1. |
Bones of the Saints
02:04
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Black light in the hands
of a mixed-up man
making devil dolls with
day-glo paint
Living in the jungles
of the Borneo
They calling us
"Bones of the Saints"
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2. |
Bughead
03:18
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When'd anybody ever jump on your head?
Well they said I was wrong and they jumped on my head
All of them did
Why'd everybody make a lump on your head?
Mmm, word gets out, there's a party
Who all said you gotta eat that bug?
Well they said if I was wrong, I'd have to eat a bug
That big fat juicy bug
Mmm, I'll eat it
And I'll like it
When'd anybody ram a yam up your butt?
Well they said I was wrong, they jump on my head, they made me eat a bug and then they took a big yam like this and they
Lock him up lock him up lock him up
I ain't afraid of you
If you still ain't had enough
Heinrich has an ice pick
to take the brain out from your head
and poke it with his broomstick
mention that to Little Joe
the bastard was his maker
in the steamy black of night
when killers wasn't fakers
Any time you dig a hole
eat your favorite marble
Check the house for mice and then
make Junior read his bible
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3. |
Count Rock(u-ass)ula
01:07
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All the way from Trombonesylvania
that funky disco vampire mania
Everybody's running from Count Rock(u-ass)ula
as he's riding into town on a one-eyed wombat-ula
and he's poking that thing with a six-foot spatula
There ain't no use in hiding cause he's gonna get-ula
Look out -- here comes the boy in the plastic bubble
There he goes
Oh, look at those shoes
Hey where's he going?
Mmm, what a hat
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4. |
The You're So Slender
01:30
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Pump you full of lead
Shave your bed
Dinosaur motel, Prague
Elephant saloon
Cow monsoon
Naked millionaire
Polar bear
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5. |
Dado Peru
05:46
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Fast Eddie skippin a stone
smellin like a band-aid
He got trouble comin out of his ears
Nothin in his pocket except his hand
And he walks alone
a young buck on the make
What does it take?
Yebba ho, yebba ho, ta ta ta
Ah yay ah yay ah yay yebba ho
Guh
Day-ay-ay-ay ca ca ca
Yebba ho
Sharp tooth pickin a bone dry clean as a whistle
Havin a toot of a time
He got somethin swimmin around in the back of his head makin him see spots
Like a dinosaur he got a pointy head but he just can't make it come to the point and he knows exactly why and he cries, singin
Yebba ho, yebba ho, ta ta ta
Ah yay ah yay ah yay yebba ho
Guh
Day-ay-ay-ay ca ca ca
Yebba ho
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6. |
O Those Eyes
01:24
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7. |
Pumpkins
01:11
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Fill up again your pumpkins with alcohol
And hand up the largest of them to me
Solemn I will light the giant candle for you
now in the night in the blackest night
We are playing hide and seek
We're playing hide and seek
across a thousand seas a thousand seas
we gods we gods when skies are red at dawn
and in the night in the blackest night
You cannot see us
No you cannot see us
But you are ourselves
Therefore we laugh so gaily when the skies are red
at dawn, at midday and in the blackest night
Fill up again your pumpkins with alcohol
And hand up the largest of them to me
Solemn I will light the giant candle for you
now in the night now in the night
and in the blackest night
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8. |
Babykins
01:04
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Alright, Babykins
Babykins we know you're in there
Come out with your hands up
Please?
Dig
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9. |
Kill the Great Raven
02:57
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10. |
Young Mr. Plum
01:48
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Well, there was a little fella who lived in a shoe
Mr. Plum is crazy
And he was always buck naked when he done did the do
Liquid Plumber's lazy
Monkey see monkey do
Riding on my bicycle
A pickled toad in a herringbone stew
Why'd you steal my bicycle?
La la la la
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11. |
Schmeknicolor
01:22
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12. |
McDung Lung Tongue
01:08
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Wow
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Ribbit
05:42
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Well I was underneath the apple tree
diggin for a worm
and just one look at the farmer's daughter
made me squirm
She had a worm stuck on a fish hook
speaking in tongues
and I felt like a frog on a fish farm
with water in my lungs
And then I heard her say
"Ha! Look at you!
What happened to your clothes?"
I said "Clothes? What clothes?"
I never wanted to walk on water
I never wanted to learn to hop and crawl
I didn't covet the farmer's daughter
I never wanted to be a frog at all
Now the farmer keeps his daughter safe
guards her like a hawk
When I saw him pointin that finger at me
it was no time to talk
And Sir Isaac couldn't help me out
All he could say was "duck"
And he handed me a bottle of apple juice
and wished me luck
Thanks
The last thing I heard was the farmer yell
"You slimy little frog!
Take my daughter and my apple juice
and don't come around my farm no more"
I never wanted to walk on water
I never wanted to learn to hop and crawl
I didn't covet the farmer's daughter
I never wanted to be a frog at all
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15. |
Bellyup
00:53
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16. |
Buttplug
01:13
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18. |
Lil' Surfari Girl
00:53
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19. |
Oops
01:28
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20. |
Wooden Shoes
00:30
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21. |
Colonel Plank
00:14
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22. |
The Ho Chi Minh Trail
00:15
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23. |
Mammy, Cold and Clammy
00:43
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Welcome to the jungle
Even Elvis has x-ray eyes
Meet the king
Drop your disguise
Welcome to the jungle
Say hello to Electric Steve
Stun gun sting
Acid pancake heave
Smokin ultra lite 100s for the
broken promises that finally brought her back into the
open. Now she's incognito and she's
hopin that something in an apricot will make it hot
Electric acid pancake house
Melt into the sofa
Put your gun to good use
Kill the hog
It's time to cook the goose
Melt into the sofa
Elvis on the rocking horse
The king lives
and kills without remorse
Mabel, tell the maitre d' to find us a
table as far away from that group over there as he's
able. I thought this was a restaurant not some
stable full of smelly livestock
and acid rock
Electric acid pancake house
Say hello to Electric Steve
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