1.Party Out Of Bounds(Remix)
SUPRIIIIIIZE! PAAAAAARTY!
Yeah, we just thought we'd drop in!
Where's your icebox？
Where's the punch？
Ew, house-a-tosis!
Who's to blame when parties really get out of hand？
Who's to blame when they get poorly planned？
Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoooo-ooooooooo.
Crashers get bombed, slobs make a mess.
Ya know sometimes they'll even ruin your wife's dress.
Crashers getttin' bombed. (Who's to blame？)
Can you pull it back in line？
Can you salvage it in time？
What can you do to save a party？
Parcheesi？ Charades？ A spur-of-the-moment
Scavenger hunt, or Queen of the Nile？ (WOOOOOOOOOOH!)
Who turned out the lights! (WOOOOOOOOOOH!)
Bombed, crashers gettin' bombed
crashers gettin' bombed, bombed, bombed, bombed, well who's to
blame？
Who's to blame when situations degenerate？
Disgusting things you'd never anticipate？
Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoooo-ooooooooo.
People get sick, they play the wrong games.
Ya know, it can ruin your name!
Crashers gettin' bombed. (Who's to blame？)
Can you pull it back in line？
Can you salvage it in time？
WOOOOOOOOOOOH!
It shouldn't be difficult!
Try not to condemn!
O.K. Who ordered pizza？
I'll be tactful when making the rounds
Be tactful when making the rounds
and maybeee you can save a parteeee.
Party gone out of bounds!
Gone out of bounds!
Party gone out of bounds!
Gone out of bounds!
2.Devil In My Car
HELP! The devil's in my car.
HELP! The devil's in my car.
HELP! The devil's in my car.
Ho, devil's in my car, whoa please
PLEASE! Leave me alone!
We're really tearin' tar.
We're goin' 90 miles an hour.
Ho! He's drivin' me crazy.
He's drivin' me to Hell now.
He's pointing his pitchfork at me.
He's in the front seat of my car!
He's taking over!
Oo, he ripped my upholstry.
He's at the wheel,
HELP! The devil's in my car.
HELP! He's drivin' too far.
(scream!) Ooooooh!
Whoooa!
I can't lock the door,
I can't put on my safety belt.
There's nothing for me to do but yell HELP!
Devil's in my car!
I'm goin' to Hell in my old Chevrolet,
I don't know which way.
Oh, HELP! Devil's in my car!
Yeah, yeah. He's gone too far.
I won't see ya tomorrow.
I won't see ya anymore.
He's got his cloven hoof on the clutch.
Oh! Ow! I'm sitting on his tail.
Oh-Ohh, I don't wanna go to Hell.
(I don't wanna go to the devil.)
He's in my car, in my car, in my car.
Ohhhh-waaaaahhh!
The radio gives me static,
there's nothing on my CB.
Oh, HELP! the devil's in my car.
Oh, he's in my car. He's in my car.
The devil's in my car.
We're turning off the road.
Oh! Where ya taking me devil？
Oh! He's grinning door to door.
He's got his cloven hoof on the clutch.
HELP ME!
Oh, I don't wanna go to Hell.
(I don't wanna go to the devil.)
He's in my car.
Freeway to Hell.
We're burning up the road.
Freeway to Hell. (Right through the tollbooth)
We're burning up the road.
Freeway to Hell. (Right through the guardrail)
We're burning up the road.
Freeway to Hell. (Across the median)
We're burning up the road.
Freeway to Hell. (Would you slow down？)
We're burning up the road.
I've got the devil juice in my CARburater!
I've got the devil in my cigarette lighter.
I don't need no battery (I got the devil in my car).
In my car. In my car-oh!
In my car
In my car
In my car
In my car
In my car
3.Dirty Back Road
Ricky Wilson ＆ Robert Waldrop Wreckless drivin', like a
sportscar
God I want you, like a fuel engine!
Energized line, like a road
You-oo-oo-oo--oo ride me-ee-ee-ee-ee
Like a road
You-oo-oo-oo--oo ride me-ee-ee-ee-ee
Foot on the peddle
Feet in the air
Sand in my hair
Oh, don't look back
Don't look behind you
Wreckless drivin' on
Dirty Back Road
(repeat)
4.6060-842
Written：F.Schneider／R.Wilson／K.Strickland／K.Pierson
6060-842!
Tina went to the Lady's room
Saw written on the wall
'If you'd like a very nice time
Just give this number a call'
It was 6060-842
606 and I'm waitin' for you
6060-842
606 and I'm waitin' for you
Tina reached in her pocketbook
Pulled out a thin dime
Dropped it in the phone slot
Prayin' she'd get the line
It was 6060-842
606 and I'm waitin' for you
6060-842
606 and I'm waitin' for you
Dial the number to call
Get no answer at all
Dime's in the slot
Ready to trot
Uh, 6060-842
I've been tryin' all day
And I'm makin' no headway
Operator, what's wrong？
I dial stupid number all day long
Operator said,
Your number's been disconnected
Your number's been disconnected
Your number's been disconnected
Your number's been disconnected
Hello？
I'm sorry
Hello？
I'm sorry
Hello？
I'm sorry
5.Wig
What's that on your head？
A wig
Wig. Wig. Wig
Sally's gotta wig
Ricky's gotta wig
Baby's gotta wig
Kate's gotta wig
Fred's gotta cheap toupee
Keith's gotta big bouffant on
We all got wigs, so... Let's go!
