1.Birdman Kicked My Ass
Lyricist：Wesley Willis
Bird man caught me on his property
He saw me trespassing his real estate
He reached into his pocket for a pistol
He came after me and pistol-whipped my behind
Bird man kicked my ass
Bird man kicked my ass
Bird man kicked my ass
Bird man kicked my ass
Bird man beat me to a pulp
He gave me a yell-down war hell ride
He told me that he was going to kill me if I don't get off his
real estate
He gave five minutes to get in my Bronco and hit the rookie road
Bird man kicked my ass
Bird man kicked my ass
Bird man kicked my ass
Bird man kicked my ass
At 10：00 pm, I drove my Bronco back to Bird man's real estate
I jumped over his fence after dark
I picked up a brick and shattered Bird man's window pane
Bird man sighted me doing it and reached for his pistol
Suddenly, I jumped back in my Bronco and took off like O. J.
Simpson
Bird man kicked my ass
Bird man kicked my ass
Bird man kicked my ass
Bird man kicked my ass
2.Cut the Mullet
Lyricist：Wesley Willis
Do something about your long filthy hair
It looks like a rat's nest
Do something about your mullet
Get out the hair clippers, jerk
Cut the mullet, cut the mullet
Cut the mullet, cut the mullet
Get the rat's nest off your head
Get that crazy ass mullet off your skull
Take your ass to the barber shop
Tell the barber that you're sick of looking like an asshole
Cut the mullet, cut the mullet
Cut the mullet, cut the mullet
The mullet is the reason that people hate you
They are sick of looking at your nappy wheat sack
Nobody wants to look at you with that mullet on your head
Why don't you cut that mullet you numskull？
Cut the mullet, cut the mullet
Cut the mullet, cut the mullet
3.Stop The Violence
Lyricist：Wesley Willis
Stop killing innocent people
Stop killing police officers
Stop shooting at policemen
Stop shooting bystanders with handguns
Stop the violence
Stop the violence
Stop the violence
Stop the violence
Stop shooting old ladies
Stop beating up FBI agents
Stop killing the postal workers
Stop shooting at cops
Keep your ass out of jail
Stop the violence
Stop the violence
Stop the violence
Stop the violence
Stop raping women for crying out loud
Stop killing little kids
Keep yourself out of prison
Stay the hell out of trouble
Stop the violence
Stop the violence
Stop the violence
Stop the violence
4.Kris Kringle Was A Car Thief
Lyricist：Wesley Willis
Once upon a time Kris Kringle stole a beat up Maverick parked
behind my house
He used a screwdriver to jimmy the lock
After that he jumped into the stolen car and started up the
motor
He drove away the stolen car in hot pursuit
Kris Kringle
Kris Kringle
Kris Kringle
Kris Kringle
Kris Kringle was a car thief
Kris Kringle sped down West Fullerton Avenue looking for hookers
He was firewalling the throttle
When the Chicago police officers spotted the stolen
Maverick as it soon passed them they turned on their sirens
Then they went after the beat up stolen Maverick
Kris Kringle
Kris Kringle
Kris Kringle
Kris Kringle
Kris Kringle was a car thief
The police pulled Kris Kringle over
Kris Kringle tried to escape from the police
He was arrested for auto theft
He was whisked away to jail
Kris Kringle
Kris Kringle
Kris Kringle
Kris Kringle
Kris Kringle was a car thief
Kris Kringle was a car thief
Kris Kringle was a car thief
Kris Kringle was a car thief
Rock over London, rock on Chicago
Mitsubishi - the word is getting around
5.Chronic Schizophrenia
Lyricist：Wesley Willis
My mind plays tricks on me every time I say something
It brings evil voices out of my head and talks to me vulgar
Then suddenly, I started raving
Chronic schizophrenia, chronic schizophrenia
Chronic schizophrenia, chronic schizophrenia
But when I have bad luck
I'll always hear evil voices talking to me vulgar
Everywhere I go riding on the CTA bus, all I hear is vulgarity
I hear no music at all
Chronic schizophrenia, chronic schizophrenia
Chronic schizophrenia, chronic schizophrenia
Riding in the streets with no music sucks
Everywhere I go, I cruise the streets being called an asshole
Plus I'm being ridiculed and called a bum and called stupid
Chronic schizophrenia, chronic schizophrenia
Chronic schizophrenia, chronic schizophrenia
Rock over London, rock on Chicago
Pontiac, we build excitement
6.Suck A Cheetah's Dick
Lyricist：Wesley Willis
Suck a polar bear's funky ass
Suck a racehorse's cock with Heinz Tomato Ketchup
Suck a donkey's shitty ass
Suck a male camel's dick with Hoisen sauce
Suck a cheetah's dick
Suck a cheetah's dick
Suck a cheetah's dick
Suck a cheetah's dick
Suck a European bison's smelly ass
Suck a woolly mammoth's dick with Miracle Whip
Suck a snow leopard's ass with whip cream
Suck a hyena's spermy dick
Suck a cheetah's dick
Suck a cheetah's dick
Suck a cheetah's dick
Suck a cheetah's dick
Suck a llama's shitty asshole
Suck a panda bear's spermy nutsack
Suck a sloth bear's bootyhole
Suck a greyhound's musty ass, mothafucka
Suck a cheetah's dick
Suck a cheetah's dick
Suck a cheetah's dick
Suck a cheetah's dick
Polaroid, see what develops
7.Fuck You
Lyricist：Wesley Willis
Let me find another job
It doesn't pay me enough money at all
I want a better one
I'm going to tell you this
Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you
Take this job and shove it
I'm not working for you anymore
Stick it up your ass
Suck my damn dick, asshole
Fuck your crummy ass, jerk
Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you
Get your paws off me
Get the fuck away from me
Take your bullshit somewhere else
Jump into your hot rod
And hit the road, asshole
Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you
Diet Pepsi, uh-huh
8.Kill Whitey
Lyricist：Billie Joe Armstrong, Michael Pritchard, Frank E., Iii Wright
You are no good
You are a fucking asshole
You are a real jerk
You are a miserable creep
Kill Whitey
Kill Whitey
Kill Whitey
Kill Whitey
You are full of shit
You are a no good rotten bum
You are a good for nothing scalawag
You bring me damaging disharmony in my life
By cussing at me for no reason at all
Kill Whitey
Kill Whitey
Kill Whitey
Kill Whitey
You are full of dog shit
You are a stupid mother fucker
You are a low down schmuck
So suck a camel's ass, you mother fucker
