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The Presidents Of The United States Of America




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The Presidents Of The United States Of America Album


II (11/05/1996)
11/05/1996
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Good evening ladies and gentlemen, what is your desire
And hello ladies and gentlemen... explosions and fire
Good evening ladies and gentlemen, are you prepared to rock
And hello ladies and gentlemen... let's rock
Let's rock, let's rock, let's rock, let's rock, let's rock, let's rock, let's rock
Let's rock, let's rock, let's rock, let's rock, let's rock, let's rock, let's rock

Do you have any idea what it takes to rock?
Every night every day every night
Plug us in and watch us pump out out sound
Comin' to you so you don't have to leave town

This is the show... we are the band
Sometimes it just takes you by the hand

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I said I loved you and I told you on a Tuesday
You say you're happy but your mind is slidin' sideways
You say you're happy but you're dozy in the theater
The goons keep grillin me wonderin' - how I'm treatin' ya!
I say she's happy, that's all that matters
I say she's happy, that's all that matters
Her clothes are crappy and her brain is badly battered
You say she's happy, that's all that matters now
That's all that matters now

When I get you home in my room 'tween my sheets
And I got a chance to tell you, face to face
How I feel about you darling now, I say

You're a lunatic to love
You're a lunatic to love
You can hold my hand to stand up
Hey Lunatic

I dropped you off at the asylum on a Friday
You looked like hell but I said that you looked OK
You spent the weekend flailing round the trailer
I had to tie you down and strap on you inhaler

I wish that I could help you feel the cold breeze
Set up an IV of sanity
Say there's a spy in one half of your brain
Spyin' on the other half and it's drivin' you a little insane

But you're happy, that's all that matters
You say your happy, that's all that matters
Your clothes are crappy and your brain is badly battered
You say your happy, that's all that matters now
That's all that matters right now

When I rescue you from those concrete rooms
Where they keep you tied up to your bed
Giving you shots of electricity every morning at 7 am
It's enough to drive a sane person crazy
Baby let me tell you how I feel about ya

You're a lunatic to love
You can hold my hand to stand up
Hey Lunatic

Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love,
love, love, love
Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love,
love, love, love
Luncatic to love
A luncatic to love
A luncatic to love
A luncatic to love

A luncatic to love
A luncatic to love
A luncatic to love
A luncatic to love, love, love, love, love, love

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Under the island... middle of a mountain
There is a big bad... boomin' system
Blowin' speakers... woofers and tweeters
Amplifiers... melted wires
The parties exploded... the core is corroded
Under ground... the Puget Sound
Cause a shiftin'... and a drifin'
Big black boom box...stuck in the hot rock
It's in there flowin'... it's in there growin'
You don't believe me... that this scenery
Could be a cold blooded killer

It's gonna blow... Volcano
It's gonna blow... Volcano
It's gonna blow... Volcano

Now the island is shiftin'... the plates are liftin'
The core is creamy...docile and dreamy
Stopped up and steamy
Happy campers... poop in there pampers
When the mountain... becomes a fountain
Of white hot lava... molten magna
Super sonic... plate techtonics
Stero phonic... lava and tonic
The boom is bionic
Sony shut down... magnavox meltdown
Ballistic breakdown
Hi-fi heatwave... lo-fi lava cave
That sulfur smells... Mt St Helens
Pompeii was yellin'...

It's gonna blow... Volcano
It's gonna blow... Volcano
It's gonna blow... Volcano

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I will survive in my Mach 5
In my Mach 5, I will survive
Yeah, Yeah

I will survive in my Mach 5
In my Mach 5, I will survive
Yeah, Yeah

I bring the hammer down
A tiny crushin sound
And I'm in the yard
Smashing match box cars
An itty bitty crash
And my machine is trash
But I'm blastin past
With chickie on the dash
Chickie on the gas
Go chickie

