@ARTIST: The presidents of the USA @ALBUM: The presidents of the USA @SONG: Kitty 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 you hear him, scratchin' at the screen door? Can you hear him, 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 foot and I wanna touch it (x7) Kitty at my foot and I want to touch it Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow Meow, meow, meow, meow Pussy purrin' and lookin' so satisfied Pussy purrin' and lookin' so satisfied Lost in his little yellow round eyes Lost in his little yellow round eyes Pussy purrin' and lookin' so satisfied Kitty ran up and scratched me through my jeans Kitty ran up and scratched me through my jeans Fuck you kitty, you're gonna spend the night(x3) Outside! Kitty at my foot and I wanna touch it(x7) Kitty at my foot and I want to touch it Touch it, wanna touch it Wanna touch it, wanna touch it Wanna touch it, wanna touch it I wanna touch it Kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty touch it (x3) Kitty at my foot and I want to touch it @SONG: Feather pluckin' But that's totally But that's totally Billions of birdies squawkin' outloud Talkin' in code to the clams in the clouds They send a secret message, they send it by worm So vibratin' spiders will receive the word But that's totally Feather pluckin' insane Ten million monkeys all pick up guitars Nobody taught them how Five thousand fishies rockin' really really really hard Nobody taught them how Check out chickey drivin' piggy's little blue car Nobody taught him how Well, flies like to fly 'cause they don't like to stay They buzzin' in the ears of a chicken all day Chicken understand and he pick out the code Send a subsonic signal throught the snot in the middle of an elephant's long wet cold gray nose But that's totally feather pluckin' insane Ten million monkeys all pick up guitars Nobody taught them how Five thousand froggies rockin' really really really hard Nobody taught them how Check out chickey drivin' piggy's little blue car Nobody taught him how Oh yeah, oh yeah, said oh yeah... Everybody supernova... @SONG: Lump Lump sat alone in a boggy marsh Totally motionless except for her heart Mud flowed up into Lump's pajamas 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 sort of rotten and insane Small things so sad 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 slipped on a kiss and tumbled into love She spent her twenties between the sheets And 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? @SONG: Stranger You Lynyrd Skynyrd hat And me little kitty Sat across with a velvet jacket Wild orange hair and dark dark eyes I gawked like a twelve 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 this 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 dreaming I saw you, it was incredible Mumbled these words at you, unintelligible Ma ma ma ma Ma ma ma ma ma ma ma Ma ma ma ma Ma ma ma ma ma ma ma Ma ma ma ma Ma ma ma ma ma ma ma Ma ma ma ma Ma ma yeah who who, hey you there what time is it? @SONG: Boll weevil Get down Let me tell you 'bout a friend of mine His name's Boll Weevil check him out He spends all day on his big butt And he don't never ever get outside I come to visit, I bring some sunshine And I just spread it all over the fire He's stuck on his big couch, stuck in his big shell He looks at the TV and he's all right I come from the drug lord, the local drug store Bug is a fly and he's never uptight And I wonder Boll Weevil why don't ya get out of your home? He said I'm comfortable here, I don't wanna move I don't wanna leave I said Boll Weevil get right out of your home Good bye, I gotta stay, I'll move some other day bye bye gotta go to sleep And let the tube shine, let the tube shine, Let the tube shine, let the tube shine Now I would tell you about Boll Weevil, but that bug is just too scary He's in there all alone I try to coax him out, with chocolate pie But he would not move a muscle, and I tried To make him see that the sun was shinin' outside Make him see that the sun was shinin' outside... Check it out Boll Weevil get right out of your home... Now I would tell you about Boll Weevil, but that bug is just too scary He's in there all alone I try to coax him out, with chocolate pie But he would not move a muscle and I tried To make him see that the sun was shinin' outside Make him see that the sun was shinin' out Make him see that the sun was shinin' outside... Make him see the sun, make him see the sun Make him see the goddamn sun Oh that little buddy is a little bug @SONG: Peaches Movin' to the country, gonna eat a lot of peaches I'm movin' to the country, I'm gonna eat me a lot of peaches I'm movin' to the country, I'm gonna eat a lot of peaches Movin' to the country, I'm gonna eat a lot of peaches Peaches 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 peaches everyday Sun soakin' bulges in the shade Movin' to the country, I'm gonna eat a lot of peaches Movin' to the country, I'm gonna eat a lot of peaches I'm movin' to the country, gonna eat a lot of peaches Movin' to the country, gonna eat a lot of peaches I took a little nap where the roots all twist Squished a rotten peach in my fist And dreamed about you woman I poked my finger down inside, made a little room for an ant to hide Nature's candy in my hand or a can or pie Yeah, yeah(x3) Millions of peaches, peaches for me Millions of peaches, peaches for free Millions of peaches, peaches for me Millions of peaches, peaches for free...Look out! Millions of peaches, peaches for me Millions of peaches, peaches for free Millions of peaches, peaches for me Millions of peaches, peaches for free...Look out! @SONG: Dune buggy A little blind spider took the wheel Navigatin' grass blades completely by feel Got a sassy chassis, sparkle in the sun All four small bald flat tires, rockin' through the sand And burnin' up Little dune buggy, in the sand Little blue dune buggy, in my hand Got a rubber band motor hummin' on the beach ready for fun Quit spinnin' that web and come out and play in the sun Eight thimble sized cylinders to be as smooth as you please Spider's badass fat ol' abdomen stuck in the bucket seat Little dune buggy, in the sand Little blue dune buggy, in my hand Squishy transmission was caught in drive Spiderman squintin' at the sand