Confusion
Written by: Chris Ballew and David Dederer
Confusion!
I trashed my life!
Confusion!
Get me outta my sight!
Confusion!
Shit just annoys ya!
Confusion!
Do I love her or do I destroy her?
And no matter what I do
I can't seem to kick it and bust it through
My Confusion!
That's what I've got!
Alright!
I want you out out out out outta my head
I want you out out out out outta my head
I want you out out out out outta my head
I want you out out out out outta my head right now! Now! Yeah!
Confusion!
Rotten from the inside out
Confusion!
Shot full of brain drain, yow
Confusion!
"How do I feel?"
Confusion!
You don't seem real to me at all
And no matter what I do
I can't seem to kick it and bust it through
My Confusion!
That's what I've got!
Aw, Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
(Ow!) (Uh-huh) (Yeah!)
Oooooooooww!
Confusion
Confusion
Confusion
Confusion (that's what I've got)
Confusion (that's what I've got)
Confusion (that's what I've got)
Confusion (that's what I've got)
Confusion (that's what I've got!)
Confusion (that's what I've got now!)
Confusion (that's what I've got!)
Confusion (that's what I've got now!)
Confusion (that's what I've got!)
(I want you out out out out outta my head)
Confusion (that's what I've got now!)
(I want you out out out out outta my head)
Confusion (that's what I've got!)
(I want you out out out out outta my head)
Confusion (that's what I've got now!)
(I want you out out out out outta my head!)
Confuuuuuuuuuuusion!
OHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Candy Cigarette
Written by: Chris Ballew and The Presidents of the
United States of America
Oooh, wah oooh
Oooh, wah oooh
Oooh, wah oooh
3 PM and she's under the cover!
Dumpster breath, shes my hungover lover!
Strong as steel full olive martini!
Hand on her head and one on my weenie!
She's in bed!
She's suckin' on a candy cigarette,
She's in bed!
She's suckin' on a candy cigarette,
She's in bed!
She's suckin' on a candy cigarette, suckin' on a candy cigarette!
3 PM and we're slow to recover!
Hangin' out and well hungover!
Ernie Steels makes a lean martini!
So pass the fire and light me sweetie!
She's in bed!
She's suckin' on a candy cigarette,
She's in bed!
She's suckin' on a candy cigarette,
She's in bed!
She's suckin' on a candy cigarette, suckin' on a candy cigarette
Wake Up
Written by: David Dederer and The Presidents of the
United States of America
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When I wake up
I lie in bed
Sometimes I read and then I prop up my head
I read books,
But mostly magazines
When I wake up
And I'm just lyin' in bed, just lyin' in bed!
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When I finally get up
I mean my feet touch the floor
Look out the window, stick my nose out the door
I check the temperature
I check the air
that and my mood decide what i wear
When I wake up
Oooh la la la Oooh la la la Oooh la la la Oooh la la la
Oooh la la la Oooh la la la Oooh la la la Oooh la la la
When I wake up
I lie in bed
Sometimes I read and then I prop up my head
I read books,
But mostly magazines
When I wake up
And I'm just lyin' in bed, just lyin' in bed!
Oooh la la la Oooh la la la Oooh la la la Oooh la la la
Oooh la la la Oooh la la la Oooh la la la Oooh la la la
Oooh la la la Oooh la la la Oooh la la la Oooh la la la
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Carolyn's Booty
Written by: Chris Ballew and David Dederer
One, two, go fellas
I caught a glimpse of Carolyn's Bootie
As she was going from the bathroom into my bedroom (into my bedroom)
Somethin' bout her curves did somethin' t'my penis
She's got the curves just like on the Venus D'Milo (Venus DeMilo)
Later on, I laid my hands on her
Later on, I laid my hands on her
Later on, I laid my hands on her
Later on
Ba da ba ba-naaaa...wah wah!
Ba da ba ba-na!
I caught a glimpse of Carolyn's Bootie
As she was getting dressed for work in my room (in my room)
I saw the moonbeam shine on her bootie,
I saw the sunbeam shine on her butt, I liked it (we like it)
Later on, I laid my hands on her
Later on, I laid my hands on her
Later on, I laid my hands on her
Later on (I wanna kiss that bootie!)
WOW!
Yeah!
Yeah!
Ba da ba ba-naaaa...wah wah!
Ba da ba ba-naaaa...ow!
Ba da ba ba-naaaa...wah wah!