On the neon, neon side of town
On the neon, neon side of town
Julia's gotta wig
Phyllis has a wig
Cindy's gotta wig
J.T's gotta wig
Carol's fall fell
Bubba's gotta big bouffant on
We all got wigs, so... Let's go!
On the neon, neon side of town
On the neon, neon side of town
(Wigtalk)
On the neon, neon side of town
On the neon, neon side of town
What's that on you head？
A wig
Wig. Wig. Wig
Wigs on fire! Wigs on fire! Wigs on... Fire!
It's 2525 and we've got the most wigs alive!
Wigs on fire! Wigs on fire! Take it... Higher!
It's 2525 and we've got the hottest dos alive!
(Wigtalk)
6.Dance This Mess Around(Remix)
Remember when you held my hand
Remember when you were my man
Walk talk in the name of love
Before you break my heart
Think it over, think it over
Roll it over in your mind
Why don't you dance with me
I'm not no Limburger
Just a limburger
Dance this mess around
Dance this mess around, 'round, 'round
Everybody goes to parties
They dance this mess around
They do the Shu-ga-loo
Do the Shy Tuna
Do the Camel Walk
Do the Hip-o-crit
Ah-Hippy Hippy forward Hippy Hippy
Hippy Shake, Hippy Shake
Oh-it's time to do 'em right
Hey now, don't that make you feel a whole lot better？
Huh？
I say, don't that make you feel a whole lot better
What you say？
I'm just askin'
Shake-Bake-Shake-Bake
Everybody goes to parties
They dance this mess around
They do all 16 dances
Do the Coo-ca-choo
Do the Aqua-velva
Do the Dirty Dog
Do the Escalator
Ah-Hippy Hippy forward Hippy Hippy
Hippy Shake, Hippy Shake
It's time to do 'em right
Hey! Fred, now don't that make you feel a whole lot better now？
Huh？
Say, don't that make you feel a whole lot better？
What you say？
I'm just askin'
Yeah, yeah, yeah...
Stop!
Dance on over
Yeah, yeah
Dance, dance, dance this mess around
Dance this mess around
Shake, shake-a-bake shake
Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake
Dance this mess around
Yeah, yeah, yeah........
7.Rock Lobster
We were at a party
His ear lobe fell in the deep
Someone reached in and grabbed it
It was a rock lobster
We were at the beach
Everybody had matching towels
Somebody went under a dock
And there they saw a rock
It wasn't a rock
It was a rock lobster
Motion in the ocean
Oooo Wooo
His air hose broke
Oooo Wooo
Lots of trouble
Oooo Wooo
Lots of bubble
Oooo Wooo
He was in a jam
S'in a giant clam
Down, down
Underneath the waves
Mermaids wavin'
Wavin' to mermen
Wavin' sea fans
Sea horses sailin'
Dolphins wailin'
Red snappers snappin'
Clam shells clappin'
Muscles flexin'
Flippers flippin'
Down, down
Let's rock!
Boy's in bikinis
Girls in surfboards
Everybody's rockin'
Everybody's fruggin'
Twistin' 'round the fire
Havin' fun
Bakin' potatoes
Bakin' in the sun
Put on your noseguard
Put on the Lifeguard
Pass the tanning butter
Here comes a stingray
There goes a manta-ray
In walked a jelly fish
There goes a dog-fish
Chased by a cat-fish
In flew a sea robin
Watch out for that piranha
There goes a narwhal
HERE COMES A BIKINI WHALE!
8.Strobe Light
Where's my telephone？
'Is that you baby？'
'Yeah.'
'Got something to tell you.'
'Oh, what？'
I want to see you tonight
I want you to walk in the door
I want you to lay on the floor
Cause tonight's the night
We make love, under a stobe light
Underneath the strobe light
Wanna make love to you under the strobe light
Wanna make love to you under the strobe light
Strobe light - Woah oh oh
Strobe light - Woah oh oh
Yeah!
But the light goes to my head!
Everything I see is red
Baby when I kiss your hair
I feel electricity in the air
I'm gonna kiss your eyes
Then I'm gonna kiss your neck
Then I'm gonna kiss your tummy
The I'm gonna kiss your pineapple
Tonight's the night
For love under the light
Strobe light, strobe light
Underneath the strobe light
Wanna make love to you under the strobe light
Wanna make love to you under the strobe light
Strobe light - Woah oh oh
Strobe light - Woah oh oh
Yeah!
