1.R.S.V.P.
Lyricist：Jimmy Franks
{Uhh, that was creepy
I would rather slurp rancid Tuna salad out of my own ass
Or scour my boobies off with a rusty S.O.S. pad
Or hump a piece of splintered Balsa wood}
2.Return Of The Great White Dope
Lyricist：James M. Franks
A is for apple, B is for balloons
C is for crayons, D is for drums
Like my scrotum here
It is in a nutshell
One thousand nine hundred and seventy-two
That's the year I got here when my dear mother's water blew
Not really realizin' the prize that's been begot to her
The bona fide lo-fi high-octane philosopher
Genius with a penis, the few, the proud, the me
I liked me so much, I had to buy the company
Soul for sale, sold to Satan for a hell of a lotta luck
I'm hard to come by, like a straight guy workin' at Starbucks
Thank the thinkers that think they thunk the thoughts that
theorized
Idolized or despised, bet I'm gettin' recognized
Mount Rushmore it？ No, ignore, it can't rock with no big head
Half of the people want me, half of the people want me dead
I am the Angel Of Def with my rhymes against humanity
Teeter-tottering between brilliance and insanity
The one part, the Fuhrer, the one part, the Pope
It's the inevitable return baby, of the great white dope
Conclusions you drew, proportions you blew
Lost son of Iggy？ False bigger nose than Ziggy？ True
Yes my name is Jimmy Pop, no my pop's name is Dick
Don't admit to kick it, slick you thick derelict critic
Put down for missed notes put up with misquotes
Don't want the whole story？ Should have bought the Cliff Notes
Like Fingerpainting 101 give me no credit for having class
One thumb on the pulse of the nation, one thumb in your
girlfriend's ass
Written on, written off, scoff callin' me a joke
I don't think that I'm a sell-out but I do Enjoy Coke!
I struck gold but never took it for granite that's how I planned
it
So can it around the planet, fans demand it
And you'll never understand it
When I die, no lie plan on mass pandemonium
They may display my brain in a pickle jar at the Smithsonian
The one part, the Fuhrer, the one part, the Pope
It's the inevitable return baby of the great white dope
One part, the Fuhrer, one part, the Pope
The inevitable return of the great white dope
One part, the Fuhrer, one part, the Pope
The inevitable return of the great white dope
One part, the Fuhrer, one part, the Pope
The inevitable return of the great white dope
One part, the Fuhrer, one part, the Pope
The inevitable return of the great white dope
One part, the Fuhrer, one part, the Pope
The inevitable return of the great white dope
One part, the Fuhrer, one part, the Pope
The inevitable return of the great white dope
One part, the Fuhrer, one part, the Pope
The inevitable return of the great white dope
One part, the Fuhrer, one part, the Pope
The inevitable return of the great white dope
Great white dope
3.Jackass
Lyricist：Jimmy Franks
Jackass
I'm a pimped out Jedi Knight
Obi-Wan meets Dolemite
Ben Kenobi went and got himself a pompadour
These aren't the whores you're looking for
Jackass
If the Crocodile Hunter smoked weed
Steve Irwin burnin' herb in his jeep
Thinks the kangaroos are laughin' at his haircut
Used a bowl for that too
But if you knew me like I know myself
You'd hate me like I hate myself
'Cause I'm a jackass
Got no rabbit in this hat
'Cause I'm pullin' it out my ass
Ain't Sigfried or Roy but I could be
Makin' magic with the pussy
Jackass
Like that dude in Tienanmen Square
With a six pack and a folding chair
Got bombed at the parade and ended up
Playin' Chicken with the tanks
But if you knew me like I know myself
You'd hate me like I hate myself
'Cause I'm a jackass
They could out the lesbian Spice Girl
They could try to run game on the O.D.B.