Ba da ba ba-na...
Yeaaaaaaaah curvacious!
So-o-o-o-o delicious!
Mmm, mmm nutritious!
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-bodatious!
Ba da da da da-dow!
F**k California
I'm in the mountains
They're so beautiful and crystal clear
They scrape the clouds with their top
(and fuck California)
And The air's so clear
I drink it in it makes me drunk
I fall down and fall asleep
(and fuck San Fransico)
I dream of some little evil land
With twisted cragily experiences
Down below the Oregon Border
(and fuck San Bernardino)
I'm there in my dreams
I'm there in my nightmares
And I got to sing about it all day long
(and fuck Weed)
You've been naked in the sunshine
You've been buried in the sand
You've been living on the fault line
In a chemical plant
I've been pounding up and down I-5
Highway wander such a blast
If only I could erase the lips
Wish it wouldn't it so fast
This city is so beautiful
The clouds come out in the fall
And I love to see them back
(and fuck California!)
Even on a cloudy day
The sun pokes through at the end
To make a little sunset experience even though you're depressed
(and fuck Santa Cruz)
Ohh I'm in Central Oregon now
Driving my little blue tin can
And I hear green onions sing
(and fuck Yreka)
Green onions on the little stereo
And I feel like I'm going the right way
Northway North, North, North, North!
(Yeah keep goin' north boys!)
(all right!)
(Yahoo!)
Sonic cookie on the outside
Pure frosting all alone
You've been fucking Winona Ryder
And she got crabs on your bone
The only good thing about California
Is the band that I saw
They held there breath to shout out, Supernova!
They were playing in a shopping mall
Puffy Little Shoes
Little puffy cloud with a tongue
Floatin' over a cheese puff rug a lug
If I had a choice between those two
You know I'd obviously choose the one with the puffy little shoes
Shoe oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oos... my puffy little
Shoe oo oo oo oo oo oo oos...
Skinny chicken there on my plate
Big skinny skinhead he's up to here with hate
If I had a choice between those two
You know I'd obviously choose the one with the puffy little shoes
Shoe oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oos... my puffy little
Shoe oo oo oo oo oo oo oos...
My puffy little shoes
My puffy little shoes
My puffy little
Shoe oo oo oo oo oo oo oos...
(Dave - won't you take me to Chicago)
(Chris - can you hear me? I hear and do OK?)
Puffy little shoes
My puffy little shoes
puffy little shoes
If you...
Take a ride inside my eye
And this is what you will likely find, check it out!
Big hammer mud ball breakin' my bones
Soft shoulder salamander's up close and alone
And if I had a choice between those two
Ya know I'd absolutely choose the one with the puffy little shoes
Little monkey clawin' at my face
And people pack into the ROCK AND ROLL PLACE!!!
If I had a choice between those two
You know I'd obviously choose the one with the puffy little shoes
Shoe oo oo oo oo oo oo oos... my puffy little
Shoe oo oo oo oo oo oo oos
My puffy little shoes
My puffy little shoes
My puffy little
Shoe oo oo oo oo oo oo oos...
(Dave: Can you hear me?)
(Chris: Come on Nash!)
Puffy little shoes
My puffy little shoes
Yeah
Kitty (Demo Version)
Kitty at my foot and I wanna touch it
Kitty at my foot and I wanna touch it
Kitty at my foot and I wanna touch it
Kitty at my foot and I wanna touch it
Kitty at my foot and I wanna touch it
Kitty at my foot and I wanna touch it
Kitty at my foot and I wanna touch it
Kitty at my foot and I want to touch it
Meow, Meow, Meow, Meow
Meow, Meow, Meow, Meow
Meow-Meow-Meow-Meow-Meow-Meow-Meow-Meow-
Kitty at my foot and I wanna touch it
Kitty at my foot and I wanna touch it
Kitty at my foot and I wanna touch it
Kitty at my foot and I wanna touch it
Kitty at my foot and I wanna touch it
Kitty at my foot and I wanna touch it
Kitty at my foot and I wanna touch it
Kitty at my foot and I want to touch it
Lump (Demo Version)
...four...
