The sky is gold |
On the farm, and farmer's hands are cold |
When you're standing in your stall |
Dairy barn, in the morn' |
This milk is musical |
These milking bucket rhymes |
And every udder squirts, in time |
In time cows will face the dawn |
Now it's time to sing along |
We can make a milking song (cold dawn, cold dawn) |
Place each note where it belongs (cold dawn) |
We can masticate our cuds |
Ruminate, yummy straw |
'Cause, every udder squirts |
Here comes the milking man |
Every udder squirts |
Those frozen hands, oh no |
Those frozen hands |
Can you please go warm them up |
Oh, oh, oh, not warm enough |
If you warm them up, then you will |
Bring cheer to milking song |
We can masticate our cuds, ruminate, yummy straw |
Yeah, every udder squirts, in time |
Milking bucket rhymes |
Every udder squirts, in time |
And every udder squirts, in time |
It's a cold dawn, cold dawn, cold dawn, cold dawn |
Cold dawn, cold dawn, cold dawn, cold dawn |
Every udder squirts |
Saturday, December 19, 2015
M.I.L.K.
Wednesday, November 11, 2015
Insomnia
Try to go to sleep |
Tilt your head right |
Scratch your chin |
Stretch your leg again |
Turn over |
Close your eyes too, close your eyes too |
Listen to the clock |
Ticking on now |
Check the time |
Shadows on the wall, hum a song |
Close your eyes too, close your eyes too |
You just have insomnia |
You just want to sleep the night away |
You just have the hiccups, hiccup, hiccup, hiccup |
You just have to breathe into a bag |
Go on close your eye, eye, eye, eye-yi-eyes |
Go on close your eye, eye, eye, eye-yi-eyes |
Go on close your eye, eye, eye, eye-yi-eyes |
So just close your eyes |
Go on close your eyes |
Snoo-oo-ooze |
Restless leg syndrome |
Wiggle feet |
Mister Whiskers purrs |
Does what kittys do |
And those claws |
They go right through, they go right through (Hey!) |
Wait a second, I |
Need to go… put the trash out too |
Cause it's garbage day, today and |
They will be here soon. All too soon |
You just have insomnia |
You just want to sleep the night away |
You just have the hiccups, hiccup, hiccup, hiccup |
You just have to breathe into a bag |
You just have insomnia |
You just want to sleep the night away |
You just have the hiccups, hiccup, hiccup, hiccup |
You just have to breathe into a bag |
Go on close your eye, eye, eye, eye-yi-eyes |
Go on close your eye, eye, eye, eye-yi-eyes |
Go on close your eye, eye, eye, eye-yi-eyes |
Go on close your eyes |
Go on close your eye, eye, eye, eye-yi-eyes |
Go on close your eye, eye, eye, eye-yi-eyes |
Go on close your eye, eye, eye, eye-yi-eyes |
So just close your eyes |
Go on close your eyes |
You just have insomnia |
You just want to sleep the night away |
You just have the hiccups, hiccup, hiccup, hiccup |
You just have to breathe into a bag |
Go on close your eye, eye, eye, eye-yi-eyes |
Go on close your eye, eye, eye, eye-yi-eyes |
Go on close your eye, eye, eye, eye-yi-eyes |
Go on close your eyes |
Mister Whiskers, please |
Hey off my face |
Take a breath |
Scratch those kitty ears, hear the purrs |
Close your eyes too |
Close those eyes too |
Monday, November 2, 2015
Potato Surprise
Got some left-overs |
Some o-old french fri-ies |
Clean the 'frigerator |
It's casserole night |
Toss in the tuna |
Trim off the cheese |
Add in some of those obligitory peas |
It needs some of these, these leftover peas |
Mix it under, under, under |
Leftover spam, it's a cellophane prize |
Squirt in some ketchup, add a quarter pot pie |
Some rubbery broccoli, and dry carrot sticks |
Mix it under some soy bacon bits |
Mmmm bacon bits |
Potato surprise, potato surprise |
Mixing up some leftover |
Potato surprise |
Potato surprise, potato surprise |
Fixing up a casserole called |
Potato surprise, oh woah oh oh |
Let's reminisce |
With that old crusty rice |
Half a frankfurter, that frankfurter's nice |
And back in that corner, say what's in that bowl |
It looks kinda grody and so old I can't tell |
What it i-i-is |
What is this foo-ooo-ood |
It's in potato surpri-i-ise |
Yeah potato surpri-ise |
Potato surprise, potato surprise |
Everything ends up inside |
Potato surprise |
Potato surprise, potato surprise |
It all ends up somewhere in |
Potato surprise |
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na |