I will survive in my mach 5
In my mach 5, I will survive
Yeah, Yeah

I will survive in my mach 5
In my mach 5, I will survive
Yeah, Yeah

The firecracker blow
An urge overload
The wild plastic fire
Smoke from the tire
Layin' a little patch
Without a single scratch
Between the hammer and the rock I
Can see bright blue mach 5
It's my mach 5
Oh

Oh my goodness
It's the most beautiful little thing I've ever seen in my life
It's blue on the outside and all creamy on the interior
Yeah
I can't bring myself to smash it
So I take it for a ride on a sunny summer Sunday afternoon
I'm riding with the top down
Riding with the top down
Riding with the top down
Hell I blew the top right of my car

I will survive in my Mach 5
In my Mach 5, I will...

I will survive in my Mach 5
In my Mach 5
Yeah, I wanna go
I wanna go
I wanna go

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Some weepy, creepy, willow, pillow boggy shit
Transcendental big wheel can ya feel it
I got a chickey face down trippin' so damn hard
His head splits open, stuffin' spills out into the car
Cup of dirty water and a lonely boney frog
Slip me seven dollars and I'll pump it full of smog
You paint a monkey gold, let him loose downtown
You start him with a smile, he'll come back with a frown

He's just a twig in the wind, a twig in the wind
A twig in the wind, a twig in the wind
I'm thick and thin and all right

I'm happy feeling crappy in my nappy little car
Squozen, frozen, duplicated, drunk in a bar
Tape recorded all distorted genius machine
A spokes model dipped in refried beans
And piggies' fateful price to put their necks on the stump
Dusty busted skeletons who pay at the pump
Multi-nippled rotating DJ sap
I'm shoulder high in crap and my water wings are flat

I'm just a twig in the wind, a twig in the wind
A twig in the wind, a twig in the wind
I'm thick and I'm thin and alright

I'm twig in the wind, a twig in the wind
A twig in the wind, a twig in the wind
A twig in the wind, a twig in the wind

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Well.. I.. happened to..
Find me a buggy
Coming out from under a rock in the grass, yeah
He got his bug luggage
No time to talk he's walkin' fast, yeah

Said he's heading for a log where the lady bugs are plentiful
He showed me some brochures and I must say it was beautiful
I'm belly down and bendin' back the blades
Bug stopped just long enough for him to say

I'm on my way... to bug citay
I'm on my way... to bug citay

If you wanna dance with a buggy
Put all six feet on the ground, yeah
The bug will pick up your luggage
And drive you straight into town, yep
Where you're safe from the spray and the kitty and the chase
If bugs can make it there they could make it any place
Between the sun going going down and the sun coming up
Yeah bug city's rocking, Yeah that feather pluckin' log is lit up

I'm on my way... to bug citay
I'm on my way... to bug citay

And they're all going to bug city for the night
And they're all going to bug city for the night
Every single bug that you see on the sidewalk's
On his way to bug city for the night
And they're all going to bug city for the night

And they're all going to bug city for the night
Yes they're all going to bug city for the night
And they're all going to bug city for the night

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I let my thirsty boots wander all over
And they come home with lies about women
And in the evening toe up to the stars
Sun is comin' up and somethings feelin' funky

Old moldy korn club stuck in the mud it makes me
Wish for a million dollar view
Spend my last lone quarter on the korn klub's kool aid
And there's nothin else I'd rather do

There's nothin like a bath of fire
To get this deep down dirt outta me
There's nothin like a bath of fire
To get this deep down dirt outta me

Yeah
Razor fanged rattlesnake only tryin' to protect itself
I had to haul off and blow it's little head away
Sucked out the venom, kept the little skin and
Meat found it's way onto my plate

There go my boots complainin', tellin me it's time to go stompin'
I'd better listen or they'll kick my ass

Hell is down there yawnin', hopin I fall head first in it
Nothing like a bath of fire to get this deep down dirt out of me
Nothing like a bath of fire to get this deep down dirt out of me
Nothing like a bath of fire to get this deep down dirt outta me

Nothing like a bath of fire to get this deep down dirt outta me
Nothing like a bath of fire to get this deep down dirt
Nothing like a bath of fire to get this deep down dirt outta me
Nothing like a bath of fire to get this deep down dirt
Nothing like a bath of fire to get this deep down dirt outta me
Nothing like a bath of fire to get this deep down dirt
Nothing like a bath of fire to get this deep down dirt outta me
Nothing like a bath of fire to get this deep down dirt
Nothing like a bath of fire to get this deep down dirt outta me

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Hey!