and the sky Spiderwoman in the front seat, screamin' "Go, go, go!" He's ridin' the accelerator down to the floor With his fuzzy little toe-oh-oh-oh Little dune buggy, in the sand Little blue dune buggy, in my hand Little blue dune buggy(x9) @SONG: We are not going to make it We're not gonna make it No, no, we're not gonna make it 'Cuz there's a million better bands With a million better songs Drummers who can drum And singers who can sing Deep in my heart, I do believe We're not gonna make it No, no, we're not gonna make it 'Cuz we don't have the talent And we don't have the time And we don't have the patience And we don't know how to rhyme Deep in my heart, I do believe We're not gonna make it No, no, we're not gonna make it Said no, no, no, no, no, no, no... We're not gonna make it @SONG: Kick out the jams Well I've been elected to rock your asses till 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 'n roll problem well we got a solution Just let me be who I am and let me kick out the jams, yeah Let me kick out the jams, I done kicked 'em out Well I've been selected to orbit the planet in a rocket I'm goin' to Mars I got a message for the poodle in your pocket Mission control callin' supernova, the hotline'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 @SONG: Body Little salamander, where did you go? Edge of the yard I found you, you know All brown and hard I can't get your body out of my mind I can't get your body I can't get your body out of my mind I can't get your body She goes smooth through my body Through my body, she goes smooth She goes smooth through my body Through my body, she goes smooth Little killer froggy, where did you hop? Under the entertainment center Realized you couldn't stop The worms found a hole in your booty they could enter And I can't get your body out of my mind I can't get your body I can't get your body out of my mind I can't get your body You go smooth through my body Through my body, you go smooth You go smooth through my body Through my body, you go smooth Hey little lizard, where did you slink? Left your cage door open Under the basin and sink The drippin' water made your moldy body eyes open And I can't get your body out of my mind I can't get your body Can't get your body out of my mind I can't get your body... @SONG: Back porch Happy with no teeth, happy here in hibernation Slurpin' on a peach, starin' at the situation Kitty at my foot, meowin' out a conversation Rockin' back 'n forth, that's my only destination Old man on the back porch (x3) And that old man is me Old man on the back porch (x3) And that... Meeeeeee-ow, wow, wow, wow Got a two string on my lap, total subsonic vacation Got chicken on the drums, poundin' out a perfect prescription Got twenty little worms, all plug into amplification Got fifteen hundred bass drum luggin' bug-eyed monkeys All arriving at the station Old man on the back porch (x3) And that old man is me Old man on the back porch (x3) And that... Me me meeee-ow, whoa, whoa, whoa Chris: I'm sittin' on the back, porch, kickin' my legs back, rockin' in my rockin' chair, just sittin' there, on the little back porch, it's about to fall apart, so I think I might repair it, just as I'm thinkin' about repairin' it some little friends come along with some two-string,one-string no string guitars and they plug them all into the back porch, and they sit around playing all their favorite songs and kickin' back, feelin' real good, real fine, real full of wine, and everything's fine, everything's beautiful everything's great and I just feel so good, you know I'm seventy years old and I'm slurpin' everything through a straw Dave: I'm sittin' here on the back porch just eatin' chocolate pudding through a straw and I heated it up on a little sterno stove, tastes just like a warm body fluid goin' down, little players comin' 'round, pluggin' in their instruments, feelin' good about themselves, singin' original songs, by the original masters ans I'm sittin' there on the porch, rockin' back 'n forth in original masters and I'm sittin' there on the porch, rockin' back 'n forth in my little old chair But I'm an old man on the back porch, old man on the back porch Old man on the back porch, and that old man is me Old man on the back porch (x3) And that... @SONG: Candy Well sugar's only sweetness Salt is ocean's tears And you were my only weakness For years and years and years You little yellow sweetie You were hiding in a jar Now my mind is gone completely Take off the lid and there you are You're my candy Candy Well the devil, she made sweet candy Took six days and nights to dream On the seventh day she rested Woke up early and made ice cream Now the devil, she must be a dentist With deep jawbreaker eyes Red rope hair, gumdrop lips And cotton candy thighs You're my candy Candy Chocolate Lava stole my body And aftertaste stole my mind Left me danged and down defenseless And then sweet candy, she said goodbye Now my teeth are worn and useless My eyes too sunk to see My tongue swole up to twice its size And all I wanna do is eat Candy, my candy My candy, my candy Suckin' on my candy @SONG: Naked and famous I can't explain glacial motion Or why Los Angeles don't drop into the ocean I can't unfold the layers of mystery Or piece together the tragedy of history 'Cuz those lucky suckers, they don't have to work Big 3-D billboards and big 30-foot Smurfs And everybody wants to be naked and famous Everybody wanna be just like me I'm naked and famous I met a poet, said she didn't like the smell of it Then took her clothes off in a restaurant for the hell of it I met a DJ who lived in seclusion Reality and sobriety were her only delusions And those lucky bastards, they don't have to work Big 3-D billboards and big 30-foot smurfs And everybody wants to be naked and famous Everybody wanna be just like me I'm naked and famous Woo uh hoo hoo hoo Wow ah hoo hoo hoo Well, don't get a nosebleed, don't get upset We can't be naked and famous just yet There's a big gold dollar sign on the Sunset Strip And you can send your friend a postcard, it ain't worth the trip Everybody wants to be naked and famous Everybody wanna be just like me I'm naked... Everybody wants to be naked and famous Everybody wanna be just like me I'm naked...and famous