1. |
Doodley Squat
01:20
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V1
I got doodley squat
Yeah that's what I got
I gotta poundin' in my head
and my guts are in a knot
I gotta hustle and pry
Gotta shimmy shake and jive
If I don't come up with some bread
Then they're gonna break my legs
I gotta walk the streets
Gotta use my feet
Cause they're rappin' at my door
and yeah they're lookin' for me
CH
Can you give me one more day man
There's gotta be a way
I can ask my mom and dad
Then maybe I can pay
Well I wish that I had something more I could say
But I don't
Can you just hold on for one more day?
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2. |
Hunka Hunka
02:16
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V1
Boy I've seen you dancin'
I really dig your moves
Rockin' to the beat
Like you ain't got shit to prove
(you ain't got shit to prove)
The way you shake your hips
and you clap your hands yeah
lettin' it all hang out you're my kinda man
(hunka hunka hunk of a man)
CH
At the end of the night
If everything's alright
Be mine
V2
Boy I've seen you dancin'
to the rockin' bands
Can I take you home?
Can I take you by the hand?
(take me by the hand)
Lemme see those hips shake
Give me a private dance
Show me what you're workin' with
Show me what you do with your hands
(what else can you do with your hands)
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3. |
Imagination
02:34
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V1
Alone at home
I’m waiting by the phone
I can’t read
I can’t sleep
I’m turning in my sheets
Click and scroll
Dicks, chest hair, and assholes
Don’t satisfy my soul
V2
So I
I close my eyes
But my
My dirty mind won’t call it a night
Gyration, Vibration
All Across the nation
It’s the new sensation
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4. |
Die Young
02:04
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V1
I wanna die young
I wanna die young
With a ton of additives in my lungs
I wanna die young
I wanna die young
With ten thousand rock-hard boners in my bum
CH
I don't treat my body right
I don't treat myself well
I just wanna party
Go to hell
V2
I wanna die young
I wanna die young
Please don't tell my mom that I wrote this song
I wanna die young
I wanna die young
Will someone please pass me a bong
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5. |
Fool's Gold
02:27
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V1
Pit stop, it's midnight
The car is black as the sky
Let's dance until we die
No one's here to stop us
CH
It's dark outside and no one is around
Let's build a fire and burn it to the ground
V2
It's just us here
Under the gaze of mountain lions
Open the bottle
Drink it down and toss it somewhere
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6. |
Sour Fuck
02:00
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V1
She is sour
She's not sweet
From her itty bitty head
Down to her teeny boppin' feet
She's no one's baby, no one's treat
She'll put you in the ground
You know she's always packin' heat
CH
She's not sweet
(She's fuckin' sour)
She's no treat
(Gonna charge you by the hour)
She's not sweet, she's fuckin' sour
(it's true)
She didn't say “hell yeah,” she said “fuck you”
(fuck you)
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7. |
Speed
02:22
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V1
Clench my teeth
Rub my junk raw
43 hours and a wound tight jaw
CH
Why are all my friends doing hard drugs?
(hard drugs) 4x
V2
Go fast
(you're the shit yeah)
Have a blast
(take another hit yeah)
And if you die
(and if you die yeah)
It wasn't a surprise
(wasn't a surprise yeah)
V3
Scrub the floor
Kick down your friend's door
Apologize? What for?
I can't wait until I get some sores
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8. |
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V1
Well I saw you swimmin' by the beach
and I thought that you looked fine
I thought so much woman Boner City
I'll have to make you mine
But I ain't got the looks
And I've never read a book
So I sneak into your tent
Tear the face off of your goonie
Now I'm after your boyfriend
CH
Creature from the Black Lagoon
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9. |
Ain't Me
01:41
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V1
Well I drink too much
and I eat too much
and I've got this abundance from working two jobs
but I work a lot
mostly I just talk a lot
I spend all my time just trying to stay busy
CH
But lately I've found it ain't me
It's you
I'm always using the same excuse
I gotta work in the morning
I've got a head ache
I feel like shit
I always do
it's just cause I don't wanna hang out with you
V2
Well I don't sleep a lot
but I dream a lot
I've got all these places I wanna go
but a never ending set of expectations
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10. |
Hit The Waves
02:37
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CH
Gotta hit the waves
Hit the waves
Gotta hit the waves
Gotta hit the waves
Hit the waves
(Hit the waves!)
V1
Biters, bruisers, assholes, losers
Pretty girls, hardcore drug users
Congregate at the house of blood
This is our idea of fun yeah
V2
Party time is far past over
Everyone is far from sober
Mike has got a bloody nose
And someone knocked our flour over
V3
Eat my butt yeah your band sucks
Beat on the brat with my brass knucks
Jump me, pull my fucking hair
I got mine but they got theirs yeah
V4
Party's over, hippies linger
A glass-eyed glare I point my finger
Your time is up, your luck's run out
Get out of my fucking house
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11. |
Lose My Mind
02:02
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V1
Well I go drinking from time to time
and if I don't I may lose my mind
because I can't have any fun on my own
And I go to shows from time to time
drinking, dancing, losing my mind
I guess its just me trying to give back
CH
And my ideas don't seem like my own
Oh no, oh no, oh no
V2
Well I go to work from time to time
Wanna give the boss a piece of my mind
But then I guess I'd be out of the job
I still go broke from time to time
Booze and drugs can rob you blind
And every winter I ain't got no home
V3
I go to jail from time to time
And it ain't no one's fault but mine
I just wanna say I wanna go home
We rock'n'roll yeah all the time
That's somethin' you can't take that's mine
I'll keep rollin' on just like a stone
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Boner City Louisville, Kentucky
Booger Boner – guitar, lead & backup vocals
Sally Boner –
bass, lead & backup vocals
Handy Andy – drums and cymbals, 1-2-3-4s & backup vocals
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