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Instrumental
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No Patio
02:51
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There's big things in the backyard
And I ain't buyin' no patio
The grasses need cleaning
The castor weed beaning
Back at the sun
I never worked so hard
At tellin' myself not to go
And have some fun
There's big things in the backyard
At night I hear 'em movin' around
The windows need locking
The shadows feed knocking
Flat on the door
I never looked so hard
To see if they're only
Plants in the ground
And nothing more
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3. |
Acid Reign A-Go-Go
04:35
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Mostly Instrumental, then...
You’re attention please!
This is the L.A.P.D.
You are in violation of curfew
Clear the streets NOW!
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Ladle
03:02
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I beat my woman with a ladle
I do it when she wants or when I'm able.
Well she's doing this thing with wet Cremola
While reading me the works of Proust and Emile Zola
I play it smart, I ain't no fool--
I go to the kitchen and get me that tool.
I beat my woman with a ladle
I do it when she wants or when I'm able.
Well I'm writing this song about the Jack Cheese express
When she's comes in wearing a neoprene dress
I pick up the ladle and put down the pencil
Where would I be without that utensil?
I beat my woman--etc.
Now she's lying on the skin of a cock-a-poo pup
And the contrast of textures is enough to get me up
I don't mind if it's Sunday afternoon--
I just go and get me that spoon... (goes into "Spoonful" riff)
I beat my woman--etc.
Well I dream that I'm floating on a barque down the Nile
She slinks on board with that crocodile smile--
She bites my neck--it's nearly fatal
I wake up up screaming "Bring me my ladle!"
I beat my woman, with a ladle
I do it when she wants or when I'm able
(repeat and fade)
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Instrumental
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6. |
Clubfoot Boy
04:31
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Always, used to stumble, with a hammer for a foot
Uneven pant legs, slappin’ against the storm drain
Hyenas circled touching his shopping bag.
HIS SHOPPING BAG!
Got no tag, no break. Step and scrape. Step and scrape. Echoed
When his deformed foot became too much to look at his parents consulted various physicians.
They recommended a series of extremely painful operations. His father was outraged. Expense, expense! His mother began
crying. He crept away without his special shoes.
Star, sky, cold breath, hiding. Back to the doctor’s house. Back to the doctor’s house.
I wanna play. I want to play. Make the knife work. A good little boy. I want to play. I want to play.
Your foot is mine!
Here comes the little clubfoot boy
He’s lost his special shoes
We love to see him roll
And sing the clubfoot blues
And sing the clubfoot blues
And sing the clubfoot blues!
Instrumental Interlude
You are still falling down
They keep on laughing
He did not fix your foot
Now you must kill him
Star, studded, kind friend hiding. Back to the doctor’s house. Back to the doctor’s house.
I will play. I can play. I will make the knife work. I am a good little boy. I want to play now. I want to play.
My foot is yours.
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7. |
Ace Of Clubs
06:05
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He's one cool cat that knows his game
He gets around although he's lame
Romantic poet and private dick
He's oh so handsome and oh so slick
The ace of clubs
The ace of clubs
His partner Shelley sticks just like soot
They walk a beat with a dragging foot
Adored by chicks and teenaged boys
He makes the scene with that be-bop noise
The ace of clubs
The ace of clubs
Foe-men run! He's on your trail
He'll hunt you down 'til you're in gaol
There's no escape from this hip P.I.
For a gimpy bard, he's a swingin' guy
The ace of clubs
The ace of clubs
The ace-----of------clubs!
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Clubfoot Blues
02:50
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Here comes the little clubfoot
He's lost his special shoes
We love to see him roll
And sing the clubfoot blues
Oh mama oh mama
Come get your clubfoot boy
Oh mama oh mama
Come bring my special shoes
I'm all alone with these mean ol' clubfoot blues
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Instrumental
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10. |
The Flat Upstairs
02:54
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What's going on in the flat upstairs?
The stamping feet, the scraping chairs?
Non-stop racket since I first moved in
Three weeks straight of that constant din
I'd ask the super to intervene
But he's not been seen since Halloween
I've gone upstairs to knock and knock
But the lights are out and the door is (always) locked
I wish someone would pick up that phone
It's been ringing all night like there's nobody home
I wish somebody could tell me please
Why they're moving that piano while they're pounding the keys?
What's going on in the flat upstairs?
My neck's back's covered in standing hairs!
The ceiling's plaster's falling just like rain
Without some sleep I'll just go insane...
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11. |
Teenage Drag Queen
03:01
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Look at her walkin' down the street
The kind of girl you'd die to meet:
Platinum hair
Ruby lips
Just watch the way she moves those hips!
See what i mean--
Just seventeen
She's my teenage drag queen
The wolves all whistle when she walks by;
They've got no clue that she's a guy
She's so hot--
She's so cool
She knows how to make all the other cats drool.
See what i mean--
Just seventeen!