Lump sat alone in a boggy marsh
Totally motionless except for her heart
Mud flowed up into Lump's pyjammas
She totally confused all the passing piranhas
She's Lump, she's Lump
She's in my head
She's Lump, she's Lump, she's Lump
She might be dead
Lump lingered last in line for brains,
And the ones she got were sorta rotten and insane
Sad things so still that birds could land
Is Lump fast asleep or rockin' out with the band
She's Lump, she's Lump
She's in my head
She's Lump, she's Lump, she's Lump
She might be dead
Lump was limp and lonely and needed a shove
Lump tripped on her motions and fell over into love
She spent her twenties between the sheets
Life limped along at subsonic speeds
She's Lump, she's Lump
She's in my head
She's Lump, she's Lump, she's Lump
She might be dead
Is this Lump out of my head, I think so
Is this Lump out of my head, I think so
Is this Lump out of my head, I think so
Is this Lump out of my head...
i think so
Stranger (Demo Version)
You, Lynyrd Skynyrd hat
me, little kitty
Sat across with a velvet jacket
Wild orange hair, and dark, dark eyes
I gawked like a 12 year old smitten (chicks)
Carla the stripper, straight from L.A.
You seem cool for a naked chick in a booth
Let's be pals someday (in other words)
Put some clothes on and call me
I saw you... it was incredible
Slim, relaxed, buyin' wine at the QFC
On a snowy Saturday night
Black pearls, and I swear you were drinking beer
You were the redhead behind the counter there
I'm the one who fell out of his chair there
You had your dry cleaning and I think you're dreamy
I saw you, it was incredible
Boll Weevil (Demo Version)
Lyrics missing
Candy (Demo Version)
Sugar's only sweetness
Salt is ocean tears
And you were my only weakness
For years and years and years
You little yellow sweetie
You were hiding in a jar
Now my mind is gone completely
Take off the lid and there you are
You're my candy
Candy
Well the devil, she made sweet candy
Took 6 days and nights to dream
On the 7th day she rested
Woke up early and made ice cream
Now the devil, she must be a dentist
With deep jawbreaker eyes
Red rope hair, gum drop lips
Cotton candy thighs
You're my candy
Caaaaaaaaaaaaaandy
Chocolate Lava stole my body
And aftertaste stole my mind
Left me dangling down defenseless
And then sweet candy, she said goodbye
Now my teeth are worn and useless
My eyes too sunk to see
My tongue swole up to twice its size
And all I wanna do is eat
Candy, my candy
My candy, my candy
candy! candy! candy! candy! candy!
...
Naked and Famous (Boston Demo)
I can't explain glacial motion
Or why Los Angeles don't drop into the ocean
I can't unfold the layers of mystery
Or piece together the tragedy of history
'Cuz you lucky fuckers, you don't have to work
Big 3-D billboards and big 30-foot smirks
And everybody wants to be naked and famous
Everybody wanna be just like me, I'm naked.... and famous
I met a poet, said she didn't like the smell of it
Then took her clothes off in a restaurant for the hell of it
I met a DJ who lived in seclusion, reality and sobriety were her only
delusions
You lucky fuckers, you don't have to work
Big 3-D billboards and big 30-foot smurf
Everybody wants to be naked and famous
Everybody wanna be just like me, I'm naked.. and famous
Don't get a nosebleed, don't get upset
We can't be naked and famous just yet
There's a big gold dollar sign on the Sunset Strip
And you can send your friend a postcard, it ain't worth the trip
Everybody wants to be naked and famous
Everybody wanna be just like me I'm naked
Everybody wants to be naked and famous
Everybody wanna be just like me I'm naked
Everybody wants to be naked and famous
Everybody wanna be just like me I'm naked
and famous
Naked and Famous (New York Demo)
I can't explain glacial motion
Or why Los Angeles don't drop into the ocean
I can't unfold the layers of mystery
Or piece together the tragedy of history
You lucky fuckers, you don't have to work
Big 3-D billboards and big 30-foot Smurfs
And everybody wants to be naked and famous
Everybody wanna be just like me, I'm naked and famous
I met a poet, said she didn't like the smell of it
Then took her clothes off in a restaurant for the hell of it
I met a DJ who lived in seclusion, reality and sobriety were her only
delusions
You lucky fuckers, you don't have to work
Big 3-D billboards and big 30-foot smirk
Don't get a nosebleed, don't get upset
We can't be naked and famous just yet
There's a big gold dollar sign on the Sunset Strip
And you can send your friend a postcard, 'cause it ain't worth the trip
Everybody wants to be naked and famous
Everybody wanna be just like me I'm naked
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