Kill Whitey
Kill Whitey
Kill Whitey
Kill Whitey
9.Alanis Morissette
Lyricist：Wesley L Willis
Found on Fabian Road Warrior
You are a rock star
You are a rock legend to the max
You can really knock it out
You can really wupp a horse's ass
Alanis Morissette
Alanis Morissette
Alanis Morissette
Alanis Morissette
You are a rocking maniac
You are a singing hyena
You are a rock star in Jesus' name
You can really rock Saddam Hussein's ass
Alanis Morissette
Alanis Morissette
Alanis Morissette
Alanis Morissette
You are my sweet woman to the end
You are my honey lover to the max
You are my sweetheart for years to come
You are so lovable to me in the long run
Alanis Morissette
Alanis Morissette
Alanis Morissette
Alanis Morissette
Taco Bell, make a run for the border
10.Rock And Roll Mcdonald'S
Lyricist：Wesley L Willis
McDonalds is the place to rock
It is a restaurant where they buy food to eat
It is a good place to listen to the music
People flock here to get down to the rock music
Rock and roll, McDonalds
Rock and roll, McDonalds
Rock and roll, McDonalds
Rock and roll, McDonalds
McDonalds will make you fat
They serve Big Macs
They serve Quarter-Pounders
They will put pounds on you
Rock and roll, McDonalds
Rock and roll, McDonalds
Rock and roll, McDonalds
Rock and roll, McDonalds
McDonalds hamburgers are the worst
They are worse than Burger King
A Big Mac has 26 grams of fat
A Quarter-Pounder has 28 grams of fat
Rock and roll, McDonalds
Rock and roll, McDonalds
Rock and roll, McDonalds
Rock and roll, McDonalds
11.Rick Sims
Lyricist：Wesley Willis
You are my rock star
You can really sing your ass off
You can really jam harder like the Magikist
I love the way you sing
Rick Sims
Rick Sims
Rick Sims
Rick Sims
You are the best man in the long run
I love the way you cuss
I love the way you clown around
You love being happy
Rick Sims
Rick Sims
Rick Sims
Rick Sims
I've loved the way you cuss the crowd
This means you are telling them something
I love the way you tell the stupid son of a bitches to fuck off
Right on, brother
Rick Sims
Rick Sims
Rick Sims
Rick Sims
Rock over London, rock on Chicago
Folgers, it's good to the last drop
12.Jello Biafra
Lyricist：Wesley Willis
You are a good punk rocker
You are a singing maniac
You can really sing your ass up to the max
You are a good person
Jello Biafra
Jello Biafra
Jello Biafra
Jello Biafra
You are a rock and roller
You used to be the lead singer of the Dead Kennedy's
You sing for the band, Lard
Keep on whooping it up
Jello Biafra
Jello Biafra
Jello Biafra
Jello Biafra
You are so friendly in the mix
You are my great man on the run
You are a good person from the south
Jello Biafra
Jello Biafra
Jello Biafra
Jello Biafra
Rock on London
Rock on Chicago
Sprint, be there now
13.Elvis Presley
Lyricist：Wesley Willis
Elvis Presley was a rock star
He was the greatest
He can sing his ass off
Right on, brother
Elvis Presley
Elvis Presley
Elvis Presley
Elvis Presley
He is my greatest singer
He was my kind of guy
He can really rock
He can rock this place apart
Elvis Presley
Elvis Presley
Elvis Presley
Elvis Presley
That man can sing great
That was the tone of his voice
He can really get down
He can really get in the groove
Elvis Presley
Elvis Presley
Elvis Presley
Elvis Presley
Car quest, you're welcome to the pros
14.Northwest Airlines
Lyricist：Wesley Willis
Once upon a time, I took an airplane
I went to San Diego, California
That was a three hour trip
I've enjoyed myself, flying in the air
Northwest Airlines
Northwest Airlines
Northwest Airlines
Northwest Airlines
Northwest Airlines
While I was in the air, I had fun
The airplane was at an altitude
Of 35,000 feet, it was a long trip
It was a fun flight
Northwest Airlines
Northwest Airlines
Northwest Airlines
Northwest Airlines
Northwest Airlines
The people on the airplane were nice
I chatted with them a lot
I was having a fun time
It was a good flight
Northwest Airlines
Northwest Airlines
Northwest Airlines
Northwest Airlines
Northwest Airlines
Rock over London
Rock on Chicago
American Airlines
We mean business in Chicago
15.Rock And Roll McDonalds
Lyricist：Wesley L Willis
McDonalds is a place to rock
It is a place where they buy food to eat
It is a good place to listen to the music
People flock here to listen to the rock music
Rock and roll, McDonalds
Rock and roll, McDonalds
Rock and roll, McDonalds
Rock and roll, McDonalds
McDonalds will make you fat
They serve Big Macs
They serve quarter pounders
They will put pounds on you
Rock and roll, McDonalds
Rock and roll, McDonalds
Rock and roll, McDonalds
Rock and roll, McDonalds
McDonalds' hamburgers are the worst
They are worse than Burger King
A Big Mac has 26 grams of fat
A quarter pounder has 28 grams of fat
Rock and roll, McDonalds
Rock and roll, McDonalds
Rock and roll, McDonalds
Rock and roll, McDonalds
Rock on in London
Rock on Chicago
Wheaties, Breakfast of Champions
16.The Chicken Cow
Lyricist：Wesley Willis
This beast comes out when it is 25 degrees below zero
It can rip your head off
It can fly as high as a bird
It can bite your face
The chicken cow
The chicken cow
The chicken cow
The chicken cow
This beast killed as many as 100,000 people
It's wings can flap like a bird
It can break a glass
It can also stab you in the ass
The chicken cow
The chicken cow
The chicken cow
The chicken cow
This beast attacked my brother
It stabbed him in the ass while he was in the cold
His hands were frostbitten
His hands were also numb
The chicken cow
The chicken cow
The chicken cow
The chicken cow
Rock over London
Rock on Chicago
Blockbuster video
Wow, what a difference
17.Oprah Winfrey
Lyricist：Wesley Willis
You are a movie star
You are a rich woman
You are a talk show queen
You are so sweet as Domino sugar
Oprah Winfrey
Oprah Winfrey
Oprah Winfrey
Oprah Winfrey
You are so pretty like a flower
You are a cute woman
You are a smart woman
You can really flap your yap off
Oprah Winfrey
Oprah Winfrey
Oprah Winfrey
Oprah Winfrey
You are too good to be true
You are so talented doing the Oprah Winfrey Show
You can really make an honest dollar
At Harpo studios
Oprah Winfrey
Oprah Winfrey
Oprah Winfrey
Oprah Winfrey
Rock on in London
Rock on in Chicago
Johnny Rockets
It's the original hamburger