Some mushy zucchini, from Saturday night |
Got the runs then, but lets give it a try |
Pop in some pudding, I hope that it's lime |
Eat this stuff now or we'll have it next time |
Potato surprise, potato surprise |
Mixing up some leftover |
Potato surprise |
Potato surprise, potato surprise |
Fixing up a casserole called |
Potato surprise |
Potato surprise, potato surprise |
Everything ends up inside |
Potato surprise |
Potato surprise, potato surprise |
It all ends up somewhere in |
Potato surpri-i-ise, oh-woah-oh |
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na |
Potato surprise |
Yeah yeah yeah |
Potato surprise |
Yeah yeah yeah |
Wednesday, October 21, 2015
Carry Buddha
So, the master monk said |
To that room instead |
Feng shui |
We have to move Buddha today |
And son of a gun |
But he's a heavy one |
Got qualms, and sweaty palms |
So though Buddha should enlighten me |
I bet he's gonna squish my chi |
And now he's ow, ow, ow, ow, on my toe you see |
Now why don't you |
Carry Buddha? |
Oh-oh-oh |
Hands on his knees |
Keep moving please |
Oh please |
This may just herniate me |
Oh no |
My right, not yours |
Through those big doors |
Turn there |
Then up the stairs |
So though I took a vow I would not speak |
This redecoration situation's bleak |
And now my back, back, back, back, back is tweaked |
Ow, carry Buddha |
Oh, ow |
Tell me, tell you |
This thing is heavy |
Bent brows broke vows |
Spoken a few |
I got a few for you too |
Up one flight, and then the next |
To the alcove that's the best |
That Buddha's solid brass |
Don't wanna bust my…. back |
So though I took a vow I would not speak |
This redecoration situation's bleak |
And now my back, back, back, back, back is tweaked |
Ow, carry, carry Buddha |
Friday, October 2, 2015
Pastrami on a Parmesan Bun
I'm in love, with the deli girl |
But I can't say the words |
So I just buy more sandwiches |
And it's giving me the stinky burps |
I'm eating there three times a day |
Hoping it's your shift |
Getting stamps on my sandwich card |
When you're off I feel like I've been gypped |
You take pastrami |
And put it on a parmesan bun |
And you made it so tasty |
Now I want another one |
How the weeks and the seasons turn |
And that sandwich is our thing |
I wish that I could speak some other words |
Instead I'll have another pastrami |
And you take pastrami |
Put it on that parmesan bun |
And you made it so tasty |
Now I want another one |
Change of hands at the Sandwich Land |
Now saeurkraut makes me cry |
Cuz you've gone to the Deli Grand |
And I will not have my Reuben on rye |
You gotta take pastrami |
And put it on that parmesan bun |
Cuz that makes it so tasty |
Now I want another one |
You take pastrami |
And put it on a parmesan bun |
But you made it so God darn tasty |
Now I want another one |
Now I want another one |
Now I want another one |
And I go |
And I go |
And I go |
And I go |
And I go |
And I go, so |
Now I want another one |
Wednesday, September 30, 2015
lol brb
You order delivery? |
Mmm mmm mmmm. Mmm mmm mmmm. Mmm mmm mm mm mm. |
I'm gonna need some of that chow mein |
I'm gonna need some battered meat |
I'm gonna need some of that egg fu young |
I'm gonna need a cookie too |
I'm gonna celebrate an egg roll |
I'll be chowing broccoli beef |
I'm gonna swallow me some of that sweet moo shu, and nobody's gonna keep it from me |
LOL |
BRB |
One more plate |
That's what I need |
LOL |
I said OMG |
I'm gonna eat my plate clean |
Now been seventeen minutes, since my fork went down |
Seventeen more, I'll starve, you'll see |
These Asian noodles just won't fill me up |
But I need some more of that MSG |
LOL |
BRB |
One more plate |
That's what I need |
LOL |
I said OMG |
I'm gonna eat my plate clean |
My belly's growling, my mouth is drooling, microwave is calling to me |
My belly's growling, my mouth is drooling, microwave is calling to me |
My belly's growling, my mouth is drooling, microwave is calling to me |
My belly's growling, my mouth is drooling, microwave is calling to me |
LOL |
BRB |
One more plate |
That's what I need |
LOL |
I said OMG |
I'm gonna eat my plate clean |
LOL |
BRB |
One more plate |
That's what I need |
LOL |
I said OMG |
I'm gonna eat my plate clean |
Sunday, September 20, 2015
Do You Like Your Shoes?