Had a girl and she did me wrong
I didn't let that kinda shit go on too long
Split the clouds and divided the sea
Showed that evil girl how nasty the tiki god could be
She didn't call no more nor bother me
My little tiki god made sure I'd live in peace
One day I read they found a body in the river
Tiki God, why you make me shake, you make me shiver, all right

I got a Tiki God... saves me... I got a Tiki God

Yeah!
Bobby Brady found the idol in the rubble
Had no idea it would cause so much trouble
When Greg tried to throw it back in the ocean
There was a rumble, an awful commotion
Don't ask me how, but the tiki found Bobby
He thought the idol was some Hawaiian hobby
Turned out the god was mean and vicious
Didn't respond to Bobby's 3 wishes

He had a Tiki God... saves him... He had a Tiki God

Na na na na na na
Na na na na na na
Na na na na na na
Na na na na na na
Na na na na na na
Na na na na na na
Na na na na na na
Na na na na na na

So when you're caught up in an evil plot
Your life's in danger and you can hear the shot
Your head is spinning and your fading fast
How long do you think this kinda fun can last
Your luck will change with a simple motion
I found my idol in a bottle in the ocean
He splits the clouds and divides the sea
And shows those evil guys how nasty those tiki gods can be, all right

He had a Tiki God... saves him... He had a Tiki God
Yeah
Yeah

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Freckles and eyes of brown
I'll take a big patty of cow
Beautiful pearly statue
I couldn't eat meat without you

You're my little Indian Princess
Little Indian Princess
Little Indian Princess

Took her off the vegetation
Took her by the arm
Selling e-coli burgers
Couldn't do no harm

You're my little Indian Princess
Little Indian Princess
Little Indian Princess

Took her off the vegetation
Took her by the arm
Selling e-coli burgers
Couldn't do no harm
I'd use any reason
I'd use any trick
Just to spend my loose change
On a fist sized ice-cream cone at Dick's

Little Indian Princess
Little Indian Princess
Little Indian Princess

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Froggie jumped all over the stage that day
Froggie jumped all over the stage that day
Rolling Stone magazine... sucked him dry and made him king
Froggie let rip with a big burp
And froggie jumped all over the stage that day
Froggie jumped all over the stage that day
Mick Jagger kissin' frogie's lips... studying films of froggie's hips
His eyes are closed cause he's off in a world of ecstacy
Where froggie folks get the froggie scene

And froggie jumped all over the stage that day
WATCH HIM JUMP!
Froggie jumped all over the stage that day
Froggie jumped all over the stage that day

The rocket doctor came downtown to write prescription by the pound
And froggie spread it all around
And jumped all over the stage that day
Cause froggie jumped all over the stage that day

He got 50,000 in his flock
He plays arena animal rock
He can barely stand up straight but somehow he does
Make his way directly to the front of the stage and
Froggie jumps all over the stage that day

WATCH HIM JUMP!
Froggie jumped all over the stage that day

The show is over... the band is gone... the crowd is gone
His girlfriends gone... his make-up's all been sweated off...
And he's all alone...
He goes to fill that one last prescription...
The one with the deadly description...
He swallows it down...
His brain explodes... his eyes implode... his tiny heart goes peuny pop...
His shiny legs refuse to hop... and he floats on down...
To a buring place... he looks around...for a friendly face...
The band is there patiently waitin' for froggie's brand new sonic creation
He starts to ribbit... he starts to kick it
He starts to ribbit... he starts to kick it
Froggie jumped all over the stage that day