They could kick every douche bag off the 'Real World'
But they won't get rid of me
If I knew you like you know yourself
I'd hate you like you hate yourself
Hate yourself, hate yourself, hate yourself
Hate yourself, hate yourself, hate yourself
'Cause you're a jackass
4.Uhn Tiss Uhn Tiss Uhn Tiss
Lyricist：J Franks
Uhn tiss, uhn tiss, uhn tiss, baby
Dog will hunt, I'm the front-end loader, travoltin' over
So try my slam on for size
Drive stick with that Kung-Fu grip, let the banana split
And watch it go right to your thighs
Copperfield, Copperfield style, abracadabra
That bra, do you think I can pull it off？
Wanna bang around？ Just jot me down on your to-do list
Under 'Put out like a fire'
'Cause I got somethin' and it goes thumpin' like this
All you need is my uhn tiss, uhn tiss, uhn tiss
I got somethin' and it goes thumpin' like this
All you need is my uhn tiss, uhn tiss, uhn tiss
Uhn tiss, uhn tiss, uhn tiss, baby
Edible, strange, how do I get in your pants
When you're tick-tockin' them
Serious Levis, so tight, can't be classified
That's why I'm here to fill that opening
Make a seasoned pass to mount that ass
And Bob Hope that I might, one night, stand a chance
Let's go, Feng Shui, the fuck around my digs
Like a superball, bring that sunny side up
And I got somethin' and it goes thumpin' like this
All you need is my uhn tiss, uhn tiss, uhn tiss
I got somethin' and it goes thumpin' like this
All you need is my uhn tiss, uhn tiss, uhn tiss
Uhn tiss, uhn tiss, uhn tiss, baby
Uhn tiss, uhn tiss, uhn tiss, baby
Uhn tiss, uhn tiss, uhn tiss
Uhn tiss, uhn tiss, uhn tiss, baby
Uhn tiss, uhn tiss, uhn tiss
Uhn tiss, uhn tiss, uhn tiss, baby
Uhn tiss, uhn tiss, uhn tiss
Uhn tiss, uhn tiss, uhn tiss, baby
Uhn tiss, uhn tiss, uhn tiss
Uhn tiss, uhn tiss, uhn tiss, baby
Uhn tiss, uhn tiss, uhn tiss
Uhn tiss, uhn tiss, uhn tiss, baby
Uhn tiss, uhn tiss, uhn tiss
Uhn tiss, uhn tiss, uhn tiss, baby
Uhn tiss, uhn tiss, uhn tiss
Uhn tiss, uhn tiss, uhn tiss, baby
Uhn tiss, uhn tiss, uhn tiss
I got somethin' and it goes thumpin' like this
All you need is my uhn tiss, uhn tiss, uhn tiss
I got somethin' and it goes thumpin' like this
All you need is my uhn tiss, uhn tiss, uhn tiss
Uhn tiss, uhn tiss, uhn tiss, baby
Uhn tiss, uhn tiss, uhn tiss, baby
Uhn tiss, uhn tiss, uhn tiss
Uhn tiss, uhn tiss, uhn tiss, baby
Uhn tiss, uhn tiss, uhn tiss
Uhn tiss, uhn tiss, uhn tiss, baby
Uhn tiss, uhn tiss, uhn tiss
Uhn tiss, uhn tiss, uhn tiss, baby
Uhn tiss, uhn tiss, uhn tiss
Uhn tiss, uhn tiss, uhn tiss, baby
Uhn tiss, uhn tiss, uhn tiss
Uhn tiss, uhn tiss, uhn tiss, baby
Uhn tiss, uhn tiss, uhn tiss
Uhn tiss, uhn tiss, uhn tiss, baby
Uhn tiss, uhn tiss, uhn tiss
Uhn tiss, uhn tiss, uhn tiss, baby
Uhn tiss, uhn tiss, uhn tiss
5.The Ballad Of Chasey Lane
Lyricist：Jimmy Franks
Dear Chasey Lain, I wrote to explain
I'm your biggest fan
I just wanted to ask, could I eat your ass？
Write back as soon as you can
You've had a lotta dick, had a lotta dick
I've had a lotta time, had a lotta time
You've had a lotta dick, Chasey
But you ain't had mine
Dear Chasey Lain, I wrote to complain
You never wrote me back
How could I ever eat your ass when ya treat
Your biggest fan like that？
You've had a lotta dick, had a lotta dick
I've had a lotta time, had a lotta time
You've had a lotta dick, Chasey
But you ain't had mine
Dear Chasey Lain, I wrote to constrain
This letter is my last
As your biggest fan, I must demand
You let me eat your ass
You've had a lotta dick, had a lotta dick
I've had a lotta time, had a lotta time
You've had a lotta dick, Chasey
But you ain't had mine
P.S., mom and dad this is Chasey
Chasey this is my mom and dad
Now show 'em them titties
Now show 'em them titties
P.S., mom and dad this is Chasey
Chasey this is my mom and dad
Now show 'em them titties
Now show 'em them titties
Would you fuck me for blow？
6.Why's Everybody Always Pickin' On Me？
Lyricist：Buddy Buie, J R Cobb, Harry Middlebrooks, Mike Shapiro
{Why is everybody always pickin' on me？}
The morn', the morn', the morn', the morn'
That I was born my old man beat up the doctor
He clocked the doctor cause the doctor said I looked like
Chewbacca
