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Theme From Mutton Buster
01:49
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BaaaBAaBAabbabaabaa
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Porcupine
02:50
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I am lonely but you wouldn’t know it. I try hard not to show it/Do you plan to extend your caring hand? Theres something you must understand.
You can’t touch me it won’t happen That’s the way it always has been/Daddy and mommy didn’t love me Never coddled kissed and hugged me/You may love me but be careful when you touch me cause my hair is full of spines that will stick to you, you’re so fine that I’ll prick you too
Should I shudder when your hand rests on my shoulder don’t be distressed/I’m shaking from years of compression. Earthquake release my repression.
I might hiccup I might cry when I expose my soft underbelly
Retract your claws and seal your jaws and try to take it easy on me
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Oh! Crocodile
02:03
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You’re such a goodly girl living in a worldly world, keeping your long blond hair curled and dimples in your smile
Lickin on a lollipop skippin to the sock hop. Fragile as the tear drop from a Crocodile
Oh Crroccooodille!
Hello’s my belle there, I was thinkin bout her hair and the shiny shoes she wears, and her shining eyes
How would you like an ice cream cone, that’s why I called you on the phone, I waited for the dial tone and then for your reply
How would you like to split a coke and would you like to meet my folks, you wink and whisper okie doke, in a little while
I know you cure my headaches, you make my knobbly knees shake it moves me like an earth quake when you smile.
When yooooouuuu smiiiiiile!
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Patch the Party Dog
01:33
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In the summer time in my native land you can walk to the dock at Loch Boron.
Look out on the lake to see who’s swimming next to me.
He swims like a fish and sleeps like a log, its patch the party dog.
He’s got squirrels to chase and trees to dodge its patch the party dog.
In my native land in the summer time we’re a row of men but at the front of the line
It aint a man or boy. A party pup! Our pride and joy.
He loves belly rubs and leads on walks he’s patch the party dog
And runnin through the forest he’s leapin over logs its patch the party dog!
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Bananas
01:58
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You’re my fav’rite monkey, swingin’ ‘mongst the trees/And its no lie that I would die, to have you pick me/Because you drive me bananas, and I bruise easily/And if you like me you’re likely to bite me but I aint afraid of your teeth/Please don’t leave me lonely and pining to the moon/Hoping that that someone that I want to comes along and plucks me off of my tree soon.
You can claw my skin off and toss it to the breeze/You’ll bite through me then you’ll chew me if I beg pretty please/But please don’t leave me hangin and soakin in the sun/I’ll turn brown and fall to the ground, rotten forgotten and done
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Small
03:23
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Surrounded by the loud long shadow casting crowd. Red room closed eyes waiting for the noise to die.
The scent of summer sun. Cut wet this morning grass. Blinded by glittering leaves shining through dirty glass.
Youre not the one that I dream about and its not your fault if I’m losing my grip. If you’d like to stick around til I find love I’ll be taking my time we’re still young. You’re not the one that I dream about, and I won’t cry if I wake up and find that the morning has come to soon. I’ll be spending this summer in my room
Sleepwalk to the stairwell where theres…Holding breath and floating downstairs, like a moth drawn to the light, stay asleep and slip outside.
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Juice Rag
02:50
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Its summer time for lemon lime. A citrus snack a Clementine. The sun is dangling from a vine. I’m loungin’ in the leaves and waitin to dine.
Sweet nectarines I’m peachy keen. You’re inches from my fingertips in my dreams. If I could break your stem I’d set you free. Drink your juice and spread your seeds
With a toothy grin and sticky skin, sweet tart sun a dribbling. And fruit so fat the branches bend to the ground. I will pretend the sun won’t set and I wont forget. This dream won’t ever end.
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Dino Skin
01:50
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I wish that I had dino skin with spikes and scales attached
So when I fall and scrape my knee it wouldn’t leave a scratch And I would roll round in the mud so I don’t overheat
Having dinosaur skin would be so freakin sweet//I wish that I had dino skin with spikes and scales attached/So when I fall and scrape my knee it wouldn’t leave a scratch/I’d walk around on the rough ground without shoes on my feet.
Having dinosaur skin would be so freakin sweet
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Babyman
01:29
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He was a baby/He had a bowtie/He was so spiffy/He had a sweater and a hat that was so nifty/He has a mustache/but he’s a baby/And he could walk and talk like a walkin talkin man. YES!
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Peskatarian
02:42
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Fish are like plants cause they don’t got brains and its cool to kill em cuz the can’t feel pain. In fact the only feeling that a fish ever feels is the loneliness and longing just to be your meal. Fish just wanna be eaten, and that is a fact. Do a little fish a favor. Savor the delicious flavor of a saltwater or a fresh fish snack.