18.Vampire Bat
Lyricist：Wesley Willis
Once upon a time
A man was attacked by a vampire bird
He was sucked to death
The vampire bird killed him at last
Vampire bat, vampire bat
Vampire bat, vampire bat
Vampire bat
The lake of fire tore his ass up
He was burning to the crisp
He was cast into the lake
Of burning flame
Vampire bat, vampire bat
Vampire bat, vampire bat
Vampire bat
After the vampire bird sucked blood out of me
He started stabbing me in my ass
Then three more vampire birds stabbed me in my ass too
They sucked the blood out of me, killing me
Vampire bat, vampire bat
Vampire bat, vampire bat
Vampire bat
Rock over London, rock on, Chicago
Folgers, it's good to the last drop
19.Oil Express
Lyricist：Wesley Willis
Once upon a time, I drove my car to the station
I was getting my oil change
They done it in thirty minutes
They did a good job of changing my oil
Oil Express, Oil Express
Oil Express, Oil Express
Oil Express
The oil change cost me fifteen dollars
The price was very affordable
The job was done
It was done right
Oil Express, Oil Express
Oil Express, Oil Express
Oil Express
The oil change was finished
I was back on the road again
I was driving down the lane
I was fire walling the throttle
Oil Express, Oil Express
Oil Express, Oil Express
Oil Express
Rock over London, Rock on Chicago
Allstate, you're in good hands
20.Rock N Roll McDonald's
Lyricist：Wesley L Willis
McDonald's is the place to rock
It is a restaurant where they buy food to eat
It is a good place to listen to the music
People flock here to get down to the rock music
Rock n Roll McDonald's
Rock n Roll McDonald's
Rock n Roll McDonald's
Rock n Roll McDonald's
McDonald's will make you fat
They serve Big Macs
They serve Quarter-Pounders
They will put pounds on you
Rock n Roll McDonald's
Rock n Roll McDonald's
Rock n Roll McDonald's
Rock n Roll McDonald's
McDonald's hamburgers are the worst
They are worse than Burger King
A Big Mac has twenty-six grams of fat
A Quarter-Pounder has twenty-eight grams of fat
Rock n Roll McDonald's
Rock n Roll McDonald's
Rock n Roll McDonald's
Rock n Roll McDonald's
Rock on London
Rock on Chicago
Wheaties, breakfast of champions
21.Aftab Noorani
Lyricist：Wesley Willis
You are a nice doctor
You are my grateful one
You are my man
You are the greatest
Aftab Noorani
Aftab Noorani
Aftab Noorani
Aftab Noorani
You gave me a shot of Prolixin
You are calming me down
I like you a lot
I like you well
Aftab Noorani
Aftab Noorani
Aftab Noorani
Aftab Noorani
You've discharged me from the hospital
I'm so glad to be free
After staying in the hospital five days
I was discharged from the unit
Suddenly, I am a free man
Aftab Noorani
Aftab Noorani
Aftab Noorani
Aftab Noorani
The heartbeat of America
That's today's Chevrolet
22.Eat That Mule Shit
Lyricist：Wesley Willis
Suck a hyena's ass
Suck a racehorse's dick
Suck a cheetah's ass
Lick a horse's asshole
Eat that mule shit
Eat that mule shit
Eat that mule shit
Eat that mule shit
Suck a snow leopard's ass
Suck a mountain goat's dick
Suck a caribou's asshole out
Eat that antelope shit and die, jerk
Eat that mule shit
Eat that mule shit
Eat that mule shit
Eat that mule shit
Suck a baboon's ass
Suck a male camel's dick
Suck a Doberman pincer's cock
Suck a reindeer's smelly ass, mothafucka
Eat that mule shit
Eat that mule shit
Eat that mule shit
Eat that mule shit
Rent a center, it's the one store that has it all
23.Pantera
Lyricist：Wesley Willis
This band played at the Aragon
About 4,000 people were at the show
The metal rock was awesome
Their heavy death metal
Was kicking a horse's ass
Pantera
The metal band played it on
The metal band whipped it up
The crowd roared like a lion
They can really rock the nation
Pantera
The show was over
A lot of people met the band
The metal rock show was a blessing
The jam session was whipping on a horse's ass
Pantera
Rock over London, rock on Chicago
Western Union, it's the fastest
Way to send money
24.Carla Winterbottom
Lyricist：Wesley Willis
I love you
You are my friend
You are my sweetheart
You are my lover
I love you like a stick of butter
Carla Winterbottom
Carla Winterbottom
Carla Winterbottom
Carla Winterbottom
You are so beautiful
You are my starship
You are my kind of woman
You are my friend in Jesus
I love you my sweet
Carla Winterbottom
Carla Winterbottom
Carla Winterbottom
Carla Winterbottom
You are my shining star
You are my best friend
You are so pretty
I love you like a milkshake
You are my kind of lover
Carla Winterbottom
Carla Winterbottom
Carla Winterbottom
Carla Winterbottom
Rock over London
Rock on Chicago
Music land, we got what's hot
25.He Goes To Prison
Lyricist：Wesley Willis
Once upon a time, a drug dealer was arrested for selling dope
He was charged with selling cannabis
He was beaten to a pulp before being whisked away to jail
He goes to prison
He goes to prison
He goes to prison
He goes to prison
When John Cook went to court, he was arraigned
He was also prosecuted
Evidence showed that he was caught selling crack on the street
He goes to prison
He goes to prison
He goes to prison
He goes to prison
John Cook was found guilty of possession of cannabis
The sentencing date was set
He received three years in prison
He goes to prison
He goes to prison
He goes to prison
He goes to prison
Pontiac, we build excitement
26.New Bomb Turks
Lyricist：Wesley Willis
This band played at Gus Gus Hall
About 400 people were at the show
The rock show was awesome
The jam was excellent
New bomb Turks
The band played it on
The band got down like a magikist
The crowd roared like a lion
The rock show was kicking a mule's ass
New bomb Turks
The show was over at last
A lot of people met the band
The rock n roll was perfect
The jam was whooping a horse's ass
New bomb Turks
Rock over London
Rock on, Chicago
Wrigley Field
Come on and see the cubbies play
27.Dale Meiners
Lyricist：Wesley Willis
It's Saturday, March 9, 1996 at 1：00 PM
Me and my band went to Lawrence, Kansas to play a rock show
It was a two and a half hour trip
At 3：30 PM, me and my band pulled up by the Bottleneck at 737
New Hampshire Street
Dale Meiners yelled at me
Dale Meiners yelled at me
Dale Meiners yelled at me
Dale Meiners yelled at me
