Truffles
Sunshine
Teenage Dirtbag
A Little Respect
Humpem' n' Dumpem' | Leroy
Hey Mr. Brown
Love is a Mutt from Hell
Punk Ass Bitch
Wannabe Gangstar |
| » Truffles « |
| You, you think yer such a bad ass; You think yer such a rough
neck; Well I saw you outside eating truffles with yer mom on the
patio; I think it's really sad though; and tell yer girl ta quit
buggin' me; 'Cause I saw her outside suckin' dick in the bathroom
of the bus of the Iron Maiden cover band;
Chorus
When your pencil neck breaks, when your bird chest caves in . . .
I'm gonna win
When your pencil neck breaks, when your bird chest caves in . . .
I'm gonna win
Me, I'm just another gringo, a bitter jalepeno; But I gets more
montequilla in a week than your bitch ass gets in a lifetime;
You're steppin' on a land mine; Your gonna shoot yer eye out; I'm
thinkin' what in the Sam Ham Hill is goin' on wit yer moms in the
clogs and the skirt, Wouldn't fuck'er for my country with a flag
on her face and a stolen dick.
Chorus
You, you think yer still a bad ass, You think your still a rough
neck; Well let's take this outside |
| » Sunshine « |
When I look at your face I see dirt;
All the sunshine you blow up my a** starts to hurt;
And I don't really mind if I'm nothin' in your eyes;
It's no surprise to me;
There's a rocket I built;
It's under my kilt;
It's coming to blow you away.
I was a jerk;
I did the work for somebody else's dream;
I took the chance;
I lost my pants;
In somebody else's dream tonight.
Now you're calling me up to get paid;
And if you don't get paid then you'll never get laid;
But I really don't have any money;
I say goodbye; And you'll have to depend on your size;
There's a rocket I built;
It's under my kilt;
It's coming to blow you away.
I was a jerk;
I did the work for somebody else's dream;
I took the chance;
I lost my pants;
In somebody else's dream tonight.
Now I think that I'm going to bed,
As the image of you and yer crap leaves my head;
Cause it's t-minus 20 tomorrow, rocket flies;
And it doesn't depend on the size;
There's a rocket I built;
It's under my kilt;
It's coming to blow you away.
I was a jerk;
I did the work for somebody else's dream;
I took the chance;
I lost my pants;
In somebody else's dream tonight. |
| » Teenage Dirtbag « |
Her name is Noel
I have a dream about her
She rings my bell
I got gym class in half an hour
Oh how she rocks
In Keds and tube socks
But she doesn't know who I am
And she doesn't give a damn about me
Cuz I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby
Yeah, I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby
Listen to Iron Maiden, baby, with me, ooh
Her boyfriend's a di**
He brings a gun to school
He'd simply kick
My a** if he knew the truth
He lives on my block
And he drives an IROC
But he doesn't know who I am
And he doesn't give a damn about me
Cuz I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby
Yeah, I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby
Listen to Iron Maiden, baby, with me, ooh
Ooh yeah, dirtbag
No she doesn't know what she's missin'
Ooh yeah, dirtbag
No she doesn't know what she's missin'
Man I feel like mold
It's prom night and I am lonely
Lo and behold
She's walkin' over to me
This must be fake
My lip starts to shake
How does she know who I am?
And why does she give a damn about me?
I've got two tickets to Iron Maiden, baby
Come with me Friday, don't say maybe
I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby, like you, ooh
Ooh yeah, dirtbag
No she doesn't know what she's missin'
Ooh yeah, dirtbag
No she doesn't know what she's missin', yeah |
| » A Little Respect « |
I tried to discover a little something to make me sweeter
Oh baby refrain from breaking my heart
I'm so in love with you
I'll be forever blue
That you give me no reason, you know you're making me work so hard
That you give me no . . . Soul
I hear you calling
Oh baby please give a little respect to me.
And if I should falter, would you open your arms out to me?
We can make love not war, and live in peace with our hearts
I'm so in love with you, I'll be forever blue
What religion or reason could drive a man to forsake his lover?
Don't you tell me no. . . Soul.
I hear you calling
Oh baby please, give a little respect to me.
I'm so in love with you
I'll be forever blue
That you give me no reason
You know you're making me work so hard
That you give me no. Soul.
I hear you calling.
Oh baby, please give a little respect to me.
Oh baby, please give a little respect to me. |
| » Humpem' n' Dumpem' « |
Cough up the rent Mr. Kent
And don't try to blame it on the government
Your wife is a clown she's in town, she gets with some other guy
Are you gonna finish your fat?
Cause I'd like to give it to my kitty cat
The big fat look is coming back.
You skinny people are screwed.
And I know you're right
Yeah I know it's time.
Chorus
Here we go again another humpem dumpem situation
Here we go again another humpem dumpem situation
Here we go again, here we go again
Now I know what you're like and I don't think I like it.
The newspaper says to get bent; Man I'd like to say that to the President
He got the L. in the House, I guess he already did
She looks like she finished here fat
She then turned around and ate my kitty cat
She coughed up a hair ball or two and laughed her way to the bank
And I know it's right
Yeah, I know it's time.
Chorus
Here we go again. |
| » Leroy « |
He's got the dirtiest shoes that I ever seen
Chew on a blunt wipe his butt with a magazine
Smokin' his crack wash it down with gasoline
Still he push the button, E.F. Hutton when he speaks to me
Oh you know he told me "Shake it, don't break it
It took too damn long to make it"
Chorus
Leroy is my mojo man
Leroy is my mojo man
He come he take me by the hand
Cause Leroy is my mojo man tonight . . . alright!
