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Song
Lyrics…
Truckin'
(the slow version)
2-3-4, Truckin', got my chips
cashed in.
I keep truckin',
like a do do do do do do do do...
New York, too close to New New New New Jersey,
it just won't let you beeeeee.
What in the world ever became
of travelin' ?
Detroit, Detroit, Detroit, it's all on the same street.
A typical city involved in typical day dream...
A typical city involved in typical day dream...
A typical city involved in typical day dream...
2-3-4 Truckin', off to Buffalo.
I been thinkin',
my goodness, I'm so mellow.
And then we take time, and we pick a place to go,
and we just keep truckin' on to the bank.
What in the world ever became
of sweet Jane?
She's lost her squabble you know she isn’t the same.
Livin' in bed, white bread, and cocaine.
Alls a friend can say is "ain't it a shame".
Sometimes the lights all shinin'
on me.
Other times, it's like I'm a fry brain.
Other times I can barely see,
why it makes me, wanna scream and shout.
OK.
Dallas, got a soft drink machine.
Houston, to close to New New New New New New New New Jersey.
It's got the corn and beans,
but just won't let you beeeeee.
What in the world ever became
of travelin' ?
I'm tired of travelin', I wanna stop at McDonalds.
One of these days they know they gotta get goin'.
They know gotta ge ge ge ge ge ge ge ge ge ge ge ge ge ge ge ge go!
Truckin', I'm a goin' home.
Whoa whoa baby baby baby baby ba ba ba ba ba ba back home.
Sit down and patch my bones,
and get back truckin' on on on.
Pop-O-Rap
All you chicks and all you
guys,
gotta dig this
thing called the Pop-O-Pies.
They play only one song and you know the score,
they don't pay you enough to really play anymore.
1-2-3-4...
Most of the bands that you go out to see,
save the hit till the end and it's all real cheese - y.
But there's only one group, and it comes from San Fran,
that will play you the hit over and over again.
And it's all the brain child
of one single guy,
who goes by the name of Joe Pop-O-Pie.
And it rocks to the beat 7 days a week.
Come on everybody make your day complete.
All you chicks and all you guys,
gotta dig this thing called the Pop-O-Pies.
They play only one song 'cause they ain't no martyr.
They don't play you enough to really try any harder.
So don't be a slave.
Like, don't be a hero.
You can't sound like Michael Jackson,
on a budget of zero.
OK, that's it. I'm finished.
Industrial
Rap
OK all you Rock 'n' Roll hopefuls and cookie-land morons.
I wanna tell ya a few things
about my favorite industry.
It doesn't matter how great
your sound is.
It doesn’t matter how great
or entertaining your live show is.
It doesn’t even matter
how much groovy graffiti you write.
Nobody really cares about how
you feel artistically.
It's all pre-fabricated business,
man.
It used to be that just the
hits were pre-fabricated,
but now the whole bands are
pre-fabricated.
Like Duran Duran, and all those
neo-heavy metal clowns.
And the other end of the spectrum
is just as hilarious.
These political hardcore punk
bands
that are made up of kids that
come from these upper class
and upper-middle class backgrounds...
...and I start talkin' to them
like this and they say...
"Hey man you're into all
that money making stuff, man!
You're a capitalist, man!
You're a fascist man!
Were not like that capitalist
pig stuff, man!"
Of course they're not, they
don't have to be.
Their mommies and daddies buy
all their groovy black leather jackets,
equipment, rehearsal space,
and even put out the money to
produce their records...
...and some even turn to me
and say...
"Hey man you don't dress
tough and play super fast, you must be a wimp."
But they're not tough enough
to beat the shit outta these sleezy hard core promoters
that are always ripping them
off.
But then again,
I guess they don't have to worry
about getting paid for their shows that much.
Anti Reagan and stuff man, yeah!
I
Love New York
You work your ass off around
the clock
just to pay for a place to live.
You think you might have a real
good time
if you had some time to give.
The people treat you ugly
and they act like Royal Snot.
They think it's sheik, to be
a geek,
and get taken for everything
they've got.
New York, New York, New York.
I'll pay extra for those piss
stenched halls,
$10 for a six of Bud.
