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Slap
03:56
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yeee haaa! round and round and round we go, where we stop nobody knows, yee ha! grab your partner do-si-do, smack that bitch and slap that ho, yee ha! i dont know but its been said that country girls like givin head, yee ha! i don't know but i've ben told that eskimo pussy is mighty cold, yee ha! left right left right... round and round and round we go, make her toes touch her nose, yee ha! tie him up for just a bit, drip candle wax now crack that whip, yee ha! i don't know but its been said that west side girls like givin head, yee ha! i don't know but i've been told that east side pussy is mighty cold, yee ha! left right left right... grab your partner do-si-do, smack that bitch and slap that ho, yee ha! one foot in the grave one fist in the air, now hump that hog like you don't care, yee ha! bend her back for just a sec and twist her round, now break her neck, yee ha!
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Your Face Says It All
04:45
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sittin on the front porch, waitin for my friends to call. you pull into the driveway and your face already says it all. i know you had a long day but come on baby have a heart… because your face says it all but especially the mouth part. sittin on the sofa and surfin on the mote control. you bust in through the front door screamin through your glory hole. ask me how my day went and i’ll give it to you, that’s a start. but your face still says it all, especially the mouth part. slippin into bed and i kindly offer up a back rub. cradle up all spoonlike, baby wants to rub-a-dub. she turns the cold shoulder and it’s over right before it starts… but your face says it all, especially the mouth part.
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Lollipop
03:05
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come here, you bint with the hole, i wanna dip my finger in your sugar bowl! don’t you wait for the honeyguide, my candy bar’s got love inside. be sweet to me, girl, and maybe i’ll let you be my jelly baby! the party’s rockin’ and it gets so hot, yeah! take time to savour it right, you can lick or suck, but you can’t bite. the girl is suckin’ all my lollipop, yeah! don’t rush we got the whole night, lick or suck but, please, don’t bite! and now if you got guts, try this white chocolate stick with nuts. take off your underwear, i’ll eat you like a gummy bear… got an idea you could entertain so come and grab my candy cane! they keep on askin’ but we don’t stop, yeah! take time to savour it right, you can lick or suck, but you can’t bite. and keep on rockin’ til we hit the spot, yeah! don’t rush, we got the whole night, lick or suck but please don’t bite! got rock candy straight down south, suck it till it melts in your mouth. i know this might seem shocking but i got a big surprise in my stocking. you go girl gorge out on that, ‘cos my sweets won’t make you fat! the party’s rockin’ and it gets so hot, yeah! take your time to savour it right, you can lick or suck, but you can’t bite. the girl is suckin’ all my lollipop, yeah! baby don’t rush, we got the whole night, lick or suck but please don’t bite! they keep on askin’ but we don’t stop and keep on rockin’ til we hit the spot. the girl is suckin’ all my lollipop, yeah!
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Mandy the Disco Cowboy
03:09
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monday through friday i swing that hammer, it'll make you harder than an alabama slammer. in my pick-up truck with my cowboy hat i drink my whisky two seconds flat. i walk tall and i walk quick and i walk soft with a big ol' stick. a little bit of leather always does the trick and my horse named willy got a big ol'… hey! everybody everybody… disco cowboy, hey! but tonight i’m mandy the disco cowboy. my daddy said “son, i musta been cursed cuz your momma locked my balls up in her purse and now i aint seen 'em since seventy four but it really doesn't matter when i hit the dance floor.” nothin can compare to a saturday night, with my cowboy boots and those disco lights. people keepa tellin me “your makin me sick, with that sequence dress and that big ol'… hey!” everybody everybody… disco cowboy, hey! just call me mandy the disco cowboy. everybody disco!
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Death to the Working Man
04:15
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you shuffle through the bullshit and get your ass outta bed, the drink will stop the ringin going off in your head. your trippin over empties, give the boy a good smack, i said the wifey just ignores ya, ya say your not coming back. your late for work again so punch a hole in door, your life and how you live it sprawled all over the floor. your mixin coffee whiskey as you jump in the truck and then you blow through all the red lights cuz you don’t give a fuck! death to the workin man. twist. shout. twist. shout. you swing that fuckin hammer and imagine her head. the anger keeps on rising on the words that she said. she didn’t contradict you said you’d be better off dead, and now it’s gettin close to quittin time, already see red. the engines overheating as you head to the bar, there’s easy money at the pool table lookin to spar. suicidal waitress starts makin her pass, she gladly shows her titties so you start grabbin her ass! death to the workin man. twist. shout. twist. shout. collapsing into bed ya know she don’t say a word, she only gets hit harder for the rumors she heard. protecting little junior, ya know she does what she can. the dirt beneath her fingernails is the death to the working man.
