Elaine Elaine Elaine
(All songs are written by Winston Campbell, Jr. except where specified)---
i want to be your valentine girl i want to be your valentine push up against me let me press that bone push up against me turn me on a loose i put my hand on your skin it feels like lizard skin i love lizard skin come here let me press press your bone we are alone in this room we kiss and your lips... don't exist your lips don't exist why don't your lips exist you said i have a bush i said where you said the bush is down there down there down there i said why can't it be but anywhere but you keep telling me the bush is down there with the bone with the bone with the bone let me press your bone let me get back to your lips not existing how is it possible for your lips not to exist come on let's dance to the beat of the drums and to the beat of the bums on the street let's jump and kiss and do everything but you say down there is my...
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me and white women we don't see eye and eye together on things but of all these things we don't see eye to eye together on these things don't mean much to you and me cause we don't fucking carry that shit around me and white women we don't see eye and eye together on things but of all these things we don't see eye to eye together things don't mean much to you and me cause we don't fucking carry that shit around all up and down the town we don't smear this shit around turn our grey faces brown me and you we see eye and eye like peas in a pod eye and eye rastafari rastafari! boogie down all over town dude i might be rude but don't be a prude left and left and left we go to the left and left and left we go me and white women we never go left and left and left but you and me to the left and left and left we go to the left and left and left we go to the left and left and left we go me and white women we don't see eye and eye together on things all these things you and me
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i needs my milk for christmas it's the best time of the year come on twist a door knob and have a christmas cheer feel that holiday music grooving through your skin buy me some presents maga gal so i can put them into you inside of a pool a man begins to frown outside the world's on fire as he begins to drown and with this comes the clown ready for his beer sleighing with the satan clause drumming a christmas cheer he squirts the milk out slowly down upon your skin like acid rain in disco... pain it's so insane won't you let them in and dirty is the hole and lustful is the soul of what i don't care come by for your christmas cheer upon the blank cathedral i pull down all my panties and throw them to the street to pick up some romancies and satan clause is plucking straws and little elves besides themselves and green ole grinch has a pinch of loafers, leftovers, where's my leftovers i needs my milk for christmas it's the best time of the year and udders are so lacking and my panties are so slacking and what the motherfacking why's this mother grabbing on my red soiled panties why do i even have these motherfacking red soiled panties it's so insane this unbearable pain of the realization that as dirty as the hole gets as lustful as the soul gets you won't even care all you'll want is your christmas cheer tit for tat tat for tit oh sweet lady you're the shit tit for tat tat for tit oh dear lady you're the shit tit for tat tat for tit oh my friend you're the shit tit for tat tat for tit oh sweet lady why do you always have to talk about shit?
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big breasted lady driving a mercedes will run me over cause she can't see past her big breasted lady driving her mercedes will run me over but i may pull through and the passer by's they all say goodbye but i'm not dead yet i say i'm not dead yet but i'm almost there big breasted lady driving her mercedes busy she is not seeing the intersection i was daydreaming so it's partially my fault big breasted lady she'll never date me now in a world of many two people meet there is friction and force she gets out of her car and what's that i see a saxophone she plays a mean saxophone solo... big breasted lady puts down her sax walks over to me and gives me her sax i smile a little she smiles a little because she knows this is going to be a long outtro
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he was a little man back from iran he had a hole the size of his soul i didn't quite understand what he had what he had to hold he had a hold on me he had a hold on you he was a little man back from iran (or was it afghanistan or pakistan?) he used his organs he did his organs use his organs at last he was a little man with many plans he walked down the street turned his head the other way he did not see the heat coming his way god a pretentious mind he noticed something was approaching didn't know what it was it was a woman looking for a small package man he said i feel it in for you i can really be true i'm a small package man back from iran (or is that pakistan?) (or afghanistan?) from iran or was that iraq? since the war began (i don't quite understand) i don't know right from wrong (i don't quite understand) she was a small package woman (she had a bone) they fell in love they fell in love (by the bush) she had a soul she had to let him go it was what they wanted (he wanted to press her bone) (but she let him go) he was a small package man back from pakistan afghanistan iran i don't care they're all the same to me all the same to me she said
