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Japan Woo! Woo! Big Shiny jet plane in the sky Please drop us off as we fly by We're an American band And everything is rockin' outta control When we hit Japan Hmm... Faxes from the veiwers on TV Karaoke hokey pokey on the screen I dig my toes into the pacific sand And everything is rockin' outta control When we hit Japan When we hit Japan When we hit Japan Got 20 tons of sushi-lovin' fun (yum yum) Get in line, we'll thank you one by one (Arigato!) Please come out to see us when we land And everything is rockin' outta control When we hit Japan (repeat 25 times) Yeah! Hi-ya! Whoo! Hoo hoo, hoo, hoo hoo hoo (repeat until fade out) Kitty (clean version) Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow Meow. Meow. Meow. Meow. Little bag o' bones been out all night. Little bag o' bones been out all night. Can ya hear 'im, scratchin' at the screen door? Can ya hear 'im, scratchin' at the screen door? Little bag o' bones been out all night. He needs some pettin' and lovin' on his head. He needs some pettin' and lovin' on his rain-soaked hide. He's circlin' 'round my ankle. He's circlin' 'round my ankle. He needs some pettin' and lovin' on his hide. Hey kitty, won't ya come inside? Kitty at my fut and I wanna touch it. A Kitty at my fut and I wanna touch it. Kitty at my fut and I wanna touch it. A Kitty at my fut and I wanna touch it. Kitty at my fut and I wanna touch it. A Kitty at my fut and I wanna touch it. A Kitty at my fut and I wanna touch it. Kitty at my fut and I wanna touch it. Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow. Meow. Meow. Meow. Meow. Uh, pussy purrin' and lookin' so satisfied. Uh, pussy purrin' and lookin' so satisfied. Lost in his little yellow round eye. Lost in his little yellow round eye. Pussy purrin' and lookin' so satisfied. Kitty rear up and scratch me through my jeans. Kitty rear up and scratch me through my jeans. **** you kitty, you're gonna spend the night, (meow!) **** you kitty, you're gonna spend the night, (meow!) **** you kitty, you're gonna spend the night OUT-SIDE! Kitty at my fut and I wanna touch it. A Kitty at my fut and I wanna touch it. A Kitty at my fut and I wanna touch it. A Kitty at my fut and I wanna touch it. A Kitty at my fut and I wanna touch it. A Kitty at my fut and I wanna touch it. A Kitty at my fut and I wanna touch it. A Kitty at my fut and I want to touch it. Touch it! I wanna touch it! I wanna touch it! I wanna touch it! Wanna touch it! Wanna touch it! I wanna touch it! Yeah, touch it! Kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, touch it. Kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, touch it. Kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, touch it. Kitty at my fut and I want to touch it! Volcano (4-track) 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 rocks it's in there growin', It's in there flowin'... You don't believe me... that this scenery Could be a cold blooded killer 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... they poop in there pampers When the mountain... become 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 smell is... Mt St Helens Pompeii was yellin'... It's gonna blow... Volcano It's gonna blow... Volcano It's gonna blow... Volcano It's gonna blow... Volcano It's gonna blow... Volcano yeah yeah yeah..alright...lets go Too Much Monkey Business Written by: Chuck Berry Originally performed by: Chuck Berry Runnin' to and fro Hard workin' at the mill Never fail in the mail Here come a rotten bill Too much monkey business Too much monkey business Too much monkey business for me to be involved in Salesman talkin' to me Tryin' to run me up a creek Say "You can buy it Go and try it You can pay me next week" Too much monkey business Too much monkey business Too much monkey business for me to be involved in Blond-haired, good looking Tryin' to get me hooked Want me to marry, buy a home Settle down, write a book Too much monkey business Too much monkey business Too much monkey business for me to be involved in Whoa-oa-a Same thing everyday Gettin' up, goin' to school No need to be complainin' My objections overruled, ah Too much monkey business Too much monkey business Too much monkey business for me to be involved in Na na na na na! Keep rockin'! Pay phone, somethin' wrong Dime gone, will mail I outta sue the operator For tellin' me a tale Too much monkey business Too much monkey business Too much monkey business for me to be involved in Aw, here we go, last time Workin' in the fillin' station, too many tasks Wipe the windows, check the tires