jellÿ Album



1993
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Are you ready to obey the cowgod?
We live in a country, we can't eat meat
Obey the cowgod
We live in a country, where there is no, there's no Burger Kings
Obey the cowgod
We live in a country, where there is no, there's no McDonalds
Obey the cowgod

Ah dopey, dopey, dopey, dopey
I'm a cow, and I'm gonna roam through your village
And I'm gonna eat all of your food
But you don't care, because I'm a, I'm a sacred cow
Obey the cowgod

We live in a country, where there is no, there's no Beefcake The Mighty
Obey the cowgod
We live in a country, where there is no, there's no beef-by products
Obey the cowgod

You, on your knees
You, get on your knees
Where's those two boneheads?
Get on your knees
Hands behind your heads
And on your knees
You, on your knees
You, get on your knees
I said, on your knees
Get on your knees and pray to the cowgod

Eat my burger, for it is my flesh
And drink my milk, for it is my blood
Obey the cowgod

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Why don't you sit right back
And I, I may tell you a tale
A tale of three little pigs
And a big, bad wolf

Well, the first little piggy, well he was kinda hick
He spent most of his days just a-dreamin' of the city
And then one day, he bought a guitar
He moved to Hollywood to become a star

But, living on the farm, he knew nothing of the city
Built his house out of straw, what a pity
And then one day, jammin' on some chords
Along came the wolf, knocking on his door

Little pig, little pig, let me in
Not by the hair of my chinny-chin-chin
Little pig, little pig, let me in
Not by the hair of my chinny-chin-chin
Well, I'm huffin', I'm puffin', I'll blow your house in
Huffin', puffin', blow your house in
Huffin', puffin', blow your house in
Huffin' and a-puffin' and I'll blow your house in

Well, the second little piggy, well he was kinda stoked
He spent most of his day just in ganja smokin'
Huffin' and a-puffin' down on Venice Beach
Getting paid money for religious speech

He built his shelter from what he garbage picked
Mostly made up of old cans and sticks
Then one day, he was cranking out Bob Marley
And along came the Wolf on his big bad Harley

Little pig, little pig, let me in
Not by the hair of my chinny-chin-chin
Little pig, little pig, let me in
Not by the hair of my chinny-chin-chin
Well, I'm huffin', I'm puffin', I'll blow your house in
Huffin', puffin', blow your house in
Huffin', puffin', blow your house in
Huffin' and a-puffin' and I'll blow your house in

Well, the third little piggy, the grade A student
His daddy was a rock star named Pig Nugent
Earned his Master's Degree from Harvard College
Built his house from his architect knowledge

A tri-level mansion, Hollywood Hills
Daddy's rock stardom paid for the bills
And then one day, came the old house smasher
The Big Bad Wolf, the little piggy slasher

Little pig, little pig, let me in
Not by the hair of my chinny-chin-chin
Little pig, little pig, let me in
Not by the hair of my chinny-chin-chin
Well, I'm huffin', I'm puffin', I'll blow your house in
Huffin', puffin', blow your house in
Huffin', puffin', blow your house in
Huffin' and a-puffin' and I'll blow your house in

Well, the Big Bad Wolf
Well, he huffed and he puffed, all that he could
And lo and behold, the little piggy's house stood
"It's made out of concrete!" the little piggy shouted
The wolf just frowned as he pouted
So they called nine-eleven, like any piggy would
They sent out Rambo just as fast as they could

(Rambo)
"Yo, wolf-face, I'm your worst nightmare, your ass is mine!"