I wonder why they call it brain food when seafoods got no brains
If I was a fish I’d be chasin hooks, cuz bein that dumb would drive me insane
Eat bones. eat skins. eat tails. eat fins. eat scales. eat whales seals and dolphins. Three fourths of the world is filled with them, so open wide and dive on in.
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Big Baby
01:46
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You leave me blushin like the little boy I know I am. And I get nervous at the thought of holdin your hand
I’ve been nappin way too long. The last few years spend suckin my thumb. Its all my fault I’m dumb dumb dumb. I been tryin too hard to stay young
I know you’ve done a lot more than just holdin hands. And I’m a far cry from a grown man
Theres a reason I hate older guys. Their extra years haven’t made them wise
They aint nice, and they aint clean. I wouldn’t trust anybody over seventeen
Growin up early aint part of my plans. So I’m left cryin like a baby with my head in my hands.
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Ghost
04:14
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“I swear I won’t be ruled by death!” that villain screamed with his last breath
He told his family not to grieve. Went to the devil on his knees.
I’m not scared. I don’t believe that haunts emerge on hallows eve. Its just a kid wrapped in a sheet with black hole eyes and no feet. Its just the wind that’s howlin in the rain. Its that old tree outside that’s tappin on your window pane.
To finish business settle scores he lost his life came back for yours. From a plane we can’t perceive, but to see is to believe.
Running breathless down the hall, a bloody message on the wall. A dark phantom closing fast! And this next breath could be my last!
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Tim Ramskogler
02:43
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nvisible, I am a masked marauder, thriving in your bountiful backyard/You can only listen so hard/I’m so stealthy; you’ve got no chance to spot me/Outside of your home at midnight, in the trashcans clean out of sight.
When the moon is dark and clouded over its daytime/And when the kids all go to bed its playtime/A squeal in the night
My two black eyes flash everywhere/And you can’t tell me you’re not scared.
My dark hands/Painstakingly trained tools will deftly steal your hidden treasures/Shining plunder secret pleasures But don’t be fooled by my adorable appearance/Fuzzy muzzle is hiding sharp knives/Awaiting clearance to steal your life.
What criminal mastermind could have robbed our tinfoil mine?/He even stole our moldy sandwich
Do you think he’s dangerous?
It was I! I cried, from the forest where I hide/My voice echoes everywhere, and you can’t tell me you’re not scared
Terror drips from the tips of your hair, you can’t tell me you’re not scared.
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Shave Kate
02:57
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They have no need to shave their armpits or their legs. I see them wherever I go. And skankin in the pit they love to punch and kick. Particularly at Master Mahan shows.
And these ladies look a mess in makeup and a dress. They got nowhere fancy to go. And they don’t care a bit about their hairy legs or pits. Theyre punchin punks and beatin down on bros.
With ratted hair in dreads, and tattered shreaded threads, and piercings out the nose. They’ll be grillin in the dark, a vegan potluck in the park. WOAAOOAOOAOAOOAH!
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a million tiny goldfish
01:03
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Possum
03:44
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It must take a lot of guts to leave a mess like that out on the street. It must take a lot of guts to cross again after what you’ve seen.
Maybe that’s why you’re lying down. Maybe that’s why you’re always lying down. Playing possum in the streetlight on the ground.
Despised creature of the night has more to fear than cars. Our humble hero leaves his hovel every evening though he’s scared of the dark and the stars.
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Walrus
03:03
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Walrus you’re so fat and fine. You’re layin all day in the sunshine. You wander to the water cuz the world is getting hotter and your mustache tastes like brine. It’s a good life by the salty pool. The sun is warm and the water’s cool. Your tusks are sharp and your belly’s full. You must admit life’s pretty cool.
Sure there are some cloudy days that leave you feelin like nothing more than a smudge of gray. But you’re a thousand pounds jiggling on the ground! A half a ton, healthy and tan, the world’s your oyster! Life’s your tasty clam!
Walrus won’t you quit your cryin. Stop starin at your shadow and see the sunshine. the sun the ocean and the moon, and everybody else is smiling at you. And if your heart is broke, everything’s okie doke. Give it time. it’ll heal all wounds. And please remember life’s a dream come true.
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Summerization
02:36
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theres a baby bunny in a barrow, sweetly singin little sparrow
Butterflies and strawberries and fumbling bumbling bumblebees/Dogs and cats can fight tomorrow, today the sunshine has calmed their quarrel/Cuddlin in the dandelions, to summarize, Divine
The babyman is a bustling bundle of joy just jiving in the jungle/Let’s boogie on the beach let’s go insane, let’s go outside and get some grass stains
Floatin in the boogie breeze, keepin time with dancing trees
Floatin downstream happy go lucky, take a dive with a downy ducky
These sorbet days could last forever if the sun decides we deserve this weather/Glazing glassy lazy dew drops, we’ll all scream nonsense, from the tree tops aaaahhhhps!
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19. |
Counting Sheep
03:26
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