At 8：55 PM, me and my band ran a sound check for tonight's rock
show
At 9：00 PM, about 400 people crowded the venue
Suddenly, me and my band got on stage and rocked the jam session
It was a great show
Dale Meiners yelled at me
Dale Meiners yelled at me
Dale Meiners yelled at me
Dale Meiners yelled at me
At 1：30 AM on March 10, 1996, I bragged about doing
A keyboard solo show when I come back to town
Suddenly, Dale Meiners got mad at me
He yelled at me for dissing my band at 2：00 AM
He gave me a war hell ride by calling me a fucking asshole
Dale Meiners yelled at me
Dale Meiners yelled at me
Dale Meiners yelled at me
Dale Meiners yelled at me
The home depot, it's America's home improvement warehouse
28.Electra 225
Lyricist：Wesley Willis
Go jump in the lake
Make a fat man happy
I rock this motherfucking place apart
I will do just that with a cinch
Electra 225
Electra 225
Electra 225
Electra 225
John Snap hit me in the head with a bottle
Then he jumped into his rod
Before that, he overpowered me
And hit me with a billy club
He did
Electra 225
Electra 225
Electra 225
Electra 225
When the police car pulled up
John Snap was arrested and taken
To jail after he told the police
Officers to suck his dick
He was drunk like a drunkard
He was so motherfucking high
He was so motherfucking
Drunk like a drunkard
Electra 225
Electra 225
Electra 225
Electra 225
Kraft macaroni and cheese
It's the cheesiest
29.Don't Curse In God's House
Lyricist：Wesley Willis
Once upon a time, I was cursing in Morning Star Baptist Church
I called the evangelist a stupid crucifuck
Reverend Richard Price preached about my vulgar language
He told the congregation in the sanctuary that I got a nasty,
filthy mouth
Don't curse in God's house
Don't curse in God's house
Don't curse in God's house
Don't curse in God's house
At this time, I told the preacher to fuck off
I told Reverend Richard Price to suck a male camel's dick
Suddenly, he ordered one of the deacons to throw me out of
church
He then escorted me to the door
Don't curse in God's house
Don't curse in God's house
Don't curse in God's house
Don't curse in God's house
When I went to church that same Sunday, I picked up a beating
stick
I went up to the pulpit and clocked Reverend Richard Price in
the head
He fell to the floor
Suddenly, the police was chasing me out of church
After I called the preacher an asshole
Don't curse in God's house
Don't curse in God's house
Don't curse in God's house
Don't curse in God's house
Hardees, we're out to win you over
30.Plug Me Full Of Holes
Lyricist：Wesley Willis
Pull out a .38 caliber revolver
Aim that weapon at me
Plunder me of my money
Hit me with a gunshot
Plug me full of holes
Plug me full of holes
Plug me full of holes
Plug me full of holes
Level a gun at my head
Pull the goddamn trigger
Blow my fucking head off
Snuff the lights out of me
Plug me full of holes
Plug me full of holes
Plug me full of holes
Plug me full of holes
Introduce me to my grave
Take my everlasting life with a pistol
Destroy my ass from the earth completely
Dumpster my body, mothafucka
Plug me full of holes
Plug me full of holes
Plug me full of holes
Plug me full of holes
31.You Better Find My Pistol
Lyricist：Wesley Willis
Where's my Smith and Wesson
What did you do with it？
Find my Smith ＆ Wesson or else
If you don't search for it
I'm going to crack your head with my karate stick
You better find my pistol
You better find my pistol
You better find my pistol
You better find my pistol
Where did you hide my Smith ＆ Wesson？
Where did you hide it at？
I know one thing, you asshole
Find my pistol or I'll crack your head
With my karate stick
You better find my pistol
You better find my pistol
You better find my pistol
You better find my pistol
Look it your closet for my Smith ＆ Wesson
Look in your dresser drawer for it
My Smith ＆ Wesson better come up
If it doesn't come up, I'm going to crack your skull
And put you in the hospital
You better find my pistol
You better find my pistol
You better find my pistol
You better find my pistol
McDonalds, what you want is what you get
32.2 X 4
Lyricist：Wesley Willis
Thank God, for how I'm learning how to live
That's the ticket
That's the way of the world
That's the spirit
2 x 4, 2 x 4
2 x 4, 2 x 4
I'm going to hit you with a 2 x 4
Johnny Rotten hit me
Upside the head with a billy club
He also knocked me to the ground
He also shot me with his BB gun
2 x 4, 2 x 4
2 x 4, 2 x 4
I'm going to hit you with a 2 x 4
The electric eel
Shocked the hell out of me
He also blew me out of the water
He did, thanks to his ass
2 x 4, 2 x 4
2 x 4, 2 x 4
I'm going to hit you with a 2 x 4
Pontiac, we build excitement
33.Dumpster My Ass
Lyricist：Wesley Willis
Pull out a .38 caliber revolver
Level it at my head
Tree my ass and plunder me
Of my cash money
Hit me with a gunshot
Dumpster my ass
Dumpster my ass
Dumpster my ass
Dumpster my ass
Plug me full of holes
Pump me full of lead
Gun me down in execution style
Throw my body in a ditch
Dumpster my ass
Dumpster my ass
Dumpster my ass
Dumpster my ass
Introduce me to my grave
Deprive me of my life
Snuff it out of me
Leave me dead in the alley
Dumpster my ass
Dumpster my ass
Dumpster my ass
Dumpster my ass
Aldi, it's the stock up store
34.I Murdered Your Family
Lyricist：Wesley Willis
Once upon a time, I went on a murder spree
I was on a shooting rampage
I came to your house with my Smith ＆ Wesson
I was a stupid ass drunk when I was trigger happy
I murdered your family
I murdered your family
I murdered your family
I murdered your family
At 12：00 midnight, I invaded your home
I capped your brother and sister
I then stalked your mom and dad with the same handgun
Suddenly, I capped both of them in the head
I murdered your family
I murdered your family
I murdered your family
I murdered your family
When the police pulled up, I was done for
They arrested me on four murder charges
They carted me off to jail
They locked me up for killing four innocent people
I murdered your family
I murdered your family
I murdered your family
I murdered your family
Ocean spray crave the wave
35.Run Westy Run
Lyricist：Wesley Willis
This band played at the Metro
About 800 people were at the show
The rock show was awesome