Do you like your shoes? |
Do you like your shoes, Buddy? |
I'm a foot artist Mister, so tell me true |
I'm asking you Buster |
Do you li-i-ike your shoes? |
I'm fine, at the shoe store |
I'm not baking anymore |
I've left that tree |
That cookie dough |
Now I got me |
My shoe chateau |
Suede feet, I'll make it, make it |
Suede feet, I'll make it, make it |
Do you like your shoes? |
Do you like your shoes, Buddy? |
Elves don't do buckles, that fad has flew |
I'm asking you Buster |
Do you li-i-ike your shoes? |
Don't make toys, for hairy geezer |
That hammer noise, s'not a pleaser |
The North Pole is cold |
Elf lips ain't blue |
Yeah I got my goals |
Now I'm making shoes |
Suede feet, I'll make it, make it |
Suede feet, I'll make it, make it |
Do you like your shoes? |
Do you like your shoes, Buddy? |
I'm a foot artist Mister, so tell me true |
I'm asking you Buster |
Do you li-i-ike your shoes? |
Do you like your shoes? |
Do you like your shoes, Buddy? |
Elves don't do velcro, that fad has flew |
I'm asking you Buster |
Do you li-i-ike your shoes? |
I'm fine, at the shoe store |
Don't hang with hobbits anymore |
Go fight your dragon |
Your Tolkien war |
I'm making sandals |
Got orders out the door |
Suede feet, I'll make it, make it |
Suede feet, I'll make it, make it |
Do you like your shoes? |
Thursday, September 17, 2015
Frogs Don't Wear Pajammies
Oh, frogs don't wear pajammies in the morning,
That's why frogs wear bathing suits.
Morning jammies aren't their cup of tea,
The waistband's far too wide,
and the legs are far too long,
Jammies just don't fit their fannies properly.
Oh, frogs don't wear pajammies in the daytime,
That flannel's hot and itchy in the sun,
And when they hop and jump
on their lily pads and stumps,
Pajammies really aren't a lot of fun.
Oh, frogs don't wear pajammies in the morning,
In that way they are not like you and me,
And even in the night time,
when they have to pee,
Frogs don't wear pajammies don't you see!
Frogs don't wear pajammies on the schoolbus,
All the kids would laugh and point and stare,
Not even
for a million flies!
A frog wouldn't wear pajammies over there.
And when they're swimming in the pond,
Pajammies wouldn't last for long,
They'd get wet and limp and soggy,
Oh that poor pajammied froggy!