Blow a hundred at CBGBs,
just to check out the local
crud.
I hate those hipster idiots
that cop junk in the heroin
parks.
And all those idle wealthy brats
that hang out on St. Marks.
New York, New York, New York.
OK, I'm a hard core punk from
NYU
and I can tell first hand about
the
poor politically oppressed working
class peoples of the world.
1-2-3-4, 1-2-3-4.
A
Political Song
1-2-3-4, 1-2-3-4.
We don't want your apathy.
No fuckin' government gets down
on me.
Can spare any change?
Can spare any change?
Anti Reagan and stuff man, yeah.
The
Words of Jamal
Spirit.
Excellent.
Good stuff.
Further on down the road...
Spirit.
Excellent.
Good stuff.
Further on down the road...
A long long time ago,
a bunch of sleezy businessmen
decided to create the ultimate rip off.
It was so great they had to
name it twice
New York, New York.
The arm pit of a rotting economy
in the Northeastern United States.
Too hot in the summer and too
hot in the summer.
New York is a state of mind,
that doesn't mind, fucking up a pop-o-pie.
Spirit.
Excellent.
Good stuff.
Further on down the road...
Spirit.
Excellent.
Good stuff.
Further on down the road...
You need two things to live
in New York.
A lot of money and a lot of
money.
Everything cost 3 to 6 times
more than it does anywhere else.
You see plenty of overpriced
quasi-rotten fruits and vegetables,
which makes you wonder why they
call it the Big Apple.
And you get the feeling like
you're privileged to live in shit hole where nobody gives you a break.
New York is place where middle
class white kids come from all over the world
to live out their groovy comic
book fantasies of being a junkie like Lou Reed.
And we're all very optimistic
about your future.
Spirit.
Excellent.
Good stuff.
Further on down the road...
Spirit.
Excellent.
Good stuff.
Further on down the road...
Spirit.
Excellent.
Good stuff.
Further on down the road...
I
Am The Walrus
I am here, 'cause you are here,
and we are here, and we are
all together.
See how they run, like pigs
from a gun.
See how they fly. I'm dyin'.
Sitting on a cornflake, waiting
for the cash to come.
Corporation T-shirts,
stupid bloody Tuesday,
man you've been a naughty boy
you let your face grow long.
I am the egg man. I am the egg
man. I am the egg man. Goo goo ga chu.
City Policeman, sitting pretty,
silly little policeman in a
row.
See how they fly, like Lucy
in the sky.
See how they run. I'm dyin'.
I'm dyin'. I'm dyin'.
I'm yellow mellow custard
dripping from a dead dogs eye.
Craba lockie fish wife. Pornographic
priestess.
Boy ya been a naughty girl you
let your knickers down.
I am the egg man. I am the egg
man. I am the egg man. Goo goo ga chu.
Sitting in a Frisco garden
waiting for the sun.
And the sun don't come, we'll
get our tan from
standing in Seattle rain.
I am the egg man. I am the egg
man. I am the egg man. Goo goo ga chu.
Exter Dexter joking smokers.
Don't you think the joker laughs
at you. Ha ha ha.
See how they snie, like pigs
in a sty.
See how they snide. I’m
dyin.
Semolina Pilchard,
he's climbing up the Eiffel
tower.
Elementary penguins singin'
Hari Krishna.
Man you shoulda seen the Pistols
in '78.
I am the egg man. I am the egg
man. I am the egg man.
Goo goo ga chu, ga goo goo ga
chu.
Goo goo ga chu, ka kou kou,
ka chu, ka chu.
Goo goo ga chu, ka kou kou,
ka chu, ka chu. Yeah!
Goo goo ga chu, ka kou kou,
ka chu, ka chu.
smoke pot, smoke pot, everybody
smoke pot.
smoke pot, smoke pot, everybody
smoke pot.
smoke pot, smoke pot, everybody
smoke pot.
smoke pot, smoke pot, everybody
smoke pot.
smoke pot, smoke pot, everybody
smoke pot.
smoke pot, smoke pot, everybody
smoke pot.
smoke pot, smoke pot, everybody
smoke pot.
smoke pot, smoke pot, everybody
smoke pot.
smoke pot, smoke pot, everybody
smoke pot.
smoke pot, smoke pot, everybody
smoke pot.
smoke pot, smoke pot, everybody
smoke pot.
smoke pot, smoke pot, everybody
smoke pot.