I just wanna make love to you
I just wanna make love to you
Underneath the strobe light
Strobe light, strobe light
Strobe light, strobe light
Strobe light
Strobe, strobe, strobe, strobe, strobe light
9.Give Me Back My Man
She cuts her hair
and calls his name.
Wishin' everything could be the same,
like when she had him.
I'll give you fish,
I'll give you candy,
I'll give you everthing I have in my hand.
Walking out of Korvettes,
Package in her hand.
Motions to all the seabirds,
throws divinity on the sand.
I'll give you fish,
I'll give you candy,
I'll give you everthing I have in my hand.
Give me, give back my man.
Give me, give back my man.
Her head's in a whirlpool,
spinnin' round and round.
If she don't get her man back
she's gonna drown.
I'll give you fish,
I'll give you candy,
I'll give you everything I have in my hand.
Give her, give back her man,
Give her, give back her man. (repeat)
10.Song For A Future Generation
Wanna be the ruler of the galaxy
Wanna be the king of the universe
Let's meet and have a baby now!
Wanna be the empress of fashion
Wanna be the president of Moscow
Let's meet and have a baby now!
La! La! La! La! La!
La! La! La! La! La!
La! La! La! La! La!
La! La! La! La! La!
Hey, I'm Fred the Cancerian from New Jersey
I like collecting records and exploring
The cave of the unknown
Hello, I'm Cindy, I'm a Pisces
And I like chihuahuas and
Chinese noodles
Wanna be the first lady of infinity
Wanna be the nicest guy on earth
Let's meet and have a baby now!
La! La! La! La! La!
La! La! La! La! La!
La! La! La! La! La!
La! La! La! La! La!
Now! Now! Now! Now! Now! Now!
Now! La! La! La! La! La!
Hi, my name is Ricky and I'm a Pisces
I love computers and hot tamales
Hey, I'm Kate and I am a Taurus
I love tomatoes and black-capped
Chickadees
Hey, my name is Keith and I'm a
Scorpio from Athens, G-A and I like
To find the essence from within
Wanna be the captain of the Enterprise
Wanna be the king of the Zulus
Let's meet and have a baby now!
Wanna be the daughter of Dracula
Wanna be the son of Frankenstein
Let's meet and have a baby now!
Wanna be mother-father
Wanna be daughter-son
Wanna be captain
Wanna be ruler-king and empress
11.Planet Claire
Ahhhahhahhahh
She came from Planet Claire
I knew she came from there
She drove a Plymouth Satellite
Faster than the speed of light
Planet Claire has pink air
All the trees are red
No one ever dies there
No one has a head
Ahhhahhhahhahh
Some say she's from Mars
Or one of the seven stars
That shine after 3：30 in the morning
WELL SHE ISN'T
Ahhhahhhahhahhahhahh
12.52 Girls
Lyrics：J.Ayers／Ricky Wilson
Music：J.Ayers／Ricky Wilson
Effie, Madge and Mabel and Biddie
See them on the beach
Or in New York City
Tina, Louise and Hazel and Mavis
Can you name, name, name, name them today
Can you name, name, name, name them today
Wanda and Janet and Ronnie and Reba-o-o-o
These are the girls of the USA
The principal girls of the USA
Can you name, name, name, name them today
Can you name, name, name, name them today
O-o-o Kate, Kate and Cindy and Crystal and Candy
Mercedes and Joan, Betty and Brenda
Suzie and Anita and Phoebe and Jack Jackie-o
These are the girls of the USA
The principal girls of the USA
Can you name, name, name, name them today
Can you name, name, name, name them today
Can you name, name, name, name.
13.Private Idaho
Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo
You're living in your own Private Idaho
Living in your own Private Idaho
Underground like a wild potato.
Don't go on the patio.
Beware of the pool,
blue bottomless pool.
It leads you straight
right throught the gate
that opens on the pool.
You're living in your own Private Idaho.
You're living in your own Private Idaho.
Keep off the path, beware the gate,
watch out for signs that say 'hidden driveways'.
Don't let the chlorine in your eyes
blind you to the awful surprise
that's waitin' for you at
the bottom of the bottomless blue blue blue pool.
You're livin in your own Private Idaho. Idaho.
You're out of control, the rivers that roll,
you fell into the water and down to Idaho.
Get out of that state,
get out of that state you're in.
You better beware.
You're living in your own Private Idaho.
You're living in your own Private Idaho.
Keep off the patio,
keep off the path.
The lawn may be green
but you better not be seen
walkin' through the gate that leads you down,
down to a pool fraught with danger
is a pool full of strangers.
You're living in your own Private Idaho,
where do I go from here to a better state than this.
Well, don't be blind to the big surprise
swimming round and round like the deadly hand
of a radium clock, at the bottom, of the pool.
I-I-I-daho
I-I-I-daho
Woah oh oh woah oh oh woah oh oh
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
Get out of that state
Get out of that state
You're living in your own Private Idaho,
livin in your own Private.... Idaho
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