Thursday, September 10, 2015
Making a Deal
You walked into my furniture store |
To get out of the weather |
Faux Phoenician vases and stylin dining spaces |
Could not catch your attention |
You scrunch your eyebrows and you grimace your mouth |
I see you have reservations |
I'd like to sell you something, maybe you need a couch |
You say the price is high |
Oh it's just, just way too high |
But it's a special and I'm making a deal |
I must be crazy to be making a deal |
I want this sale and now I'm making a deal |
So I'll knock the price |
And drop the price |
Oh, it's, it's a special today |
<Special today> |
<Special today> |
I'm on commission, but I'll throw it away |
You know I have no ambition |
Buy it now and I can, I can, toss in this lamp |
<Special today> |
It's. It's. It's. A good proposition |
The others in the break room think that I can not sell |
<Subliminal ad> |
It really is a downer |
<You want this sofa> |
It's hard to meet the plan when the quota's out of hand |
<Cooshy cooshy comfy pillows> |
Oh don't leave so |
Cuz it's a special and I'm making a deal |
I must be crazy to be making a deal |
I want this sale and now I'm making a deal |
So I'll knock the price |
And drop the price |
Oh, it's, it's a special today |
This is a lovely sofa |
Oh, what a find, and it reclines |
This is my only sofa |
<So fa so fa fa, so fa so fa fa>… |
When a dime shines |
One bargain tag, one bargain man |
This is a good buy |
Wednesday, September 9, 2015
Indian Casino
Hie yie yaya, hie yie yaya… |
Our way of life - they took our land |
To build their cities and their castles in the sand |
Farewell to days of roaming free |
All life adapts, you know this happens naturally |
A fire ring, our spirit song |
We have our reservations and a need to carry on |
Oh, native man, or Indian |
By any name these moccasins I'm walking in |
I felt the loss of ancestry |
I know their spirits are still living in me |
Oh earth below, all paved and numb |
I see smoke signals in the sky above |
A fire ring, our spirit song |
We have our reservations and a need to carry on |
Oh, native man, or Indian |
By any name these moccasins I'm walking in |
And if you ever wondered where did we go |
Come enjoy the slots, blackjack, or keno |
Bring your wallets full to hear cha-ching |
So where did we go? |
Indian casino |
Indian casino |
A fire ring, our spirit song |
We have our reservations and a need to carry on |
Oh, native man, or Indian |
By any name these moccasins I'm walking in |
And if you ever wondered where did we go |
Come enjoy the slots, blackjack, or keno |
Bring your wallets full to hear cha-ching |
So where did we go? |
Indian casino |
Hie yie yaya, hie yie yaya… |
Bring your wallets full to hear cha-ching |
So where did we go? |
Indian casino |
So where did we go? |
Indian casino |
Wednesday, September 2, 2015
Rabbit Season - Duck Season
Wisten wittle wabbit, I'm a hunter | |||||||
And I'm coming with my gun | |||||||
This may seem a bad thing | |||||||
But for hunters wabbit season's weally fun | |||||||
Make yourself avawabwool | |||||||
Come up out of your wittle wabbit hole | |||||||
So I can shoot you wiff my bullets, as a hunter that weally is my goal | |||||||
But Fudd, unless you want a fine | |||||||
You should read it on the sign | |||||||
You see it's duck season this time | |||||||
Mister Fudd, hunter | |||||||
Elmer Fudd, hunter | |||||||
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But Fudd, unless you want a fine | |||||||
You should read it on the sign | |||||||
You see it's wabbit season time | |||||||
Elmer Fudd, hunter | |||||||
But Fudd, unless you want a fine | |||||||
You should read it on the sign | |||||||
You see it's duck season this time | |||||||
Mister Fudd, hunter | |||||||
Elmer Fudd, hunter | |||||||
But Fudd, unless you want a fine | |||||||
You should read it on the sign | |||||||
You see it's wabbit season time | |||||||
Elmer Fudd, hunter | |||||||
But Fudd, unless you want a fine | |||||||