Bummed-Out-Guy
You talk 'bout suicide,
but you always run and you always
hide.
You'll go out on the town,
but you're all bummed out and
you're brining me down.
Your just a...
Bummed-out-guy.
Bummed-out-guy.
Bummed-out-guy.
Go!
You know it's quite a shame,
that them cocaine girls are
kinda the same.
They always moan and whine,
but they're all jacked up and
they're wasting my time.
They're just like...
Bummed-out-guys.
Bummed-out-guys.
Bummed-out-guys.
Go!
In the morning when ya get outta
bed,
You always look like you rather
be dead.
Say you'd be happy if ya just
had a hit.
Yeah, you're Mr. Know-it-all
and don't know... nuthin'.
Bummed-out-guy.
Bummed-out-guy.
Bummed-out-guy.
World-O-Morons
Don't you know
that it's complicated.
And you're uptight, bummed out,
highly over-rated.
Don't you know
that your mind is broken.
And we think you're kinda groovy
and we think you're outspoken.
And you know
it's a cryin' shame,
why them Coca-Cola girls
ain't got no brains.
I'd like to love ya
'cause you love so deep.
I'm so excited
I could fall asleep.
Don't you know that this world
is full of Morons, Morons.
I won't be happy till I find
some cash to score on, to score on.
And don't ya know that your
life is dull and borin', yeah it's borin'.
And if they called me I would
probably just ignore 'em, ignore 'em.
And you know
that you'd like to taste it.
But you're feelin' kinda broke
and you can't afford to waste
it.
You're so numb
that I can't believe it.
When it comes to ya baby,
I can take it or leave it.
I used to scream
and I used to shout.
I used to even know
what I was talkin' about.
I couldn't find
somethin' better to do,
so I
guess it's no big problem.
...OK let's go!
You say you like it
but it's just baloney.
Man, I never met someone
so stupid and phony.
You say you'll do it
but it's soundin' shakey.
And we think you're kinda flakey.
And we think you're kinda flakey.
And you know
it's a cryin' shame,
why them Coca-Cola girls
ain't got no brains.
I'd like to love ya
but you're so darn lame.
And ain't it funny how ya
all look the same.
Don't you know that this world
is full of morons, morons.
I won't be happy till I find
some cash to score on, to score on.
And don't ya know that this
life is dull and borin', yeah it's borin'.
And if they called me I would
probably just ignore 'em, ignore 'em.
The
Words of Jamal (the rainbow bridge version)
Spirit.
Excellent.
Good stuff.
Further on down the road...
Spirit.
Excellent.
Good stuff.
Further on down the road...
A long long time ago,
a manager of aspiring underground
San Francisco Rock Group,
moved to Reno, and opened up
a Burrito Stand.
Now he's making more money then
he could have ever dreamed of in the music business.
And on a scale of 1 to 10,
where 1 represents lifestyles
of the rich and famous,
and 10 represents the world
vision hour,
he's in a state of mind that
doesn't mind burning the pop corn.
But ya know, all in all, I would
have much rather been brought up in LA...
Spirit.
Excellent.
Good stuff.
Further on down the road...
Spirit.
Excellent.
Good stuff.
Further on down the road...
You need two things to get rich.
A lot of money and a lot of
money.
Everything you eat affects the
way you feel,
and if you don't eat sugar your
breath won't stink when you get up in the morning.
And I get the feeling that I
would have much rather had...
Hardcore is a place where upper
middle class white kids
take all the good pan handling
spots away from the bums that really need them.
And the worm has turned, and
the fires are extinguished, and I feel tingly all over like a tomato.
Spirit.
Excellent.
Good stuff.
Further on down the road...
Spirit.
Excellent.
Good stuff.
Further on down the road...
Spirit.
Excellent.
Good stuff.
Further on down the road...
Spirit.