The rock and roll was a burnout
Run, Westy, run
Run, Westy, run
Run, Westy, run
Run, Westy, run
The band played it on
The band got down like a magikist
The crowd roared like a lion, the jam was excellent
The show was whupping a horse's ass
Run, Westy, run
Run, Westy, run
Run, Westy, run
Run, Westy, run
The show was over
A lot of people met the band
The rock show was out of this world
The jam session was perfect
Run, Westy, run
Run, Westy, run
Run, Westy, run
Run, Westy, run
Denny's, it's more for your money
36.Get On The Bus
Lyricist：Wesley Willis
Let's ride the city bus
Let's ride it clean on the yellow line
Ride the circuit rapid transit
Ride it on the road to Utopia
Get on the bus
Get on the bus
Get on the bus
Get on the bus
The 22 Clark bus approached Fullerton Parkway
The city bus was ready to move
The passengers boarded the city bus
When the stoplight turned green
The 22 Clark bus took off
Get on the bus
Get on the bus
Get on the bus
Get on the bus
The 22 Clark bus passed me up
I picked up a rock and threw it at the bus
Then I called the bus driver a fucking jerk
I told him to suck a camel's ass and fuck off
Get on the bus
Get on the bus
Get on the bus
Get on the bus
Diet Pepsi, uh-huh
37.Louis Farrakhan
Lyricist：Wesley Willis
You are my friend
You are my preacher
I like you a lot
I like the way you preach
About the Nation of Islam
Louis Farrakhan, Louis Farrakhan
Louis Farrakhan, Louis Farrakhan
I love the way you talk about the Islamic Nation
I love the way you talk about the people of Islam
I love the way you talk about the black Muslims
I love the way you talk shit about the Islamic Nation
Louis Farrakhan, Louis Farrakhan
Louis Farrakhan, Louis Farrakhan
I love the way you preach at the Islamic temple
I love the way you talk about the American people
I love the way you preach all over the world
I love the way you talk about the nation of Islam
Louis Farrakhan, Louis Farrakhan
Louis Farrakhan, Louis Farrakhan
Rock over London
Rock on Chicago
The Alley, Chicago
It's the alternative shopping complex
38.Bon Jovi
Lyricist：Wesley Willis
This band played at The Vic
About 1400 people were at the show
It whooped the ram's ass
Bon Jovi
Bon Jovi
Bon Jovi
Bon Jovi
The band played it on
The band got down like a Magikist
The crowd roared like a lion
The jam session whipped the ram's ass
Bon Jovi
Bon Jovi
Bon Jovi
Bon Jovi
The rock show was over at last
A lot of people met the band
The rock show was awesome
It was a great show at 'The Vic'
Bon Jovi
Bon Jovi
Bon Jovi
Bon Jovi
Rock over London
Rock on, Chicago
Rolling Stones
39.Hell Greyhound Bus Ride
Lyricist：Wesley Willis
It's Wednesday, April 2, 1997, at 12：00 PM
I took a Greyhound bus to Des Moines, Iowa
It was a six-hour profanity demon hell ride
At 6：00 PM, the Greyhound bus
Arrived at the Des Moines bus station
Two of my music fans picked me up
And drove me to Fort Dodge, Iowa
Hell greyhound bus ride
Hell greyhound bus ride
Hell greyhound bus ride
Hell greyhound bus ride
At 2：00 PM on Friday, April 4, 1997
I went on a radio show joyride
I whipped out my Technics KN3000 keyboard
And sung four rock songs on 88.1 KICB
At 6：30 PM, I rode with my friends
To Knights of Columbus for sound checking
At 9：30 PM, I got up on stage and sung
Twenty rock songs in front of 200 rock fans
Hell greyhound bus ride
Hell greyhound bus ride
Hell greyhound bus ride
Hell greyhound bus ride
At 11：20 AM on Saturday, April 5, 1997
I caught the Greyhound bus to Chicago, Illinois
The Greyhound bus left Des Moines, Iowa at 11：30 AM
It was an eight-hour profanity demon hell ride without music
At 7：30 PM, the Greyhound bus
Arrived at the Chicago bus station
I then got off the intercity bus
And yelled like a stupid fool
Hell greyhound bus ride
Hell greyhound bus ride
Hell greyhound bus ride
Hell greyhound bus ride
Kinkos, it's the new way to office
40.Jadroplov
Lyricist：Wesley Willis
Reverend Henry E. Miller
Kicked William Bell in the ass
He said he called him a fucking asshole
And stole nine thousand
Dollars from his pulpit
He wanted to have him thrown in jail
He also wanted to press felony
Charges of robbery against him
Jadroplov
Jadroplov
Jadroplov
Jadroplov
Reverend Henry E. Miller called the police on William Bell
Twenty minutes later, a police car showed up on his ass
The preacher told the police to whisk him away to jail
The preacher pressed robbery charges against William Bell
Jadroplov
Jadroplov
Jadroplov
Jadroplov
Reverend Henry Miller went to court
He prosecuted William Bell
But eleven weeks later, a jury found
William Bell not guilty of robbery
Reverend Henry Miller was mad
As a motherfucker
Jadroplov
Jadroplov
Jadroplov
Jadroplov
Coke is it
41.John Dillard
Lyricist：Wesley Willis
John Dillard was an asshole
He was a real stupid jerk
He attacked me with a box cutter
As I exited the 4 Cottage Grove bus
What a stupid-ass motherfucker
John Dillard
John Dillard
John Dillard
John Dillard
At this time, I was cursing back
At my mean schizophrenia voices
They were shattering me with profane language
They brought me damaging disharmony in my life
But I was sorry for my bullshit
John Dillard
John Dillard
John Dillard
John Dillard
This incident happened on August 31, 1991
At 10：00 PM on a Saturday night
I rode the 4 Cottage Grove bus
Talking back to my mean voices
Suddenly, John Dillard mistook
My curses as an insult
He whipped out a box cutter on me
And followed me to the exit door
He chased after me as I got off the bus
Slashing me in the face and back
John Dillard
John Dillard
John Dillard
John Dillard
The exclusive company
Save with me
42.Walter Willis Shabazz
Lyricist：Wesley Willis
You are my father
I am your son
I love you a lot
You are on my side
Walter Willis Shabazz
Walter Willis Shabazz
Walter Willis Shabazz
Walter Willis Shabazz
You are a nice man
You are a good man
You are the greatest man of all
You are a good daddy
Walter Willis Shabazz
Walter Willis Shabazz
Walter Willis Shabazz
Walter Willis Shabazz
You are my godfather
I am your godson
I told my friends about how nice you are
You really are a nice man
Walter Willis Shabazz
Walter Willis Shabazz
Walter Willis Shabazz
Walter Willis Shabazz
Rice-a-Roni, it's the San Francisco Treat
43.Bushwick Bill
