Gammeln auf'm Strand, Buddeln inner Hand. Sonne auf'm Bauch, so kannas bleib'm. . Zum Sonnenstich vermeiden. musst du dein Dötz bekleiden. Hassu sowieso'n Stich.
Ob das nu warm is oder frostich. Ob wir nu Schlitten oder Schüssel fah'n. Is der Kahn auch noch so rostich. Nu is Alaam, die Wuäss wird waam. . Wir fah'n nich mit Computer in das Digi-Tal.
When you come home. Think of a nice little white lie. Check out your dress. Check out your smile. When you come home. . When you come home. Tell your boyfriend.
It's the time of the season. When love runs high. In this time, give it to me easy. And I will try. With pleasured hands. . To take you to the sun to.
Wild thoughts on this lightnin' train. Maybe it's passion. Maybe it's pain. I know you've been on the wrong train. I don't care. Just want my baby back.
I really got to use my imagination. Gotta think of good reasons to keep on keepin' on. I got to make the best of a bad situation. Ever since that day I woke up and found that you were gone.
I wait by my window, see your face. You stand at my doorway, a pillar of grace. . Oh, I wonder how you ever drew me to you. It must have been that sparkle in your eye.
All my memories. Gather 'round me. And I am drifting through the clouds. And in my wisdom I can hear you. Yours is the sweetest call of all. Oh the moonlight draws me to you.
Lookin' in the mirror every day,. I can't believe I've turned out this way. My derrire's grown exceedingly fat,. But I know I'm gonna do about that. With all of my chins and flabby arms I'm gonna bow to the surgical suit of arms.
Gimme that z, o-l-o-f-t. Gimme a grip, make me love me. Suckin' 'em down, I'm happy man. Can feel it inside, makin' me smile. . Realize that the sky's not made of gold.
There were beverages laid out for the party. There were candy and spices and tricolored pastas. The meat carved was drawn from succulent juices. Served on platters of the purest gold.
Slow four, one, two, three, four. . Bless the father bless the son. Cross your heart 'cause you're the one. Collectin' moon-beams in the mornin'. . Curvy sticks and wooden poles.
You fucked up by Ween. You fucked up, you bitch. You really fucked up. . You fucked up. You fuckin' Nazi whore. Well, you dicked me over. But now you'll pay.
Once there was one. Once there was only one. A foot, a hand, a tongue. Talking to no one and no one made nothing. . To ease the balance it split in two.
I could build and aeroplane that travels over lands. I could take your DNA and replicate my hand. I could do so many things with my own bare hands. . I'd love to be your ass chika, stick it up your ass.
The wash is out, it's hanging up. And all I have is nothing. Nothing to do, nothing to say. I think I must be dreaming. . The sun comes up and I'm all washed out.
Morgan's pain. Succumbs to the frame. In a zany combination. Of Wayne's pet youngin'. . Astral plane. Conversing lame. In a zany combination. Of Wayne's pet youngin'.
I'm waving my dick in the wind, I'm waving my dick in the wind. If it all goes right, I'll be in your arms tonight. But I'm waving my dick in the wind.
Voodoo lady, shakin' that stick and drivin' me crazy. Your eyes look red and hazy. Doin' that stuff that you do. Messin' me up with your voodoo. . You drive me crazy with that.
[studio version appears on the "voodoo lady" ep]. . Vallejo, vallejo, vallejo, vallejo. Vallejo, yeah, yo yo yo yo. Yo. . Vallejo, vallejo, vallejo, vallejo.