He's just a pimp with a limp and some vaseline
He told me to "Look, over there!" and stole my nectarine
Said, "Don't turn your back on me black, I'm a sex machine"
Still he push the button E.F. Hutton when he speaks to me
Oh you know he told me, "Shake it, don't break it; It took too damn long to make"
Chorus
Oh you know he told me, "Shake it, don't break it, it took too damn long to make it" |
| » Hey Mr. Brown « |
| Man I think it's just a little sleazy; You said you was like
butter but you're cheesy; To treat me like I'm spinner bait you
can't wait; go fish off some other dock.
Chorus
Hey, Mr. Brown, don't have a cow.
Just compensate me!
Hey, Mr. Brown, don't have a cow.
Just compensate me!
Hey, Mr. Brown, don't have a cow.
Just compensate me! You're gonna have to prove it to me.
If I don't call you back your head spins; If I told you what I
think you'd shit your linens; "It's just another interview,
nothing new" But they don't even know my name.
Chorus |
| » Love is a Mutt from Hell « |
| This is a story about a friend of mine; He is abnormally
intelligent; He could bust a phatty rhyme, even when he got up in
the blunt; But that all changed when the girl who he lives with
came to town, He let here take him away from me so I had to ask
him how; That's when he said, "She takes advantage of me!
She takes advantage of me! "She takes advantage of me! She
takes advantage of me! She even knows when I pee! I think
eventually she'll make a meal out of me."
Chorus
Because her love is a mutt from hell that I can't live without;
"Your love is a mutt from hell that I can't live without;
One of these days I swear I'm gonna get out; 'Til then your love
is a mutt from hell that I can't live without.
That's why I'm talking to you now.
Sarah lives with Bradley now, I guess that is how she wants her
shit; He needed a place to stay, so it's of mutual benefit; I
stopped by on my way to Pomona yesterday; She sat down and
spilled her guts to me; That's when I thought she would tell me
she's gay; Instead she said, "He takes advantage of me! He
takes advantage of me! He takes advantage of me! He takes
advantage of me! He even knows when I pee! I think eventually
he'll make a meal out of me."
Chorus
That's why I'm talking to you now;
Talking to; That's why I'm talking to, That's why I'm talking to.
Talking to; That's why I'm talking to, That's why I'm talking,
talking, talking to you NOW!
Because, your love is a mutt from hell that I can't live without. |
| » Punk Assed Bitch « |
| She wriggles and she wraggles, she jiggles and she jaggles, you
stand and watch her pass by, your line of vision ass-eye, you
think that cause she smiles, that you turn all her dials, but you
don't see them later, while in the elevator, you nag her and you
swagger, you think you're gonna shag her, a man about the town-a,
get funky, let's get down-a, machismo and machasma, it turns into
miamsa, but you have got no class, no style, no social skills, no
comprehension
Chorus
I can't deal with this idiot, yeah I must admit that he's a punk
ass bitch
You open up your mouth-a, amazed at what comes out-a Its just a
testimony, that you're full of bologna, that you're a stupid shit-ass,
a meathead, guido, pass-gas, that you have got no class, no
style, no social skills, no comprehension
Repeat Chorus 2X
You know you want to spangle, but you can't seem to angle, one
gives you attitude-a, your reason to be rude-a, you think that
cause she smiles, that you turn all her dials, but you don't see
them later, while in the elevator, you nag her and you swagger,
you think you're gonna shag her, a man about the town-a, get
funky, let's get down-a, machismo and machasma, it turns into
miamsa, you have got no class, no style, no social skills, no
comprehension You open up your mouth-a, amazed at what comes out-a
It's just a testimony, that you're full of bologna, that you're a
stupid shit-ass, a meathead, guido, pass gas, but you have got no
class, no style, no social skills, no comprehension
Repeat Chorus 2x |
| » Wannabe Gangstar « |
| I am a wannabe; You better be careful around me; I come from far
away, where mustang dreams are made; and we are fashioned in the
image of the Don's who have come before us; we all kiss the rings
of sand like our fathers told us.
Chorus
'Cause I'm a wannabe gangstar, better go back to Commack; I'm a
wannabe gangstar, better go back to Commack; I'm a wannabe
gangstar, better go back to Commack, better go back to far away.
Like a lemon pie a la mode, my nine is easy to load; all hail
Jericho; Turnpike Teck, that's where I go to learn the things
about the universe I'll need so I can build a stamped, 'cause I'm
all up in your face again, I'm all up in your face.
Chorus
A wannabe gangstar, a victim of the chromosome prankster, I
thanks ya, I sits back in my chair to contemplate my hair; OOH
DAMN, I reak of cologne, but yo I'm lookin' snappy, I'm nappy,
I'm crappy, got jimmy hats from pappy, so now I'm trigger happy,
Girl did he just rhyme 'crappy' with 'happy'? Yeah, so you
girlies wanna get wit this nit wit, got Cheese Whiz or not? Then
I'm a hafta blow up ya mail box BIATCH! Or toilet paper ya front
yard, show the cops my Suburbs Card, they gotta let me go cause
they know that I'm hard, it's the deal it's for real, ya betta
listen to what I'm tellin' ya . . . 'Cause I'm a wannabe gangstar.
Chorus |
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