The doctor said, 'Sir, you're misled sir', which infers you
mistook me
I did not mean your lovely wife was shackin' up with a wookie
What I mean is, Wolverine is less hairy than your son
He looks like Chewie
(Baba booey baba booey)
And a Hong Kong phooey all in one
To put it mild your new born child's completely nutty fu fu
lookin'
I shoved him back into the oven until he is done cookin'
But why's everybody always pickin' on me？
('Cause my fifteen year old cousin has less acne)
But why's everybody always pickin' on me？
(Ain't brushed them teeth since 1983)
But why's everybody always pickin' on me？
('Cause you got the grooming habits of a chimpanzee)
But why's everybody always pickin' on me？
('Cause you're white but you got a nose like Bill Cosby)
Why's everybody always pickin' on me？
Always pickin' rippin' apart poor ol' Jimmy Pop Ali
I got a schnoz like the 'cos but there's a lot more wrong with
you
So back me up Bill
(Yea and you're ugly too)
So what if I brush my teeth with a piece of cheddar cheese？
Or wear a fish net shirt by chams with my Sergio Valenti jeans
And my mirror never lies but it always verifies
I got more cheese and pepperoni than a homemade pizza pie
You compare me to a Monchichi but I don't understand
Why I'm scorned like I'm deformed
(Like the elephant man)
And yea I took my Mom to the prom but hey she asked me first
But at least this time I didn't find my date in the back of a
hearse
About as popular with the girls, Englebert Humperdinck
And that might be 'cause everybody calls me shrinky dink
I know I'm known as polaroid I'm not a total retard
It's 'cause I'm done in sixty seconds and you'll still want it
enlarged
But why's everybody always pickin' on me？
('Cause ya wore velour flares until the late eighties)
But why's everybody always pickin' on me？
('Cause you run like a girl and you sit down to pee)
But why's everybody always pickin' on me？
('Cause your only school chum was the lunch lady)
But why's everybody always pickin' on me？
(You took your Mom to the prom but got lucky)
Like that episode where Gilligan gets sick of bein' teased
And he breaks into the professor's lab and makes some LSD
Peaks freaks and eats the
Skipper's brain then beats ginger with coconuts
As Mr. Howell and Lovey burn alive inside of their grass hut
Oh he'll kill again that Gilligan they he should of let him be
And like a postal clerk I'll go berserk if you don't stop
teasing me
See the trick is only pick on those that can't do you no harm
Like the drummer from Def Leppard's only got one arm
The drummer from Def Leppard's only got one arm
The drummer from Def Leppard's only got one arm
The drummer from Def Leppard's only got one arm
The drummer from Def Leppard's only got one arm
The drummer from Def Leppard's only got one arm
The drummer from Def Leppard's only got one arm
The drummer from Def Leppard's only got one arm
The drummer from Def Leppard's only got one arm
But why's everybody always pickin' on me？
('Cause my fifteen year old cousin has less acne)
But why's everybody always pickin' on me？
(Ain't brushed them teeth since 1983)
But why's everybody always pickin' on me？
('Cause you got the grooming habits of a chimpanzee)
But why's everybody always pickin' on me？
('Cause you're white but you got a nose like Bill Cosby)
But why's everybody always pickin' on me？
('Cause ya wore velour flares until the late eighties)
But why's everbody always pickin' on me？
('Cause you run like a girl and you sit down to pee)
But why's everbody always pickin' on me？
('Cause your only school chum was the lunch lady)
But why's everbody always pickin' on me？
{'Cause no one likes you Monkey Boy}
7.Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo
Lyricist：J Franks, J Hennegan
Vulcanize the whoopee stick
In the ham wallet
Cattle prod the oyster ditch
With the lap rocket
Batter dip the cranny ax
In the gut locker
Retrofit the pudding hatch
Ooh la la
With the boink swatter
If I get you in the loop when I make a point to be straight with
you then
In lieu of the innuendo in the end know my intent though
I Brazilian wax poetic so pathetically
I don't wanna beat around the bush
Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo
Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo
Marinate the nether rod
In the squish mitten
Power drill the yippee bog
With the dude piston
Pressure wash the quiver bone
In the bitch wrinkle
Cannonball the fiddle cove
Ooh la la
With the pork steeple
If I get you in the loop when I make a point to be straight with
you then
In lieu of the innuendo in the end know my intent though
I Brazilian wax poetic so pathetically
I don't wanna beat around the bush
Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo
Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo
Put the you know what in the you know where
Put the you know what in the you know where
Put the you know what in the you know where
Put the you know what in the you know where pronto
8.Balls Out
Lyricist：J Franks, M Stigliano
Potent is the flow which is wicked sick
So hos of those that pounce bounce slow on the dick
Potent is the flow which is wicked sick
So hos of those that pounce bounce slow on the dick
I don't give a shit about celebrity
But motherfuckers did ya happen to see who's here？ Me
The bottom feeder at the top of the food chain
Frontin' from the back of the line on some dud named
After car parts that as fast as a spark hitting gas
Starts a fire gets wired from barbs that
Cut like a jalapeno popper fart
Burnin' up an asshole that once riped apart
Punched hard but it ain't like I ever cared if I went
Too far as stitches left scars from more clowns bent
Outta shape than the cirque de soleil ever had so
Though he throws his weight around he's still in my shadow
In the dark so he doesn't know his girl remarked that I make her
Laugh on the inside but I can hear it later
With my dick as her other cunt gets screwed
In the process I got to get hot chicks nude
The payback is cum in fools' circles if it's
Those turnin' on those turnin' on the bitches
The payback is cum in fools' circles if it's
Those turnin' on those turnin' on the bitches
Balls out my life is a slut
This dick don't hit the bottom but I fuck the sides up
Balls out my life is a slut
This dick don't hit the bottom but I fuck the sides up
Potent is the flow which is wicked sick
So hos of those that pounce bounce slow on the dick
Potent is the flow which is wicked sick
So hos of those that pounce bounce slow on the dick
Thanks to you bitches I got more screams
Than David Arquette's resume what that means
Is my job involves getting' mobbed like John Gotti
Dressed to kill like I'm Gianni Versace
But I gotta be so when a gimp limps back for more
In a huff like that fat kid that had to sit out for
Every gym class due to his asthma that wore
One correctional shoe but still passed that I swore
I spotted at the smorgasbord sprintin' for seconds
That I reckon ain't as sloppy as the leftovers gettin'
Me clocked by blocked cock pissed my tryst with his missus
Got her panties in a bunch just like his is
That my face between her legs because that could be
What convinced this dick getting' hard I'm a pussy
But if that were my name I would have autographed her breasts
with
Motherfuckin' dollar signs instead of S's
The payback is cum in fools' circles if it's
Those turnin' on those turnin' on the bitches
The payback is cum in fools' circles if it's
Those turnin' on those turnin' on the bitches
Balls out my life is a slut
This dick don't hit the bottom but I fuck the sides up
Balls out my life is a slut
This dick don't hit the bottom but I fuck the sides up
Balls out my life is a slut
This dick don't hit the bottom but I fuck the sides up
Balls out my life is a slut
This dick don't hit the bottom but I fuck the sides up
Balls out my life is a slut
This dick don't hit the bottom but I fuck the sides up
Balls out my life is a slut
This dick don't hit the bottom but I fuck the sides up
9.Ralph Wiggum
Lyricist：R Appel, D Cohen, J Franks, J Frink, A Glazier, D Greaney, A
Jean, B Kelley, T Long, T Martin, I Maxtone-graham, G Meyer, J
O'brien, B Oakley, D Payne, J Reardon, J Sternin, J
Swartzwelder, J Ventimila, J Weinstein
I'm going to Africa
Yes ma'am I'm a brick
Was President Lincoln
Okay Mitten
There's a dog in the vent
Chicken necks
I pick Ken Griffey Jr.