You should read it on the sign | |||||||
You see it's duck season this time | |||||||
Mister Fudd, hunter | |||||||
Elmer Fudd, hunter |
Tuesday, September 1, 2015
Tidy Tie
He hit the courtroom like a wind storm |
His words are thunder in the sky |
He can debate stronger than you or me |
He make a jedi knight comply |
He got a tidy tie |
He got tip top 'tallian shoes |
He got a tidy tidy tie |
That lawyer, his case is won |
He got the eyes to size the jurors |
He got the wise to nod their heads |
He got a briefcase covered with rattlesnake hide |
Opposing lawyer's feeling dread |
He got a tidy tie |
He got tip top 'tallian shoes |
He got a tidy tidy tie |
That lawyer, his case is won |
He know the words to seize your reason |
He show the courtroom why and how |
He effects flawless litigation |
That lawyer brings the court around |
He got a tidy tie |
He got tip top 'tallian shoes |
He got a tidy tidy tie |
That lawyer, his case is won |
Yeah that lawyer's case is won |
Pick It Out (Booger on the Bedpost)
(Chorus) I would wake up at night, sinus aching inside |
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With a big crusty glob of snot congesting my mind | |
Should I pick it out, I could scream and shout | |
Hard boogers just hate hard boogers | |
Wanna put my finger, knuckle deep or deeper | |
Wiggle it around, finagle that big booger out | |
You'd remove boogers too if you knew this goo | |
I squirm squirm like a worm on a fish hook, hurt, stuck, and so impaled | |
I want to wimper, whine, and wail | |
That big blob of snot is painful | |
My brain is cramped and small, I think I found your wiffle ball | |
I read words in nasal crannies | |
In thick gobs of crusty braile | |
My nostril burns when I exhale | |
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So calloused in my sinus | |
From the pick pick of my fingernail | |
This one looks like a carabou | |
Or is it more a reindeer, all it needs, a little sled | |
Tormented by the mucus in my head | |
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You'd remove it too | |
Struck a bone in the zone, oh my nose | |
New breed ankylosaurus | |
What a find when your mind goes | |
Stick it where it sticks most, booger on the bedpost | |
Struck a bone in the zone, oh my nose | |
New breed ankylosaurus | |
What a find when your mind goes | |
Another booger on the bedpost | |
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Monday, August 31, 2015
Frog in the Bandolier
Bandit frog, with attitude |
I will get your bug, one webby dude |
I eat that bug, eat that bug (croak) |
I will go to your window sill |
Where you keep your flies, get your bugs I will |
Can't stop me now, stop me now (croak) |
Eat that fly, eat that fly, lick |
Eat that fly, eat that fly, lick |
Eat that fly, eat that fly, lick |
Eat 'em down, can't stop me now |
I am the frog in the bandolier, in the bandolier |
I am the frog your insects call dangerous |
The one they call dangerous |
I'm gonna climb, up your venician blinds, to your most precious flies |
I am the frog in the bandolier, in the bandolier |
And I'm climbing up to the heights, 'til I'm there where your flies like to hide |
Just stand back now, I'm eating flies, eat them all, this is bandit frog pride |
And now I'm climbing up to the heights, 'til I'm there where your flies like to hide |
Just stand back now, I'm eating flies, eat them all, this is bandit frog pride |
Bandit frog pride |
Bug owner, I address |
Better back off now, this is serious |
Just keep away, just keep away |
Eat that fly, eat that fly, lick |
Eat that fly, eat that fly, lick |
Eat that fly, eat that fly, lick |
Eat 'em down, can't stop me now |
I am the frog in the bandolier, in the bandolier |
I am the frog your insects call dangerous |
The one they call dangerous |
I'm gonna climb, up your venician blinds, to your most precious flies |
I am the frog in the bandolier, in the bandolier |