Well, the wolf fell dead as you can plainly see
So, that's to end the story for you and me
If you still give a listen, you just may hear
A big wolf or little piggy say

Little pig, little pig, let me in
Not by the hair of my chinny-chin-chin
Little pig, little pig, let me in
Not by the hair of my chinny-chin-chin
Well, I'm huffin', I'm puffin', I'll blow your house in
Huffin', puffin', blow your house in
Huffin', puffin', blow your house in
Huffin' and a-puffin' and I'll blow your house in

And the moral of the story is
A band with no talent can easily amuse idiots
With a stupid puppet show

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Follow your nose, it always knows the flavor of jam where ever it goes,

Terror in the supermarket, shoppers are in horror,
Shredded boxes in the aisles, corpses on the floor,
Those who ran, this joy is mine, now they're going to pay,
Sugar coated slaughter now the order of the day!

Toucan Son of Sam!!
Toucan Son of Sam!!
Toucan Son of Sam!!

Silly rabbit, Trix are for kids.

Follow your nose, it always knows the flavor of death where ever it goes,

Orphaned at the age of five, parental guidance missed,
Rice Crispies wouldn't talk to him and he got really pissed,
The remittal chemicals have driven him insane,
Now we know the calling like it's ringing 'round his brain,

Toucan Son of Sam!!
Toucan Son of Sam!!
Toucan Son of Sam!!

Snap! Crackle! Pop!

Toucan Son of Sam!!
Toucan Son of Sam!!
Toucan Son of Sam!!

Toucan Son of Sam!!
Toucan Son of Sam!!
Toucan Son of Sam!!

Toucan

Son

Of

Sam!

Part of your nutritious breakfast!

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Rock-N-Roll Pumpkihn (Say it again).
Wouldja pop it in our keys? (???)

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Anarchy in Bedrock...twitch, twitch,
Right now, hahahahahaha,
I am an antichrist, I am an anarchist,
Know what I want, but know how to get it,
Wanna destroy Mr. Slate 'cause
I wanna be Fred Flintstone!
Anarchy in Bedrock,
Stop in sometime and meet Betty and Willma,
Try some Flint-Upside-Down-Rubble-Bubble cake,
Or just try Fruity Pebbles 'cause
I wanna be Fred Flintstone!
In Bedrock it's the only way to be!
Many ways to get what you want, I use ministry,
I use Barney Rubble (Uh, gee, Fred), I use anarchy, 'Cause
I wanna be Fred Flintstone!
Yabba Dabba Doo!! (Dino bark)
Is this the U.S.D.A.? Is this Hollywood? Is this Bedrock? I thought it was Hollyrock!
'Cause I wanna be Fred Flintstone. And I wanna be Fred Flintstone...
WILLMA!!!!!

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So you wanna go on the road
I'm'a see my love to unfold
You must be young, and you must be bold
On your knees and do what you're told
You pull the trigger on my loaded gun
Till you see we'll be having some fun
So meet me by the backstage door
Light this gun, and lets go for the

Electric Harley house of love
Electric Harley house of love
Electric Harley house of love
Electric Harley house of love

Gutter teen and a loaded mind
I'll give you time for you head to unwind
Can you sleep, it's my head to the floor
Spin around and we'll go for some more
Can you see that I'd love to sit in
Wanna taste the blood of your kin
So, reach out and take my hand
We'll be off to Never Never Land

Electric Harley house of love
Electric Harley house of love
Electric Harley house of love
Electric Harley house of love

Come on, boys!

I know you think it's Metallica
Well, if it is, my name is Joe
Would you think we'd rip it off?
I think we did, but I don't recall
So they say it's a sign of the times
When the band caused something wrong
They think it happens all the time
I think we gone one nevermore

Electric Harley house of love
Electric Harley house of love
Electric Harley house of love
Electric Harley house of love

. . .