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drink the whiskey beat your wife up go slap your mother these are the limitations of my life drink the whiskey beat your wife up go slap your mother these are the limitations of my life turtle man in the house now grabbing on a microphone singing' his ole' sweet southern song beltin' it nice and long everybody knows him he is... turtle man jumpin' in the room kicking off his half-a-shoes everybody wanna love the man even the jigaboos cause we knows it's all right now yeah... turtle man turtle man turtle man go booom... turtle man in the house now sippin' on a microphone everybody wanna love him but he wanna be alone someone's gotta kick him in the throat turtle man in the house now sippin' on some china tea i walk right over to shake his hand but he doesn't wanna see me no he does not love me no more turtle man in the house now turtle man drink the whiskey beat your wife up go slap your mother these are the imitations of my life turtle man's gone off now singin' his southern song tears stream on down our face everybody's now all alone he truly was the man
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equal rights for all including battyman battymans need equal rights this song is not against the battymans this song is for equal rights for all so we must all manage this manage this situation you hear equal rights for all including the battymans we must love everybody everybody battyman fi run battyman fi run from here battybwoy fi run battybwoy fi run from here mi no wah see yu face battybwoy mi no wah see yu face from here oh sweet lord battyman fi run battyman fi run from here battyman fi run it's not natural it's not natural battybwoy fi run from here battybwoy fi run battyman fi run from here battyman fi run battybwoy fi run from here battybwoy fi run battybwoy fi run from here i mean what business it is of yours to sit and judge judge those people i'm talking 'bout the battymans equal rights for all we must all manage this we must all manage this this this situation
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you can say what you wanted to hide but i won't let up until you begin to sigh but didn't you rescind my invitation i waited for you at the outdoor wayward station right about now... amanda she plays the bass and plays it oh so well she plays with the George who i'd go gay for i'd so go gay for yeah yeah yeah... years like tears they oft do disappear and we find ourselves living with the stare and isn't it a lesson in futility she opened the tunnel to show me the city i said right on... right on, right on right on, right on right on, right on, right on long break! 72 hours on this blessed Saturday i bathe in your blood so now what can I say? right 'bout now
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so, i was talking to stacey yesterday
so i was talking to stacey yesterday she was so carefree, so happy and so gay i kissed her on the mouth and slipped a little tongue she said don't do that anymore or else i'm going to H.R. she said there's a term, a term for that i laughed in her face and then rubbed her fat she jumped out her chair and fell on the floor i said my little stacey, do you want some more she slapped me real hard right across my face then uttered a racial slur denigrating my race then ran out to the hallway and to the HR's place i sat in my office thinking 'bout yesterday when i was talking to stacey yesterday she was so glum, like a black tarred pepper spray she walked into my room with only her shoes on i screamed in terror told her to put some clothes on she laughed and laughed and laughed everybody want to be in the movie now everybody want to have a role so meet me down the road down the street i got some treats for you i'm so alone so alone everybody know the places where we want to meet so i was talking to stacey day before yesterday she looked at me and spat right in my face then uttered a racial slur denigrating my race then she proceeded to squirt her milk all over my face asking me politely if i liked the taste i bypassed her quickly, slipping through a crease and ran down the hallway to miss delareese that's our HR lady here in the office tapping at her computer in almost every way asked me what was going on, why so glum and frayed then i remembered i was talking to stacey yesterday she had been carefree, so happy and so gay i kissed her on the mouth and slipped a little tongue she said we can't do this anymore this every day day by day every way we can't do this anymore everybody want to be in the movie now everybody does not know soul soul
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press my button girl press it down, babe press my button girl press it down to new orleans some say i'm trying to be big tom waits but that ain't true what i want you to do, girl is press this button to you i'm gonna cough now... down by the river down by the lake we see each other and our hearts do ache what i want you to do is press this button on me oh yes yes yes stop no, don't stop i'm not tom waits i'm not tom waits i'm not tom waits i'm not tom waits
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apparently sunny days are dangerous too it will happen to me it won't happen to you so rainy days are dangerous h.i.v. h.i.v.