Lyricist：Wesley Willis
You are a gangster rapper
You are a gangster rap artist
You can really knock it out
You can really whip a camel's ass
Bushwick Bill
Bushwick Bill
Bushwick Bill
Bushwick Bill
Keep on playing that gangster rap music
Groove it on the jack move
Rock it like a magickist
Rock harder like a magickist
Bushwick Bill
Bushwick Bill
Bushwick Bill
Bushwick Bill
Your gangster rap music is the willpower to our artwork
The music will harmonize me
The jam session keeps me on the move
Your gangster rap music will take me on a joyride
Bushwick Bill
Bushwick Bill
Bushwick Bill
Bushwick Bill
CompUSA, it's the computer superstore
44.I Done A Poor Job
Lyricist：Wesley Willis
It's Monday, February 5, 1996
At 11：00 AM, Eastern Time
Me and my band went to East Orange
New Jersey for a WFMU radio show
It was a 40 minute trip
At 11：55 AM
Me and my band pulled up
By the college station
I done a poor job
I done a poor job
I done a poor job
I done a poor job
At 1：55 PM
My band ran a ground test with a riff
Fifteen minutes later
I lapsed in the sound booth
I set my rock keyboard up
And played two solo songs
It was a false start
I done a poor job
I done a poor job
I done a poor job
I done a poor job
At 2：30 PM
I started rocking hard with my band
I didn't sing a perfect set
I wasted my band members' time
At 3：30 PM
Dale Meiners yelled at me
For screwing up the rock set
He gave me a war hell ride
As we left the radio station
I done a poor job
I done a poor job
I done a poor job
I done a poor job
Diet Pepsi, uh huh
45.Bill Clinton
Lyricist：Wesley Willis
You are so nice to me
You are on my side
You are the man with the Midas touch
You are on my side with the Midas touch
Bill Clinton
Bill Clinton
Bill Clinton
Bill Clinton
You are the man who has the plans
You have the ability to put people to work
You are the President of the United States
I like you a lot and I will award you
Bill Clinton
Bill Clinton
Bill Clinton
Bill Clinton
You are so nice to me
A lot of people across the US work for you
You are so great in the long run
You are on my side at last
Bill Clinton
Bill Clinton
Bill Clinton
Bill Clinton
Guitar Center, it's the musician's choice
46.Al Capone
Lyricist：Wesley Willis
Al Capone was a hoodlum
He was a gangster
He kills people in gangland style
He is a stupid asshole, he is full of shit
Al Capone, Al Capone
Al Capone, Al Capone
Al Capone gunned down my brother
He killed him with an Uzi submachine gun
He plugged twenty bullets in him
He stole his hotrod
Al Capone, Al Capone
Al Capone, Al Capone
Al Capone beat two men to death with a baseball bat
He smashed both of them over the head
At the age of 46, he was a stupid jackass
Al Capone is a no-good asshole
Al Capone, Al Capone
Al Capone, Al Capone
Rock over London, rock on Chicago
Wal-Mart, it's always the low price, always
47.Suck My Dog's Dick
Lyricist：Wesley Willis
Lick a camel's ass
Lick a moose's dick
Suck my doggie's cock
Suck a honey badger's ass
Suck my dog's dick
Suck my dog's dick
Suck my dog's dick
Suck my dog's dick
Suck a racehorse's booty hole
Suck a snow leopard's ass
Suck a constipated goat's dick
Suck my Doberman Pinscher's cock
Suck my dog's dick
Suck my dog's dick
Suck my dog's dick
Suck my dog's dick
Suck a jackass's dick
Suck a buffalo's ass, fucking jerk
Suck my dog's dick
Suck my dog's dick
Suck my dog's dick
Suck my dog's dick
Rock over London
Rock on Chicago
Goose Island
It's Chicago's Crab Brewer
48.Ford Windstar
Lyricist：Wesley Willis
This van has some featuring options
It is a recreation van
I go across the city by driving around town
I love driving this mean machine
Ford Windstar
Ford Windstar
Ford Windstar
Ford Windstar
I drove this van to Green Bay, Wisconsin
I took my family on a camping trip
I drove 326 miles to Chicago
I was firewalling the throttle
Ford Windstar
Ford Windstar
Ford Windstar
Ford Windstar
I was cruising the highway
I was going eighty miles per hour
Suddenly, a Wisconsin state trooper pulled me over
He asked me to show my driver's license
After that, he let me go
Ford Windstar
Ford Windstar
Ford Windstar
Ford Windstar
Northwest Airlines, some people just know how to fly
49.I'm Shooting Out Your Lights
Lyricist：Wesley Willis
Look out as I speak, buddy boy
I'm going to pump you full of lead
I'm going to kill you as I speak
I'm going to shoot your head off
I'm shooting out your lights
I'm shooting out your lights
I'm shooting out your lights
I'm shooting out your lights
You are going to be blown away
You are going to be killed
You are not going to see daylight
I'm going to spray you with my .38
I'm shooting out your lights
I'm shooting out your lights
I'm shooting out your lights
I'm shooting out your lights
You are going to be introduced to your grave
You are going to be deprived of your life
You are not going to see traffic again
I'm going to destroy you from this earth
I'm shooting out your lights
I'm shooting out your lights
I'm shooting out your lights
I'm shooting out your lights
Ensoniq, it's the technology that performs
50.Poppies
Lyricist：Wesley Willis
This band played at the Casbah
About 150 people were at the show
The show was great
The concert was a jam
The Poppies
The Poppies
The Poppies
The Poppies
The band played it on
The crowd roared
The show was a smash hit
The jam was terrific
The Poppies
The Poppies
The Poppies
The Poppies
The show was over
The jam was perfect
The rock n' roll music was perfect
The jam was out of this world
The show was excellent
The Poppies
The Poppies
The Poppies
The Poppies
Rock over London, rock on Chicago
Budweiser, it's the king of beers
51.The Frogs
Lyricist：Pat Barnard, Dale Meiners, Brendan Murphy, Dave Nooks, Wesley
Willis
This band played at the Empty Bottle
About 200 people were at the show
The jam session was awesome
It whipped a pony's ass
The Frogs
The Frogs
The Frogs
The Frogs
The Frogs
The Frogs
The Frogs
The Frogs
The band played it on
The band got down like a magikist
The crowd roared like a lion
The jam session wupped a horse's ass
The Frogs
The Frogs
The Frogs
The Frogs
The Frogs
The Frogs
The Frogs
The Frogs
The rock show was over at last
A lot of people met the band
The jam session was awesome
It whipped a jackass with a belt
It was a jam session