Excellent.
Good stuff.
Further on down the road...
Spirit.
Excellent.
Good stuff.
Further on down the road...
Sugar
Magnolia
?
Sunshine daydream, Sunshine
daydream.
Sunshine daydream, Sunshine
daydream.
Sunshine daydream, Sunshine
daydream.
Sunshine daydream, Sunshine
daydream.
Sunshine daydream, Sunshine
daydream.
Sunshine daydream, Sunshine
daydream.
Sunshine daydream, Sunshine
daydream.
Sunshine daydream, Sunshine
daydream.
Sunshine daydream, Sunshine
daydream.
Sunshine daydream, Sunshine
daydream.
Sunshine daydream, Sunshine
daydream.
Sunshine daydream, Sunshine
daydream.
Sunshine daydream, Sunshine
day
Ripped
Off And Promoted Lame
Tell you a story,
now don't you scoff.
But there was a fat boy,
who ripped me off.
Lied to me,
and promoted it lame.
My disposition,
will never be the same.
And I'm damaged, bummin' out.
Don't ask me what I'm talkin'
about.
Been in the business,
it's all so lame.
But don't let 'em tell ya,
that it's all the same.
Some people do good,
because they can.
But this starving artist stuff,
just don't make it man.
Damaged, bummin' out.
Don't ask me what I'm talkin'
about.
Not much to do now
except be on the phone.
Listen to Zeppelin
and get really stoned.
Everyone talks,
but nobody thinks.
Everything sucks,
and everything stinks.
And I'm damaged, bummin' out.
Don't ask me, what I'm talkin'
about.
Get goin', yeah...
The
Frisco Inn
?
Shut
Up And Listen
If ya don't know what to do,
ask the person next to you.
They'll probably tell ya
it's just an imposition.
They can fix it in the mix,
and teach the older dogs new
tricks.
I think I need more
than just a cup-a-coffee.
If you're boss is kinda lame
and you're food tastes all the
same.
Do what I do
change your disposition.
If you don't know what to do
ask the person next to you.
They'll probably tell ya
to shut up and listen.
When I see those pop-o-pies
walking down the street.
They make a lot of music, but
they don't have much to eat.
And somethin' about them cocaine
girls I learned the other day.
They do a lot of talking but
they don't have much to s...
...sing it to me...
If you're feelin' kinda jumpy
and your stomach's kinda lumpy.
Just ignore it
and do the alka seltzer.
It was just the other day
that I heard somebody say,
"sell out or bum out",
but it ain't that easy.
Now I don't care what ya say.
I will take it any way.
Money is money.
So play what ya want now.
If you're feelin' kinda lucky
and your life is peachy ducky.
I think it's great then.
Let's go out to dinner.
If ya think it's really neat
when you got nothing to eat,
then you're wrong, man.
It's no fun at all.
And at the risk of makin' a
rhyme.
I think about her all the time.
South of the border,
they think she's a Goddess.
It don't matter what ya say.
No one listens anyway.
And that's the good part.
So I'm off the hook then.
If ya don't know other stuff,
these days I'm feelin' kinda
ruff.
My house is empty
and my clocks are broken.
If ya don't know what to say
then just look the other way.
I get excited
when it's real exciting.
If ya don't know what to do
ask the person next to you.
They'll probably tell ya
to shut up and listen.
They can scream and they can
shout.
But they don't know what they're
talkin' about.
There's more than one way
to skin a cat man.
If you don't know all the words,
then it's probably for the birds.
It ain't the shrooms man,
it's your imagination.
Cut the action.
Strike the set.
This film isn't over yet.
I think I need more than just
a cup-a-coffee
If ya wanna do it again.
Man, I just won't do it again.
It's 8 in the morning
and I just won't do it.
They can shake and they can
bake,
but I don't care about the quake.
Karma is karma.
I'll make my money elsewhere.
I don't think it's such a crime
to take 8 minutes of your time,
to talk about it.
Because it's real important.
If these people dig the sound,
we'd probably come right to
your town,
but there's a problem.
We need a new transmission.
If ya don't know what to say
then just look the other way.
I get excited
when it's real exiting.