I fell out two times
I'm pedaling backwards this
Snowflake tastes like fish sticks
We're a totem pole
Dying tickles
I heard a Frankenstein
Lives there she's touching my
Special area
Go banana
Ralphie, Ralphie
Get off, get off
The stage, the stage
Sweetheart, sweetheart
Oh, say can you rock？
I'm a pop sensation
I'm a pop sensation
Salmon gutter
I'm Idaho you smell like
Dead bunnies that's where I
Saw the leprechaun
Fun toys are fun
Chocolate microscopes
You're not it that is so
Nineteen ninety one
I bit my tongue
Ralphie, Ralphie
Get off, get off
The stage, the stage
Sweetheart, sweetheart
Oh, say can you rock？
I'm a pop sensation
I'm a pop sensation
Yvan eht nioj
Yvan eht nioj
Yvan eht nioj
Yvan eht nioj
Yvan eht nioj
Yvan eht nioj
Yvan eht nioj
Yvan eht nioj
My sash says Ultraman
10.I'm The Least You Could Do
Lyricist：James M Franks
It always sucks refolding the kind of map
Needed when I get stuck where the sun don't shine the fact
Is if I just shut up my rubbered stamp could flag you as dumb
It ain't your mind you're givin' me a piece of
As it don't take Einstein to know that's just obscene but
It's been Buck Rogers' time since I hit other than rock bottom
Even the odds of having you against me
With your crotchless jihad on blue balls evidently
Are all mighty good God so angel dust my soul like James Brown
Street legal whore hauling so much stunning ass
Sell yourself short like bridge at the bunny ranch
Do it all fours the satisfaction of getting fouled
I'm the least you could do
If only life were as easy as you
I'm the least you could do, oh yeah
If only life were as easy as you
I would still get screwed
I don't care if getting under someone that's
Beneath you fits the M.O. of conundrum as
You reckoned this was just a fancy word for rubbers
I aim to get a bang out of working your
Weak spot that sets the bar so low just nerve can score
With no respect since oddly danger feels like pay dirt
I'm the least you could do
If only life were as easy as you
I'm the least you could do, oh yeah
If only life were as easy as you
I'm the least you could do
If only life were as easy as you
I'm the least you could do, oh yeah
If only life were as easy as you
If only
When my fumbling breaks you should
I thank your dad for the damaged goods？
When my fumbling breaks you should
I thank your dad for the damaged goods？
When my fumbling breaks you should
I thank your dad for the damaged goods？
When my fumbling breaks you should
I thank your dad for the damaged goods？
11.Farting With A Walkman On
Lyricist：J Franks
I know you're gonna play me when you get wind
I heard you're full of shit so I've been duped again
But if you cover your ass with the same old song
You might as well be farting, farting with a walkman on
I know you're gonna play me when you get wind
I heard you're full of shit so I've been duped again
But if you cover your ass with the same old song
You might as well be farting, farting with a walkman on
I know you're gonna play me when you get wind
I heard you're full of shit so I've been duped again
But if you cover your ass with the same old song
You might as well be farting, farting with a walkman on
Give me a fuckin' break
Farting with a walkman on
Farting with a walkman on
Farting with a walkman on
Farting with a walkman on
12.Something Diabolical
Lyricist：H Dean, J Franks
Eventide rise for ritual
With the thrill of a kill vengefully the engine will
Roar forth steer the dead leave forced
Driven by fear shift gears veer towards
The foolishly equipped swift these
Failed bids breathed taillights from the crypt
Reflect upon the way beyond redemption
Let the necronometer beckon for the destined
Blessed when first lent sin then condemned to bear the burden
Of this curse the consequence of which can never be averted
Each tormented attempt that is made in vain
To evade this debt which is certain to be paid
Without question is met with a counter clocked surge
In reverse as if back-masked words of the black mass were
All heard by a clutch engaged
Over trails blazed to the western gates
Heaven may be running on empty yet the devil rides
Heaven may be running on empty yet the devil rides
Heaven may be running on empty yet the devil rides
Hell burns by angel turns her pillow to the cooler side
Something diabolical
Idle hands are bound for the
Damned once Sam went down to Georgia
Speed was forged of the divine salt
Mined from the vaults of flame by the lost
Named as those sought as faults rests beneath
The wrong that was spawned from the tired screech
Of essence halted engulfed in the scent of exhaustion
A false witness with the sensed end is brought
To bended knees when abandoned belief in
The mephistophelian plea for wicked unleashed sends
Heed to reap grim an infernally decreed repossession
Vested in the fallen creed called on to retrieve
Meed with the fueled intention of deprived intervention
The thundered calm that comes from the rattle of descension
Numbs the panicked from a havoc that reeks of oil