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Indian Casino
03:28
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smoke on the horizon, the cheatin and the lies again. alone lived the indian, peaceful as one nation. in fourteen ninety-two columbus sailed the ocean blue. landing upon a great nation, called it “white man manifestation”.
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Whisky Dick
03:58
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wake up in the morning and i can’t believe i did it again, its way past midnight, drunken dialer and i call all of my friends. what did i drink i can’t remember but i’m feelin the bends. i doubled over, hug the toilet, i promise never again! pick it up pick it up, don't pick it up! waitin till the morning time to return to the scene of the crime, doubletrouble whiskey and wine, guess i’m drinkin til i’m blind. once i find the car keys and i head-off down straight to the bar, i take it easy with one eye open don’t like crashin the car. she goes down and i pull over, think i’m gonna be sick. the party’s rockin i was talkin with my whiskey dick. get it up get it up, can't get it up! waitin till the evening time to return to the scene of the crime, double trouble whiskey and wine, guess i’m drinkin til i’m blind. wake up in the morning and i guess i pissed off all of my friends, quit your bitchin only stitches now i’ll make my amends. i know your sorry but i think you got a head like a brick, party’s poppin, bottom droppin, here’s the whisky dick. fuck it up fuck it up, just fuck him up! waitin till the end of time to return to the scene of the crime, doubletrouble whiskey and wine, guess i’m drinkin til i’m blind!
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Surfin' Myface
03:16
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i log into messenger, and you’re not online. kinda weird, it never happened, but i don’t mind. check my email account and see that I’ve got new mail. sender’s you and “we need to talk” is all that you’re saying. i start getting pretty nervous, open up my blog, change my status and call off playing flash frog. i’m like wtf is going on? suddenly i feel a little bit withdrawn! hey!, you took me by surprise, i don’t know what to say… i’m no longer a top friend on your myspace page! i really can’t explain, how do you contemplate picking your top friends on your myspace page. i’m in a relationship, though i never mingle… but your facebook status has been switched to single! things like this should never happen, i feel like a boob, watch your “2 girls 1 cup reaction” on youtube: now i realize how ice cold you are in fact, i find out that you’ve blocked my contact since you’ve found porn hidden in my shared files… why yourself, emule, had to expose my lies? hey! you took me by surprise, i don’t know what to say… i’m no longer a top friend on your myspace page! i really can’t explain, how do you contemplate picking your top friends on your myspace page. hey hey hey!
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ZZ Funk
03:15
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i’m playin’ my music loud, but i’m not a coatto, leave my car and walk? iih! chesseimatto? i’d rather double park when you’re distratto, like caesar said, “il dato è tratto”! feelin’ handsome i rock san lorenzo, i know history but i’m hands-on, ever trustin’ trastevere but i always get stuck on lungotevere. and when in rome y’all, do as the romans do! with a romanella you feel splendido, though we’re in ariccia and suckers hold the do’. i know you got fine wine in marino but i’ll never be mocked by a burino. ostia beach when the weather gets hotta: rock my cock out in capocotta! got an idea that is a svolta: gettin blown among the dunes by some mignotta. and when in rome y’all, do as the romans do! we got the anarchico style italiano… we got the rhythm of funk romano… when the varco is non attivo, there’s no place where io non arrivo… faffing around to master cazzeggio, ogni spiazzo per me è un parcheggio! was there a divieto that i did not see? well, ormai i did it, so ‘sti cazzi… let’s get down and rock the party, the only rule is to show up tardi! and when in rome y’all, do as the romans do! don’t be mad if you date a pariolina and she gets expensive givin’ up the vagina. i got rhymes da qui a domattina, i’ll go on: it ain’t no misdemeanor. this is the sound from la capitale, if we take the piss don’t rosicare: you cannot be anymore touchy, li mortacci, be a sport and stacce! and when in rome y’all, do as the romans do! we got the anarchico style italiano… we got the rhythm of funk romano!
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Inbred Knucklehead Roma, Italy
Like a mother and father who are actually brother and sister, but somehow their children turn out alright, IKH's heavy fusion of Rock/Punk/Ska/Surf/Metal/Funk/Reggae/Disco translates into a contagious vibe that sweeps the audience off its ass and onto its feet with groovy rhythms and explosive . All served with crazy on-stage antics, weird faces and all around good humor attitude. ... more
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