Hello, little children, come stand over here,
I'm gonna shake it with the hot groove a-right in my ear,
Yeah, you're boppin' down Melrose in Daddy's new car,
I'm gonna hit you in the nose, and hit you real hard,
So I jumped on the bandwagon, big butt toe wagon,
Racka-sacka rose but jammin' in your butt,
Wait for Ted bass, fuckin' up your face,
And the rock out, threw the pub out, gonna wip my multiple sack out,
We are trippin' on XTC, hedgin' in our defect sexuality,
Don't you wanna bang us? Wanna be like me? We are trippin' on XTC,
Now, livin' in, livin' in, livin' in now (halluconagal genius)
Are you boys on drugs??
Yeah, Jesus Christ, yeah, he is nice, yeah, Jesus Christ, yeah, he is nice,
Huh! Sly, let's do it, let's do it (??????????)
I'm never coming down.
Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep,
If I die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take.

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What is that smell???
Walking through the plant today, scooping up what gets away
It's poo poo, poo poo
Something's smelling pretty ripe, coming from that sewer pipe
It's poo poo, poo poo
You know, everybody knows who can smell it with their nose
It's poo poo, poo poo
I've got poo poo on my shoe, I've got poo poo on my shoe
It's poo poo, poo poo
But first, you gotta...
You gotta, you gotta, got to, got to, got to, got to, got to, got to, got to
SHITMAN!
Lemme, lemme, lemme, lemme, lemme, lemme, lemme
SHITMAN!
Don't gimme, don't gimme, don't gimme, don't gimme, don't gimme no
SHITMAN!
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on shit
He's got poo poo

. . .


Man: Oh, tell me you wanna touch me.
Woman: Tell you what? Man: Oh, yeah.
Woman: Ooo, show me that monkey you got there.
Man: Ah, here?
Woman 2: Hey, what's the monkey?
Man: This is the monkey, baby. Say hi. Say hi to the monkey, the monkey likes you.
Woman: Will it bite?
Man: Yeah...Y..No, he doesn't bite as long as you're nice to him. No, no he won't
bite you. Nuh. I want you to pet the monkey now.
Woman: 'kay? Does it like that?
Man: Ye-ah ha ha.
Woman: Like, right like, oh, right there?
Woman 2: Like?
Man: Yeah. Oh, oh yeah.
Woman: Uh huh, oh wow, this is great.
Man: I have something else I want you to do for me.
WHIP ME, TEENAGE BABE, WHIP ME, TEENAGE BABE,
WHIP ME, TEENAGE BABE, WHIP ME, TEENAGE BABE,
LET ME BE YOUR MORTAL SLAVE, AND WHIP ME, TEENAGE BABE!
Woman: Ohhhhhhhohhh.
Woman 2: Yeah, come here, you little shit.
Man: I been...I been..I been so bad. I, I been so bad..I, I been so bad I,I want you
to put me on the wheel. I want you to put me on the wheel. Uh, no, uh, put me on the
wheel. Uh, oh, oh, yeah, all right tie, yeah, tie me up, all right, all right, yeah,
all right. Now spank me!
Woman: Mmmmm.
Man: SPANK ME!
Woman: Like that?
Woman 2: Oh!
Man: Yeah.
Woman: Like that?
Man: A little harder. Harder
Woman 2: Uh...uh...uh
Man: Oh, I been so bad! All right. All right!
Woman 2: Look at that flesh fly!
Woman: My god!
Man: I want you to s-spin the wheel. Spin it now!
Woman: Ready?
Man: Spin it! Yes, I'm ready!
Woman: Around like this?
Man: Yes!
Woman 2: Faster, faster, faster.
Man: Yes! Yes! Spin it now! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Woman 2: Faster, faster, faster.
Woman: You wanna, Julie, you wanna get on the wheel? I'm jumpin' on! Here I go!
Women: Oh, wheeee!
Woman: Go! Whoo! Look at all that hair fly!
Woman 2: Faster, yeah.
Man: No!
Woman: It's so good!
Man: Stop it! Stop it, I'm gonna...
Woman: He's swinging on my pubicles.
Man: I'm gonna puke. Stop, I'm gonna...
Woman 2: Here, I'll save you.
Man: I don't care, I'm dizzy.
Woman: A hahahahaha.
Man: I'm too dizzy! Stop!
Woman: Oh, good!
Man: Stop, I'm gonna puke! No..(coughs and vomits) Oh, oh my god, oh, ohohoh..
WHIP ME, TEENAGE BABE, WHIP ME, TEENAGE BABE,
WHIP ME, TEENAGE BABE, WHIP ME, TEENAGE BABE,
LET ME BE YOUR MORTAL SLAVE, AND WHIP ME, TEENAGE BABE!
Woman: Hahahahhaha
Woman 2: Oh, yeah! Oh, man!
Man: Oh, oh I wanna, uh, I wanna see Snakey. I wanna see Snakey. Where's Snakey?
Man 2: Snakey?
Man: Yeah, lemme see Snakey.
Man 2: You sure you want Snakey?
Man: I'm sure I want Snakey
Woman: Oh, yeah!
Man 2: Oh...son, I don't think you want Snakey.
Man: I w...
Woman: Yes, he does.
Man: I want Snakey! Please!
Man 2: You don't want Snakey.
Man: I want Snakey.
Woman: Come on, give him Snakey.
Man 2: All right...
Man: Gimme Snakey right now. Lemme see him.
Man 2: All right, son, here comes Snakey.
Man: Come on, Snakey. SNAKEY!
Man 2: Snakey's here!
Man: Oh yeah!
Man 2: Boy, boy, boy, boy.
WHIP ME, TEENAGE BABE, WHIP ME, TEENAGE BABE,
WHIP ME, TEENAGE BABE, WHIP ME, TEENAGE BABE,
LET ME BE YOUR MORTAL SLAVE, AND WHIP ME, TEENAGE BABE!
Man: Oh, oh oh, I think, I think, I think I'm gonna come. Oh, oh, oh, I'm gonna come!!
Woman: Uh...uh...UH...UHUH!
Woman 2: Suck it up, suck it up, suck it up. I'm gonna
Man: (coughs)
Woman: Oh, man, it was so good.
Man: Did I give you a blinkey?
Woman: Could you hold me now? Just..
Woman 2: Ohhhhhhh...Yeah.
Woman: Just hold me.
Man: No.