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you got the hair well don't put that in there it will all but stay in the other fields of grey take off them rings and put the finger in the pink and the shit don't stink shit don't stink if you take a wink you got the flair well don't put that in there i need a breath a moment to be out of step (a moment to collect myself) parked in a car covered in this tar a false equivalancy causes null intimacy you got the stare well don't put that in there beam out of my eye two birds we are, two birds we are two birds we are stuck in the mud two birds we are when push comes to shove two birds we are stuck in the crud two birds we are in lust and out of love two birds we are stuck in the mud two birds we are when push comes to shove these two birds we are stuck in the crud two birds we are in lust and out of love
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who the fuck is ron paul? he can sit and suck on these balls who here believes every man is free? we don't believe in such fantasy we're not children, you think we're children we might not own the owners, but we can certain kill them we can thrill them to their delight and trip them over in the broad dim moonlight i heard a man say "freedom for all" and then i replied "who the fuck is ron paul?" the music, the abuse-mic, it soothes it brings me down to a good mood the music, it can certainly find me wherever it thinks it can find me and i love all people no matter - small, midsize, or tall i just don't remember who the fuck is ron paul? and ron begat rand yes, there's another one another one ron paul begat rand paul another one yes, there's another one
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i'm going to climb zat hill i'm going to climb zat hill zat hill will be climbed tonight i'm going to climb zat hill
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ugh, you and these jokes that make my stomach turn
oh the agony the agony hits my body oh the agony hits my body walk down the street trying to find some meat to eat do i have chicken or steak or fish? she says to me and i say oh the agony the jokes you say she said agony they're agony these jokes you say they are pure agony i brush my hair back into... the agony is hurting my body the agony oh these jokes are making my belly turn inside but the agony the agony this agony this agony a go kill me everyday mi get up and mi seh to mi-self which way mi going turn mi going to go south or mi going to stay or mi here every day every day every day trying to feel out this agony this agony in mi body oh the agony i can't stress it enough oh the agony oh the agony in my body oh the agony put your hair into a bun take the bun now you're done now you're done
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why are you still listening to this?
why are you still listening to this, father fucker? i know a girl well she had a clue she came home to me and she came home to you she come muh muh ho and she come in di high i wanna say you nuh never di dye lebidizie buduzebidizie have a zuh baby dubuh dubuh de lie i know a girl well she came to you she come in di hay and she come home unuh you when the ebba zie ebba zie zay zu zuh zubbu zay zu toa i know a girl who come home to you she came to me and she came to you and she come out and said "i have your dad" i know a girl who will come home to you she came home to me and she came home to you "i know a guy who is the alibi" i know a girl who'll came home to you she came home to me and she came home to you and i know i can't go home i know i can't go i know i can't go home i know i can't go home i know i can't go home i know i can't go i know a girl who came home to you she come home to me and she came home to you and i know that i can't go i know that i can't go i know a girl who come home to you she came to me and she came to you and i know that i won't go home anymore this is the last time i cry and i oh girl and i i know a girl who came home to you home to you home away and home to you and i know a girl who came home to you she can't hold-a me and she can't hold-a you i know a girl who come home to you she can't hold-a me and she can't hold-a you who? i said i i said i i said i i know a girl who come home to you she came home to me and she come home to you and i know a girl who came home to you she came home to me and she came home to you and i said "i know what you're doing here" said "i know what you're doing here" she pulled down her wedding dress pulled down her wedding dress and showed me what was underneath showed me what was underneath and what i saw what i saw wouldn't be in the law what i saw what i saw wouldn't be written in the law i know this girl she came home to you she came home to me and she came home to you and she pulled down her dress her wedding dress and what i saw is against the law what i saw is against the law what i saw is against the law what i saw is against the law what i saw is against the law what i saw is against the law what i saw what i saw what i saw is against the law what i saw is against the law fuck this shit! i know a girl who come home to you she came home to me and she can't hold-a you why are you still listening to this? why are you still listening to this? why are you still listening to this? fuck this shit!
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what a world and the world turns and the cities burn and the titties learn that the nipples churn and what's with my mind dirty all the time it will cross the line the day that you are mine but you are not mine what the hell the giant fell could david tell he was so swell he used a dell but that was when his uncle ben had blown the men they were transvestites he didn't know and oh this pain elaine elaine elaine will strike again but i refrain she leaves the stain and what's with her mind it draws the line she is my friend i'm uncle ben i'm uncle ben i make the rice i make it nice
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so... a man walks into a bar with a monkey
so a man walks into a bar with a monkey bartender says "who this monkey boy you come in with?" man says "that's some racist shit right there" "fuck you bartender" bartender takes a step back and looks at the monkey thinks to himself for a minute while the man stares at the bartender with great animous and flaming eyes monkey sees monkey does monkey says "i'm a monkey" "monkey man" "you call me boy no more" bartender slips his hand under the bar pulls out a double barrel points it to the ceiling the man with the monkey moves in closer does a little smile "this suicide pact we're in" "brings everything into perspective" said the man with the monkey and so on this day was the day the bartender masturbated with the double barrel gun while the patrons slowly filed out the man with the monkey kept leaning forward looking at the ceiling looking at the monkey looking at the bartender man and so began the perfect threesome ohhhh... yeahh.... monkey see monkey do monkey does whatever he choose monkey pays his due monkey see monkey do monkey will fuck in and out just so he can stick it to you monkey do monkey see monkey swinging from that tall long island tree monkey see monkey do monkey just says fuck you, fuck you