So and so and such and such.
I'm not sayin' really much.
It's just some nonsense,
so pay close attention.
If ya don't know what to do
ask the person next to you.
They'll probably tell ya
to shut up and listen.
I'd love to be... I'd love be
a rich man...
Everyone talks about ya, everyone
knows about ya, everyone...
Square
Head
When I was a square head
I used to work 8 to 5.
I wore a suit and I was
really jive.
I spent all my money on the
things I bought.
I worried to much what other
people thought.
When I was a square head, we
used to say.
Everything's great and that's
OK, 'cause I was a square head.
When I was a square head
I used to make all the scenes.
Groovy jacket and de-
signer jeans.
Bought a BMW in
'86.
It isn't paid off and a
right now it's getting fixed.
When I was a square head, we
used to say.
Everything's great and that's
OK, 'cause I was a square head.
I Don't gotta tell ya that my
name is Sam.
Personal license plates tell
who I Am.
Learned all about it from the
things I saw.
Watchin' a TV show called
LA Law.
When I was a square head, we
used to say.
Everything's great and that's
OK, 'cause I was a square head.
When I was a square head, we
used to say.
Everything's great and that's
OK.
In
Frisco
Rat is fat
in Frisco.
Dirk is a jerk
in Frisco.
We're all havin' such a good
time...
We're all havin' such a good
time...
We're all havin' such a good
time...
in Frisco.
We'll be feelin' alright
in Frisco.
'Cause we can pack 'em tight
in Frisco.
The kids are really hip
in Frisco.
And I dig their trip
in Frisco.
We're all havin' such a good
time...
We're all havin' such a good
time...
We're all havin' such a good
time...
Go man go!
We know what it's like
in Frisco.
We're never there
in Frisco.
The weather's really cool
in Frisco.
Ya know the Pies Rule!
in Frisco. Yeah!
We're all havin' such a good
time...
We're all havin' such a good
time...
We're all havin' such a good
time...
in Frisco.
Ignorant
You can talk to me nobody's
home.
You can talk no one's home.
You can talk to me nobody's
home.
You can talk no one's home.
Face to face, or on the phone.
You can talk to me nobody's
home.
You can talk no one's home.
I'm ignorant, I'm ignorant,
I'm ignorant, just like you!
Ain't you the one who listen
well.
You the one, listen well.
Ain't you the one who listen
well.
You the one, listen well.
I told ya twice, so go to hell.
Ain't you the one who listen
well.
You the one, listen well.
I'm ignorant, I'm ignorant,
I'm ignorant, just like you!
You can talk to me nobody's
home.
You can talk no one's home.
You can talk to me nobody's
home.
You can talk no one's home.
Face to face, or on the phone.
You can talk to me nobody's
home.
You can talk no one's home.
Did you hear what I said?!
I'm ignorant, I'm ignorant,
I'm ignorant.
(My
Mind) She Don't Bug Me
It doesn't matter if I play
this song again.
It doesn't care about the who
or what or when.
It doesn't huff and it doesn't
puff, it doesn't even try to nag.
It's not into that kind of stuff,
'cause that would only be a drag.
She don't bug me.
My mind she don't bug me.
She don't bug me.
Whatever she do don't bug me.
Bug bug bug me.
She won't even slug me.
She don't bug me.
Whatever ya do don't bug me.
That's if ya don't
think that it's not OK.
She never lies I believe that
this is true.
She doesn't even ever tell me
what to do.
She doesn't want the phone to
ring, 'cause everything she needs she has.
She's not into that kind of
thing, 'cause everything is kinda caaashhhh. [casual]
I doesn't matter if I work or
if I play.
I don't ask and she don't tell
what to say.
She doesn't say "I told
ya so", or tell ya if you're wrong or right.
What ever way the wind'll blow,
she wouldn't even get uptight.
She don't bug me.
My mind she don't bug me.
She don't bug me.
Whatever she do don't bug me.
Bug bug bug me.
She won't even slug me.
She don't bug me.
Whatever ya do don't bug me.
That's if ya don't
think that it's not OK.
It's OK.
It's OK.
It's OK. Yeah.
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