Rolling Stone magazine made him cry and missed the king
Froggie let rip with a big burp

Froggie jumped all over the stage that day

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I got myself a brand new tube amplifier
It's large and lovely to behold
La, La, La, La, La
I got myself a new tube amplifier
Now I'm gonna blow a big one

I got myself a little tube amplifier
It's large and lovely and it smells just like a dream
I got myself a tube amplifier
Now I'm gonna blow a big one

I got myself a brand new big bertha driver
Gonna take it to the range (take it to the range)
I got myself a new big bertha driver
Now I'm gonna hit a big one

I got myself a brand new cymbal supplier
They're really good they're Sabian
They're great they're Sabian
I got myself a new cymbal supplier
Now I'm gonna crash
Now I'm gonna hit

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Love child to Genghis Kahn
And a beautiful busty Amazon
On the Death Star with her godfather
Darth Vader... and nine months later

But that's impossible
Yeah, she's super-collosul
She'll make a fascinating fossil

Supermodel... oh yea...
Supermodel... not just a regular girl

She made of metal and a million miles high
Hair-do scrapin' the sky
Made it with the terminator
Schwarzennegger... 9 months later

But that's impossible
Yea, she's supercollosul
She'll make a fascinating fossil

Supermodel... oh yea...
Supermodel... not just a regular girl

Supermodel... oh yea...
Supermodel... oh yea...
Supermodel... oh yea...
Supermodel... oh yea...

Supermodel... oh yea...
Supermodel... oh yea...
Supermodel... oh yea...
Supermodel... oh yea...

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Little puffy cloud with a tongue
Floatin' over a cheese puff rug a lug
If I had a choice between those two
You know I'd obviously choose the one with the puffy little shoes

Shoe oo oo oo oo oo oo oos... my puffy little
Shoe oo oo oo oo oo oo oos...

Little skinny chicken on my plate
Big skinny skinhead he's up to here with hate
If I had a choice between those two
You know I'd obviously choose the one with the puffy little shoes

Shoe oo oo oo oo oo oo oos... my puffy little
Shoe oo oo oo oo oo oo oos...
My puffy little shoes
My puffy little shoes
My puffy little
Shoe oo oo oo oo oo oo oos...
Puffy little shoes
Puffy little shoes
Yeah, Urge overkill
I got puffy little

Take a ride inside my eye
And this is what you will likely find

Big hammer mud ball breakin' my bones
Soft shoulder salamander's up close and alone
And if I had a choice between those two
I'd absolutely have to choose the one with the shoes
Little monkey clawin' at my face
And people pack into the ROCK AND ROLL PLACE!!!
If I had a choice between those two
You know I'd obviously choose the one with the puffy little shoes

Shoe oo oo oo oo oo oo oos... my puffy little
Shoe oo oo oo oo oo oo oos
My puffy little shoes
My puffy little shoes
My puffy little
Shoe oo oo oo oo oo oo oos...

Puffy little shoes
Puffy little shoes
Yeah

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Good evening ladies and gentlemen, hope you enjoyed the show
Good bye ladies and gentlemen, it's time to go
Good evening ladies and gentlemen, that's all the songs we know
Good bye ladies and gentlemen, SO LET GO! LET'S GO!

LET GO! LET'S GO!
LET GO! LET'S GO!
LET GO! LET'S GO!
LET GO! LET'S GO!
LET GO! LET'S GO!
LET'S GO!
LET'S GO!
LET'S GO!

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I had a dream.... Magic Johnson was ill
He autographed the ball.... small rubber ball.
Ten feet tall.... pig, big puffy shoes.
Are the cameras on.... are the cameras on?
Set the ball down.... went out to the court.
Shot a swish (laugh laugh)
Felt like a.... felt like a pillow.
Went back to his spot.... Magic was gone.

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