Barreling down this mortal coil
Heaven may be running on empty yet the devil rides
Heaven may be running on empty yet the devil rides
Heaven may be running on empty yet the devil rides
Hell burns by angel turns her pillow to the cooler side
Something diabolical
Tonight belongs to him, tonight belongs to him
Tonight belongs to him, tonight belongs to him
To him, to him, to him
13.Pennsylvania
Lyricist：J Franks
We are Cop Rock, we are Screech, we are Z. Cavaricci
We are laser-removed Tasmanian Devil tattoos
We are Third String, we are puck, we are Special People's Club
We are the half shirts with irreverent spring, break top ten
lists
We are munsoned, we are squat, we are flashing twelve o'clock
We are spread out butt cheeks, pulled apart so just the air
leaks
We are Ishtar, we are tab, we are no right turn on red
We are the mustaches, the Beatles grew when they dropped
You are the heart dotting I in the word apologize
Scribbled drunk on a postcard sent from somewhere volcanoes are
I am the heart with no name, airbrushed on the license plate
Of a Subaru that was registered in Pennsylvania
We are Zima, we are Barf, we are Cinderblock Yard Art
We are Baldwin Brothers, not the good one but the others
We are Amway, we are Shemp, we are Sir David of Brent
We are the Queef after a porn star breaks the record
You are the heart dotting I in the word apologize
Scribbled drunk on a postcard sent from somewhere volcanoes are
I am the heart with no name, airbrushed on the license plate
Of a Subaru that was registered in Pennsylvania
Do you even know what a wawa is, girl？
Do you even know what a wawa is？
Do you even know what a wawa is, girl？
Do you even know what a wawa is？
I'm in a state of P, A
14.Strictly For The Tardcore
Lyricist：James M Franks
Eminem's gotta cuss in his raps to sell records
Well, me too, so fuck Will Smith
That don't rhyme, drats
15.That Cough Came With A Prize
Lyricist：James M. Franks
16.No Hard Feelings (Birthday)
Lyricist：J Franks
Ain't my job to fuck you on your birthday
Ain't my job to fuck you on your birthday anymore
Ain't my job to fuck you on your birthday
Ain't my job to fuck you on your birthday anymore
Maybe you got screwed but I dumped you
'Cause you ain't nothin' but trash
I put out despite the fact that you're like a
Hawaiian Punch mustache
Right under my nose thinking
I'm so Colonel Klink oblivious
But how could I not see, you got off scot free
'Cause I know this means it
Ain't my job to fuck you on your birthday
Ain't my job to fuck you on your birthday anymore
Ain't my job to fuck you on your birthday
Ain't my job to fuck you on your birthday anymore
If I wanna be repeatedly, shit on
I'll go make Dutch porn
When roughly translated even your naked truth
Means squat and what's more
I'm missing you like a hijacked flight
On September 11th
I don't know who got on you but I'm not wrong
In thanking them since it
Ain't my job to fuck you on your birthday
Ain't my job to fuck you on your birthday anymore
Ain't my job to fuck you on your birthday
Ain't my job to fuck you on your birthday anymore
Maybe it ain't your birthday but then again
You know I wouldn't give a fuck
When what I should have got is over you sooner
So now I'm just gonna wrap it up
Maybe it ain't your birthday but then again
You know I wouldn't give a fuck
When what I should have got is over you sooner
So now I'm just gonna wrap it up
I'm just gonna wrap it up
I'm just gonna wrap it up
And I'm just gonna wrap it up
I'm just gonna wrap it up
I'm just gonna wrap it up
I'm just gonna wrap it up
And I'm just gonna wrap it up
I'm just gonna wrap it up
17.Overheard In A Wawa Parking Lot
Lyricist：J Franks
The only thing going down in this car
Is the window 'cause your pussy stank
18.Screwing You On The Beach At Night
Lyricist：Harry Dean, James Franks
Nothing heats up my jacuzzi like when
This used thong I found and bedazzled with gems
Brushes ever so gently against some boobs
I guess it's hard to believe that one man
Could have a ponytail this sensitive and
Distract an aggressive hawk that's cornered you
I know my haikus are freaking intense
But even the words I made up to sound French
Don't express my feelings for your toilet parts
I would show up for our pottery class
Dressed like a pirate with John Water's mustache
On a unicorn that shits your name in stars
Fucking's cool but Jimmy is a romantic type
Loitering on cliffs thinking about stuff like
Screwing you on the beach at night
Fucking's cool but Jimmy is a romantic type
Loitering on cliffs thinking about stuff like
Screwing you on the beach at night
One milkshake, two straws
Fucking's cool but Jimmy is a romantic type
Loitering on cliffs, thinking about stuff like
Screwing you on the beach at night
Fucking's cool but Jimmy is a romantic type
Loitering on cliffs, thinking about stuff like
Screwing you on the beach at night
Don't I sound so sexy？
Echo
Don't I sound so sexy？
Echo
Release the doves
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