She's my teenage drag queen
This baby does just what she feels;
She's hell on wheels on 6 inch heels
She's so tough--
She's so fine
This female's trouble and so divine
Just seventeen
If you know what i mean
She's my teenage drag queen
Teen, teen, teen drag queen
Teen, teen, teen drag queen
Etc. - She's, my teenage, drag queen
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12. |
Fuzzy Dice
02:43
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I was standin' on the corner of 11th. & G
When a 57 Studebaker pulled right next to me
A voice said "honey, hop right in, let's go for a ride"
Then the door opened up, and I was pulled inside
She wore a lavender wig hat, and leopard skin capris
A black & yellow halter top like 2 big bumblebees
Skull & crossbone earrings and an alligator vest
And "death before dishonor" was tattooed on her chest
She laughed and she handed me some Muscatel
As we cruised on down the blvd. She gave a Tarzan yell
She put her arms around me as I took another sip
Then she pulled even closer and she tightened up her grip
(and said)
"Honey, roll my fuzzy dice--
Won't you treat your baby nice?
Sugar roll my fuzzy dice!"
I looked at the dashboard for the dice but instead
There was nothing but a hula doll and rubber shrunken head
I thought that maybe she'd been playing me for a sap
When I saw the fuzzy dice just lying in her lap
I don't know what came over me I think my mind was lost
Maybe it was wine combined with fumes from car exhaust
I threw so many naturals that she began to shout
But when I saw those snake-eyes, I knew that I'd crapped out
I woke up in an alleyway between two vacant lots
And everywhere I looked, I still was seein' spots
I couldn't find my wallet--I couldn't find my pants
I guess that's what you get for playin' games of chance
(Spoken:)
Some dice are made of plastic
And some are made of bone
But boy you'd better leave those
Fuzzy dice alone mmm...hmmm...hmmm
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Instrumental
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14. |
Bellman
03:18
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They call me the bellman
I come from Antares IV
I got a great big clapper
And I’m ringing at your backdoor
Let me inside, no place to hide… from the bellman
My head is made of silver
It’s shinier than a brand new dime
The women all start to quiver
The minute I start to chime
Let me inside, no place to hide… from the bellman
Ha, ha
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15. |
Crazy Pie
03:08
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That's my girlfriend over there--
The shapely one with auburn hair
You think that I'm a lucky guy?
Well, I'm not--I'll tell you why:
She could make an angel cry;
She's as sweet as crazy pie.
Crazy pie
Crazy pie
Why oh why
This crazy pie?
Crazy pie
Crazy pie
My oh my
My crazy pie!
Like a crust that's golden brown
But all the filling's upside down
There's apple cores and cherry pits
Lemon peels and chocolate bits
Candy corn and hominy grits
It's all mixed up-nothing fits!
Pies exist for every wish
Cold meringue and hot deep-dish
Some choose apple some pick cherry
Mince or quince or boysenberry
Which kind will you get to marry?
They're all crazy--they're all hairy
Crazy pie, crazy pie
Why oh why
This crazy pie?
Crazy pie, crazy pie
My oh my
My crazy pie
Crazy pie
Crazy pie
Crazy pie
(Fade…)
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16. |
No Song
02:59
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Ha ha ha ha - ha ha ha ha
Huh huh huh huh huh huh - huh huh huh huh huh huh
Huh huh huh huh huh huh - huh huh huh huh huh huh
Ha ha ha ha
This nose got the biggest tongue of 52 people
When she slicks she makes me feeble, she likes steeples.
That puck over there likes walking, talking dirty, about thirty.
When he sits, something fits. That nose
Ha ha ha ha
Huh huh huh huh huh huh - huh huh huh huh huh huh
Ha ha ha ha
Huh huh huh huh huh huh - huh huh huh huh huh huh - huh huh huh huh huh huh
All of the time the all time taste bud
All of the time the fish taste tongue
This must not to be crawling up and down my spine makes me feel like
Put your feet back on the ground. What is wrong with you? What is wrong with you? Don’t you know? You can’t be like them.
You can’t be like them? You have to make up your mind. You have to think. You got the smoke in your eyes Can’t you looking
for an answer. You don’t say wrong. You can’t be like them. Can’t be right, you’re not wrong. You can’t be like them. Don’t
you know? Don’t you know?
Huh huh huh huh huh huh - huh huh huh huh huh huh
Huh huh huh huh huh huh - huh huh huh huh huh huh
Ha ha ha ha
That nose has lost his medicine
He must have left it outside
His room smells like a hotel
It’s hard to talk
His thumb has found his tongue
Huh huh huh huh huh huh - huh huh huh huh huh huh
Huh huh huh huh huh huh - huh huh huh huh huh huh
Huh huh huh huh huh huh - huh huh huh huh huh huh
Huh huh huh huh huh huh - huh huh huh huh huh huh
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17. |
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Mostly instrumental, then...
Oh man, what did I eat last night?
I just had the worst nightmare ever. Uuuhh!
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Several Mouth Parts California
This South Bay / LA area group started in 1971 as the Buddytones. Noted for its odd music and bizarre stage antics, its greatest achievement was causing a 2000 person stampede at the Fox Long Beach Theater in 1972 during “The Penis Song”. They continued performing until 1975, and after a 30 year break started recording again. Now, musically perhaps a bit more polished, enjoy SMP at its finest! ... more
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