Truffles
Sunshine
Teenage DUrtbag
A Little Repect
Humpem' n' Dumpem'
Leroy
Hey Mr. Brown
Love is a Mutt from Hell
Punk Assed Bitch
Wannabe Gangster
Pretty Girl
Never Write a Song
Drummer Boy
Song I Wrote When You Dissed Me
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 ass 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.
Chorus
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.
Chorus
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.
Chorus
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.
Chorus
Cause I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby. Yeah I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby.
Listen to Iron Maiden baby with me. Ooohoo Hoo Hooooooo
Her boyfriend's a dick; He brings a ... to school and he'd simply kick my ass if
he knew the truth; He lives on my block; He drives and I rock; But he doesn't
know who I am and he doesn't give a damn about me.
Chorus
Oh yeah, Dirtbag; No, she doesn't know what she's missing.
Oh yeah, Dirtbag; No, she doesn't know what she's missing.
Man I feel like mold; It's prom night and I am lonely; Lo and behold, she's
walking 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 . . .
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 . . . Ooohoo Hoo Hooooooo
Oh yeah, Dirtbag; No, she doesn't know what she's missing.
Oh yeah, Dirtbag; No, she doesn't know what she's missing.
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
ASS 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
Pretty Girl
She's a pretty girl; She doesn't know it's over; She dosen't know that my plane
leaves tomorrow; She's ringing in my ear; She redefines the night call; Hang up
the phone again turn off the ringer;
Chorus
Heaven only knows what she wants from me; But I won't wait around enough to see;
Cuz I'm running away
from your arms tonight; And she won't let me go without a fight; I can honestly
say right now; You don't understand me; You don't understand me;
So we fight again; And
the night turns into sunrise; I know getting up for work will be a hell hole;
She's like the mission man; She's screaming about Jesus; Well maybe when I'm def
then she can save me.
Chorus
Now she wants to know
If I ever really loved her. If I ever meant that shit about a wedding. I said
that monthes ago, I can't believe that she remembers, And now the secrets out
that i'm a jackass This should be right You don't understand me You don't
understand me
Never
Write A Song
I don't get to
see you that often; Here we go again and its Christmas time; When u flirt you
are relentless... how i love to be defenseless; Oh once again u corner me...
once again i do believe
That i'd never write a
song about you; All the same u play your game till your boyfriend looks over; Oh
I'd never write a song about you; Goes to show you think he knows, that your
taking me over again
Roll it back again to
the beginning; You're all up in my grill and its Halloween; You think your cute
without your custome; And you caught me in the front room; You said you don't
like my attitude; I bet your boyfriend thinks it's rude
(Chorus)
Instrumental break
down
You don't seem to like
my new girlfriend; Cause now it's not the same cause you won't play your game;
You say it doesn't matter... that your hold on me is shattered; Once again your
corner me... once again i do believe
I'd never write (never
write) a song about you (4x)
Chorus
Drummer
Boy
Hey
fairweather friend; You know you're rippin me down again; And i dont care what
you say; I can tell when we play; That you don't believe in me; So this is how
it'll end; Like it was all just a waste of time; Now i got no where to go; I
think ill call up my bro; I do believe he can save my hide; I've had enough of
your alibis
Chorus
Hey drummer boy; Do you remember the beat; That we played in the street; In the
faded summer time; Hey keep me hanging on; Now i got no where to go; I think ill
call up my bro; I do believe he can save my hide; What you think fairweather
friend?
Hey mystery man; Aint
you the guy with the master plan; Ill watch you sit on that fence; Just like
your fuckin' parents; They never did like me anyway; And no i wont be your ass;
While you go look for some greener grass; No i cant be the fool; Who watch you
push in your stool; And stick around just in case you fell; Go find some other
bitch to nail
Chorus
Song I
Wrote When You Dissed Me
Hey There Mr.
Marlboro Man; What you gonna do; when there's nobody left; but yer smoke choking
self to abuse;
Hey There Mr. C.E.O.
Man; who you gonna be; When yer daughter and me; hop the first cheap flight to
Figi ; or Pari;
There you go telling
me how I feel again; There you go telling me what you need again; There you go
again telling me how to be again; Just like you, Ain't it true;
Just like that nasty
King Kong; Cock strong and half a block long; There weren't nothin as strong; As
the song that I wrote when you dissed me;
Hey There Mr.
Fraternaty Boy; whatcha gonna say; When its time to admit; to yer family 'n'
shit; That yer gay, anyway;
Hey There, Mr.
Head-in-the-clouds; Look what I found; On the tape of the rape; and you ask how
I found; How profound, pass around;
Chorus And everythings
alright ; Leave it alone tonight; Everythings ok; Just tell yer Mom yer gay;