I like them
I like them
They're my favorite band in the whole wide world
They're fine dressers
They're nice guys
They're on this record on the other side
The Frogs
The Frogs
The Frogs
The Frogs
The Frogs
The Frogs
The Frogs
The Frogs
The Frogs
The Frogs
The Frogs
The Frogs
The Frogs
The Frogs
The Frogs
The Frogs
Arbys, different is good
Rock Saddam Hussein's ass
52.My Daddy Got Me High
Lyricist：Wesley Willis
Once upon a time
I started smoking crack at age thirty
My daddy started me on it
I got my kicks doing drugs
Here's what I have to say
My daddy got me high
My daddy got me high
My daddy got me high
My daddy got me high
My daddy enjoys smoking crack
He had a good time at it
He used the paraphernalia pipe
To smoke his mind into orbit
That's what he has done
My daddy got me high
My daddy got me high
My daddy got me high
My daddy got me high
When the police pulled up
My daddy was doomed
He was arrested and taken to jail
He was charged with possession
Of a controlled substance
He was an asshole and a loser
My daddy got me high
My daddy got me high
My daddy got me high
My daddy got me high
Taco Bell, make a run for the border
53.Ben Wigman
Lyricist：Wesley Willis
You are living in a doggy dog world
You are wearing MilkBone underwear
You like eating MilkBone dog biscuits
You are my db l4 spaniel
Ben Wigman
Ben Wigman
Ben Wigman
Ben Wigman
You are a good dog
I like petting you
You are my wonderful tire
You are nobody's clam
Ben Wigman
Ben Wigman
Ben Wigman
Ben Wigman
You bark a lot
I wish you'd shut your whooping ass up
I wish you'd keep your trap shut
So shut your whooping ass up
Ben Wigman
Ben Wigman
Ben Wigman
Ben Wigman
Dennis Sportshop, it's everything in sporting goods
54.He Killed A Policeman
Lyricist：Wesley Willis
Louie Griff killed Officer James Dudley
He shot him five times in the head with a .357 Magnum
Louie Griff was arrested by the police for first-degree murder
He was taken to the metal clink
He killed a policeman
He killed a policeman
He killed a policeman
He killed a policeman
Louie Griff went to criminal court
He was arraigned on a first-degree murder charge
He was brought to justice in the courtroom
After the James Dudley murder testimony
Louie Griff was taken back to the metal clink
He killed a policeman
He killed a policeman
He killed a policeman
He killed a policeman
The trial lasted six weeks
The verdict was reached in the courtroom
A jury convicted Louie Griff of first-degree murder
In the .357 Magnum killing of Officer James Dudley
A month later, he was sentenced to 130 years in prison
He killed a policeman
He killed a policeman
He killed a policeman
He killed a policeman
Crow's nest, it's the collector's choice
55.I Smoke Weed
Lyricist：Wesley Willis
I am a cocaine addict
I do a lot of drugs
I smoke crack as I speak
I get my kicks doing dope
I smoke weed
I smoke weed
I smoke weed
I smoke weed
I smoke my crack pipe every day
I have a good time at it
I jack my mother for dope money
I do it by threatening her life
With a semi-automatic
I smoke weed
I smoke weed
I smoke weed
I smoke weed
When the police pulled up, I was doomed
I was arrested for possession
Of a controlled substance
I was taken to the metal clink
I was nothing but a loser
I smoke weed
I smoke weed
I smoke weed
I smoke weed
Ford, quality is job one
56.I Killed Your Daddy Yesterday
Lyricist：Wesley Willis
Your daddy was thieving in my car
I caught him sticking his ass in my glove compartment
He tried to steal my wallet containing 700 dollars
I brandished a handgun and pumped him full of .38 slugs
I killed your daddy yesterday
I killed your daddy yesterday
I killed your daddy yesterday
I killed your daddy yesterday
Your daddy was a stupid jackass
He had no business monkeying
In my glove compartment of my automobile
He tried to jack me for 700 dollars
His monkey business made me kill
His stupid ass with my .38
I killed your daddy yesterday
I killed your daddy yesterday
I killed your daddy yesterday
I killed your daddy yesterday
At 4：30 PM, the squad car pulled up by my house
A first-degree murder warrant came after me
The police arrested me for killing your daddy
They took me to the metal clink and locked my ass up
I killed your daddy yesterday
I killed your daddy yesterday
I killed your daddy yesterday
I killed your daddy yesterday
Office Depot, you're taking care of business
57.Make Sure I'm Out Screwing Up
Lyricist：Wesley Willis
Rail a filthy vulgarity hell ride at me
Shoot my harmony joyride music down
Turn me away so I can't catch any pace joy bus routes
Keep me stuck in the pain chamber of Chicago, Illinois
Make sure I'm out screwing up
Make sure I'm out screwing up
Make sure I'm out screwing up
Make sure I'm out screwing up
Torment me with lies in front of my friends
Call me a fucking bum like I'm a con man
Call me a fucking jerk like I'm a rapist
Call me a fucking asshole like I'm an arsonist
Take me on a series of war hell rides with every CTA bus ride
Make sure I'm out screwing up
Make sure I'm out screwing up
Make sure I'm out screwing up
Make sure I'm out screwing up
Rough me up so I can holler like a damn fool
Get me arrested and taken to jail by the Chicago police
Make me bust my portable CD player to smithereens
Kill all my good time music
Turn my Sunday sightseeing bus tour
Into a nerve-shattering hell ride
Make sure I'm out screwing up
Make sure I'm out screwing up
Make sure I'm out screwing up
Make sure I'm out screwing up
Spirit, it's the next British invasion
58.Beat My Ass
Lyricist：Wesley Willis
Hit me in my face
Hit me with your fist
Clobber me with a stick
Beat the hell out of me as I mess up
Beat my ass
Beat my ass
Beat my ass
Beat my ass
Clock me in the head
Throw me against the wall
And bruise me up
Give me a black eye
Thrash the hell out of me
Beat my ass
Beat my ass
Beat my ass
Beat my ass
Take me to an alleyway
Give me a life-threatening hell ride
Knock my freaking head off
Tear me limb from limb
Beat my ass
Beat my ass
Beat my ass
Beat my ass
White castle
It's what you crave
59.Marilyn Manson
Lyricist：Wesley Willis
This heavy rock band played at the Metro
About 1,000 people were at the show
The jam session was awesome
It whupped a camel's ass
Marilyn Manson