Check the oil Dollar gas, ah Too much monkey business Too much monkey business Too much monkey business, I don't want your botheration, get away from me! Video Killed the Radio Star Written by: G. Downes, T. Horn and B. Wooley Originally performed by: The Buggles I heard you on my wireless back in '52 Lying awake intent on tuning in on you If I was young it didn't stop you comin' through Oh, oh They took the credit for your second symphony (doododle-oodle-oodle-oot!) Re-written by machine on new technology And now I understand the supernova scene Oh, oh I met your children Oh, oh What did you tell them? Video killed the radio star Video killed the radio star It's in my mind, and in my car We can't rewind we've gone too far (rock out!) And now we meet in an abandoned studio You hear the playback and it seems so long ago And you remember the jingles used to go Oh, oh You were the first one Oh, oh You were the last one Video killed the radio star Video killed the radio star It's in my mind and in my car We can't rewind we've gone too...FAR! All-right Video killed the radio star Video killed the radio star It's in my mind and in my car We can't rewind we've gone to far Pictures came and broke your heart so put all the blame on VCR You are a radio star You are a radio star Doom doom, da doom doom doom Video killed the radio star Video killed the radio star Video killed the radio star Video killed the radio star (You are) Video killed the radio star (a radio star) Video killed the radio star (You are) Video killed the radio star (a radio star) Video killed the radio...star Lump (4-track version) Lump sat alone in a boggy marsh Totally motionless except for her heart Mud flowed up into Lump's pyjammas She totally confused all the passing piranhas She's Lump, she's Lump She's in my head She's Lump, she's Lump, she's Lump She might be dead Lump lingered last in line for brains, And the ones she got were sorta rotten and insane Sad things so still that birds could land Is Lump fast asleep or rockin' out with the band She's Lump, she's Lump She's in my head She's Lump, she's Lump, she's Lump She might be dead Lump was limp and lonely and needed a shove Lump tripped on her motions and fell over into love Lump slipped on a kiss and tumbled into love Life limped along at subsonic speeds She's Lump, she's Lump She's in my head She's Lump, she's Lump, she's Lump She might be dead Is this Lump out of my head, I think so Is this Lump out of my head, I think so Is this Lump out of my head, I think so Is this Lump out of my head... i think so Stranger (4-track version) You, Lynyrd Skynyrd hat me, little kitty Sat across with a velvet jacket Wild orange hair, and dark, dark eyes I gawked like a 12 year old smitten Carla the stripper, straight from L.A. You seem cool for a naked chick in a booth Let's be pals someday (in other words) Put some clothes on and call me I saw you... it was incredible Slim, relaxed, buyin' wine at the QFC On a snowy Saturday night Black pearls, and I swear you were drinking beer You were the redhead behind the counter there I'm the one who fell out of his chair there You had your dry cleaning and I think you're dreamy I saw you, it was incredible Kick Out The Jams (live) Do you know who the hell we are? Well....In case you don't.... We are The Presidents Of The United States Of America ..take it Go! Alright Yeah Well, I been elected to rock your asses 'til midnight. (midnight) Well, this is my term, and I shaved off my perm, but it's alright. I solemnly swear to uphold the constitution. Got a rock and roll problem? Well, we got a solution. Just let me be who I am. Let me kick out the jams, yeah. Kick out the jams. I done kicked 'em out! yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Is this Toronto? Excellent. It's so Are you 483 our closest friends? Alright! Well, I been selected to orbit the planet in a rocket (in a rocket). I'm goin' to Mars, I got a message for the poodle in your pocket (in your pocket). Well, mission control, callin' Supernova. The hot line's rockin', you can come on over And let us be who we am, And let us kick out the jams, yeah. Kick out the jams. We done kicked 'em out! Whoo... Peaches-Momo No Uta (live) Movin' to the country gonna eat a lot of momo Movin' to the country gonna eat me a lot of momo Movin' to the country gonna eat a lot of momo Movin' to the country gonna eat me a little of momo Momo come from a can they were put there by a man in a factory downtown And If I had my little way I'd eat momo everyday sun soaking bulges in the shade Movin' to the country gonna eat me a lot of momo