And I'm climbing up to the heights, 'til I'm there where your flies like to hide |
Just stand back now, I'm eating flies, eat them all, this is bandit frog pride |
And now I'm climbing up to the heights, 'til I'm there where your flies like to hide |
Just stand back now, I'm eating flies, eat them all, this is bandit frog pride |
Bandit frog pride |
Sunday, August 30, 2015
Mummy
Wrapped up in trespassing, robber |
I know where you are |
Trapped in sandstone passings, beware |
I'm not very far |
Steal your courage, chill your heart |
Ancient curses in a jar |
Mummy (mummy) nhuh-ooo-ah |
Mummy, mummy, comes alive |
Mummy (mummy) nhuh-ooo-ah |
Mummy's coming, ready for a fight |
Mummy |
Wrap me in Egyptian linen |
For eternal life |
Put jewels and gems and blings devine |
on to my sarcophogi |
Drill a hole, remove my brain |
Kind of gross but stops decay |
Mummy (mummy) nhuh-ooo-ah |
Mummy, mummy, comes alive |
Mummy (mummy) nhuh-ooo-ah |
The guardian revivified |
Mummy |
Nhuh-oo-oo, he reads the hieroglyphs of life |
Nhuh-oo-oo, a cobra, walky guy, walky guy |
Nhuh-oo-oo, crocodile, flower pot, crocodile |
It's an eye, it's a face, it's a chair, it's a wait |
It's an eye, it's a face, it's a chair, it's a wait |
Wait I know this one |
Is that a hippo? |
Lets see… |
Loopy squiggle rope |
Owl! That's an owl |
Ziggy lines… A giant slug |
An eye, hand, axe |
What's that thing? Oh no… |
Mummy (mummy) nhuh-ooo-ah |
Mummy, mummy, comes alive |
Mummy (mummy) nhuh-ooo-ah |
Mummy, bringing doom unto defilers |
Mummy (mummy) nhuh-ooo-ah |
Mummy, sacred servant of the Nile |
Mummy, (mummy) purify the tomb in style |
Mummy (mummy) nhuh-ooo-ah |
Mummy, mummy, comes alive |
Mummy (mummy) nhuh-ooo-ah |
Mummy |
Tuesday, July 28, 2015
Lemon Creme Pie
When night was young we would run round the circus tent |
With clowny games, like hide and seek pies |
That's what we did, that's what we did, that's what we did |
But clown school finals changed the game that we were playing |
Makes you fling it up high |
That lemon crème pie |
Lemon crème pie |
Lemon crème pie |
Lemon crème pie |
What does it matter to ya |
Running round in floppy shoes |
You gotta do it well |
You gotta squeek your nose and run and yell |
Yes, long ago we would drive 'round the circus tent |
Our little car, five clown shoes high |
That's what we did, that's what we did, that's what we did |
But clown school finals changed the games that we were playing |
Makes you fling it up high |
That lemon crème pie |
Lemon crème pie |
Lemon crème pie |
Lemon crème pie |
Monday, July 20, 2015
Lord of the Yodel
My nose blows wet in my hanky tonight |
Only yodeler to be heard |
This mountain's been abandoned, 'cept by shaggy goats and birds |
My tongue is flapping like a pretty butterfly |
I just have to sing, and I'll tell you why |
No one to see, no one to hear |
Except a saint bernard with my barreled beer |
No one to hear, why should I care |
My voice echoes - eve.ry.where |
Yodel on, Yodel on |
The last of the yodelers |
Yodel on, Yodel on |
Echoes back across the mountain tors |
I yodel loud, I yodel free |
My yodels fly |
Far and back to me |
It's funny how one voice can break down a silent wall |
And the voice that breaks the silence reaches out unto us all |
High in the cold thin air, is a place where silence thrives |
One voice is all it takes to bring the yodel back to life |
Yodel on, Yodel on |
The last of the yodelers |
Yodel on, Yodel on |
Echoes back across the mountain tors |
I yodel loud, I yodel free |
My yodels fly |
Far and back to me |
I will pose in |
Fancy lederhozen |
Singing spendors |
And wearing bright suspenders |
Echoes on and on |
Yodel on, Yodel on |
The last of the yodelers |
Yodel on, Yodel on |
Echoes back across the mountain tors |
I yodel loud, I yodel free |
My yodels fly |
Far and back to me |
So yodel loud and yodel free |
Yodel clear, in yodel harmony |
Yodel on, Yodel on |
Yodel on and on and on |
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