Marilyn Manson
Marilyn Manson
Marilyn Manson
The heavy rock band played it on
The heavy rock band stormed the stage
The crowd roared like a tidal wave
The jam session whupped a camel's ass
Marilyn Manson
Marilyn Manson
Marilyn Manson
Marilyn Manson
The rock show was over at last
A lot of people met the heavy rock band
The jam session was a joy ride
It was a great show at the Metro
Marilyn Manson
Marilyn Manson
Marilyn Manson
Marilyn Manson
Rock over London, rock on, Chicago
Amco, it's the world's largest chain of transfusion
60.Kill That Jerk
Lyricist：Wesley Willis
Shoot that bastard's ass with a 12-gauge
Shoot him in the head
Pop his ass with bullets
Murder that son of a bitch
Kill that jerk
Kill that jerk
Kill that jerk
Kill that jerk
Shoot him full of holes
Blow his freaking head off
Dumpster his ass after you kill him
Throw his body in the ditch
Escape your ass in the getaway car
Kill that jerk
Kill that jerk
Kill that jerk
Kill that jerk
Blast that stupid punk as I speak
Deprive him of his everlasting life
Introduce him to his early grave
Put him out of existence completely
Kill that jerk
Kill that jerk
Kill that jerk
Kill that jerk
Ford, quality is job one
61.Johnny Depp
Lyricist：Wesley Willis
You are a rich man
You are a rich rock singer
You are a busy man with the Midas touch
I like you a lot in the mix
Johnny Depp
Johnny Depp
Johnny Depp
Johnny Depp
You are a working class dog
You are a busy man
You own the Viper Room in Hollywood, California
You can really call the shots
Johnny Depp
Johnny Depp
Johnny Depp
Johnny Depp
You are my friend to the end
You are on my side
You are a great man on the run
I like you fairly well in the mix
Johnny Depp
Johnny Depp
Johnny Depp
Johnny Depp
Rock over London
Rock on, Chicago
Electech, it's the computer wonderland
62.War Hell Ride
Lyricist：Wesley Willis
Once upon a time, Dale Meiners got mad at me
He was very disappointed in me
I was bragging about doing a keyboard solo show
That would not happen
At 2：00 AM on March 5, 1996
Dale Meiners gave me a war hell ride
I deserved a war hell ride
I deserved a war hell ride
I deserved a war hell ride
I deserved a war hell ride
As Dale Meiners gave me a war hell ride
I gave him a war hell ride
I told Dale Meiners to get off my case
Suddenly, I threw him against the van
I wanted to duke his scrawny ass up
And smash his face at about 2：10 AM that morning
I deserved a war hell ride
I deserved a war hell ride
I deserved a war hell ride
I deserved a war hell ride
As we left the Bottleneck
Me and Dale yelled at each other
He called me a fucking asshole
I called him a fucking dipstick
It was my fault for not being cool
In Lawrence, Kansas that morning
I deserved a war hell ride
I deserved a war hell ride
I deserved a war hell ride
I deserved a war hell ride
Budweiser, I'm proud to be your bud
63.Superchuck
This band played at the Metro
About 800 people were at the show
The rock show was perfect
The rock 'n' roll was perfect
Superchunk
Superchunk
Superchunk
Superchunk
The band played it on
The band got down
The crowd roared like a lion
The jam was terrific
Superchunk
Superchunk
Superchunk
Superchunk
The show was over
A lot of people met the band
The show was a whupping on a mule's ass
Superchunk
Superchunk
Superchunk
Superchunk
Rock over London
Rock on, Chicago
The Exclusor Company
Say it with me
64.Make Me Yell At City Bus Drivers
Throw an abusive profanity hellride at me
Deprive me of my good time music
Make me feel sorry for myself
Torment me so I will never ride another
Pace joybus route to the suburbs again
Make me yell at city bus drivers
Make me yell at city bus drivers
Make me yell at city bus drivers
Make me yell at city bus drivers
Trap me with tormenting lies that are not true
Call me a fucking bum like I'm a drug trafficker
Call me a fucking jerk like I'm a jewelry store robber
Call me a fucking asshole like I'm a strong armed robber
Make me cause a raucous on every city bus route
Make me yell at city bus drivers
Make me yell at city bus drivers
Make me yell at city bus drivers
Make me yell at city bus drivers
Rough me up so I can act crazy
Make me yell bus drivers
And passengers down on city bus routes
Get me arrested and carted away
To jail by the Chicago police
Make me bust my portable CD player
And dumpster it
Keep me off the Pace joybus bus
By tormenting me with profanity
Make me yell at city bus drivers
Make me yell at city bus drivers
Make me yell at city bus drivers
Make me yell at city bus drivers
65.I Whipped Spiderman's Ass
Spiderman thought he was bad
He was screwin' my date up
He was botherin' my girlfriend
He tried to cut her out of seventy dollars
I whipped Spiderman's ass
I whipped Spiderman's ass
I whipped Spiderman's ass
I whipped Spiderman's ass
Spiderman messed with my girlfriend
Spiderman wrapped his arms around her
With my bedroom door closed
Suddenly, I opened the bedroom door
On Spiderman's sneaky ass
I caught him kissing my girlfriend
And beat him to a pulp with a rubber hose
I whipped Spiderman's ass
I whipped Spiderman's ass
I whipped Spiderman's ass
I whipped Spiderman's ass
Spiderman beat the hell out of me
He whirled me and knocked me to the floor
I tore out his world and threw him against the radiator
Spiderman was being such a stupid jerk
I whipped Spiderman's ass
I whipped Spiderman's ass
I whipped Spiderman's ass
I whipped Spiderman's ass
Rock over London
Rock on, Chicago
Napa, it's the parts store
66.Playing Music Is Fun
Playing music is entertainment
Playing music is art
Playing music puts me on a joybus
It can also take me on a harmony joyride
Playing music is fun
Playing music is fun
Playing music is fun
Playing music is fun
Playing music makes millions of dollars
It can also help you sell records
Playing music can also help you tour the world
Playing music is fun
Playing music is fun
Playing music is fun
Playing music is fun
Playing music is a time to rock
Playing music is a time to roll
Playing music keeps you out of jail
Playing music keeps you out of prison
Playing music is fun
Playing music is fun
Playing music is fun
Playing music is fun
Rock over London
Rock on, Chicago
It's the long-distance company
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