. . .


When clouds of iron gather nigh, blackening the winter sky,
Storms gather fury from the lake, best hurry home and refuge take,
For soon the worst will come to pass, and ice will turn your routes to glass,
While in the north the beast awakens, from his year long slumber taken,
His howl the fury of the gales, with deadly curves that rarely fail,
To send your autos into flight, through blizzard's curtain blinding white,
See driving skills you lack with the, FLIGHT OF THE SKAJAQUADA

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Got nothin' to do on a Friday night,
GREEN JELLO SUCKS!
Ain't got no talent, but that's all right,
GREEN JELLO SUCKS!
We're the worst, the worst in the land,
GREEN JELLO SUCKS!
But come on! Gotta give us a hand,
GREEN JELLO SUCKS!
Iggy and Gerdy, they're both good names,
GREEN JELLO SUCKS!
Maynard and Poopy, they're both insane,
GREEN JELLO SUCKS!
But when life is just a game who's to blame?
GREEN JELLO SUCKS!
Green Jello.
GREEN JELLO SUCKS!
Yeah, that's right, we're it.
GREEN JELLO SUCKS!
We're the world's economic problems. You can blame it all on us.
GREEN JELLO SUCKS!
It's our fault. (GOD, GREEN JELLO SUCKS!)
Hello, Jello. Green Jello.
GREEN JELLO SUCKS!
Hello, Jello. Green Jello.
GREEN JELLO SUCKS!
Hello, Jello. Green Jello.
Hello, Jello. Green Jello.
Hello, Jello. Green Jello.
Green Jello! Green Jello!
Jell for the future. Jell for the future. Jell for the future. Jell for your future.
And scream Green!
Green Jello sucks!
GREEN JELLO SUCKS!
Green Jello sucks!

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