Movin' to the country gonna eat me some momo Movin' to the country gonna eat a lot of momo Movin' to the country gonna eat me a lot of momo Took a little nap where the roots all twist squished a rotten momo in my fist and dreamed about you, WOMAN! Poke my finger down inside make a little room for an ant to hide Nature's candy in my hand or a can or a pie Momo! Momo! Momo! Millions of peaches Peaches for me Millions of Peaches Peaches for free Millions of momo Momo for me Millions of Momo Momo for free Momo! Mo-mo! Mo-mo! Mo-mo! Mo-mo! Mo-mo! Mo-mo! Mo-mo! Mo-mo! (he's got) Millions of momo momo for me Millions of momo Momo for free Millions of momo Momo for me Millions of momo Momo for free Look out! Twig In The Wind Creepy weepy 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 7 dollars and I'll pump it full of smog You paint a monkey gold, let him loose downtown You'll 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 Thick and thin and alright (humming) heh heh I'm happy feelin' crappy in my nappy little car Squozen frozen duplicated drunk in a bar Tape recorded all distorted genius machine I'm spokesmodel dipped in refried beans And piggies pay full price to put their heads on a stump Dusty busty skeletons who pay at the pump Multinippled rotating D.J. sap I'm shoulder high in crap and my water wings are flat I'm just a Twig in the Wind Twig in the Wind Twig in the Wind Twig in the Wind...mm hmm Thick and I'm thin and alright! Solo time (Twig in the Wind!) Iiiiiiiiii'm Twig in the Wind Twig in the Wind Twig in the Wind A Twig in the Wind A Twig in the Wind A Twig in the Wind Well, alright! Yay! Aw yeah... Tiki God (live) Yeah! I had a girl and she did me wrong I didn't let that kinda shit go on too long I split the clouds and divided the sea Showed that evil girl how nasty the tiki gods could be She didn't call no more or 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, wow, you make me shake, you make me shiver, alright I got a Tiki God...saves me...I got a Tiki God Woah! When 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 three wishes, no no He had a Tiki God...saves him...he had a Tiki God Everybody say: 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! Now you! 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 you're fading fast How long do you think this kind of 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, alright You got your Tiki God...saved you...You got your Tiki God Yeah Yeah Yeah Alright Thank you Oh boy Ca Plane Pour Moi Written By: Yvea Lacombez, Alain Ward, Lou De Pryck Originally performed by: Plastic Bertrand Comment 'allez vous! Une, deux, trios, quatre Wham! Bam! Mon chat "splash" Git sur mon lit A bouffe sa langue En buvant (tronc) mon whiskey Quant a moi Peu dormi, vide, brime J'ai du dormir dans la gouttiere FLASH! Hou! Hou! Hou! Hou! En quatre couleurs Ca Plane Pour Moi Ca Plane Pour Moi Ca Plane Pour Moi Moi Moi Moi Moi Ca Plane Pour Moi Hou! Hou! Hou! Hou! Ca Plane Pour Moi Allez hop! Un matin Une (louloute) est venue chez-moi Poupee de Cellophane Cheveux chinios Un sparadrap Une gueule de bois "You are the king of divan!" Qu'elle me dit en passant Hou! Hou! Hou! Hou! I am the king of the divan Ca Plane Pour Moi Ca Plane Pour Moi Ca Plane Pour Moi Moi Moi Moi Moi Ca Plane Pour Moi Hou! Hou! Hou! Hou! Ca Plane Pour Moi Wham! Bam! Mon chat "splash" Git sur mon lit A bouffe sa langue En buvant (tronc) mon whiskey Quant a moi Peu dormi, vide, brime J'ai du dormir dans la gouttiere FLASH! Hou! Hou! Hou! Hou! En quatre couleurs Ca Plane Pour Moi Ca Plane Pour Moi Ca Plane Pour Moi Moi Moi Moi Moi Ca Plane Pour Moi Hou! Hou! Hou! Hou! Ca Plane Pour Moi Ca Plane Pour Moi Ca Plane Pour Moi Ca Plane Pour Moi Moi Moi Moi Moi Ca Plane Pour Moi Hou! Hou! Hou! Hou! Ca Plane Pour Moi Novocaine Hurricane (Spoken:) Nova...novocaine Tumble forward into insanity I have got the cure 18 miles off of the beaches And it will hit for sure Siren blastin' out the storm warning So loud I feel struck dumb You should be extra careful But I know you're not that numb She freaks out, she leaks out, Hurricane I slide in, inject-in, Novocaine Novocaine Nova! Ramble on & on & on & on And you've got nothin' left to say This will come to a semi-happy ending When I know that you're OK Hurricane Novocaine I will never be the same Will you please calm down Never will I ever be a lover of the weather While the storm comes outta your mouth She freaks out, she leaks out, Hurricane I slide in, inject-in, Novocaine She freaks out, she leaks out, Hurricane I slide in, inject-in, Novocaine Novocaine Nova! |