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NOFX Heavy Petting Zoo 1996 1: Hobophobic 2: Philthy Phil Philantropist 3: Freedom Lika Shopping Cart 4: Bleeding Heart Disease 5: Hotdog In A Hallway 6: Release The Hostages 7: Liza 8: What's The Matter With Kids Today ? 9: Love Story 10: The Black And White 11: Whatever Didi Wants 12: August 8th 13: Drop The World 1: Hobophobic Hobo - I'm hobophobic So what AH AH AH Scared of bums Not just because they stink bad Not just because they're crackers From drinking too much lysol Let them be Just don't get fuckin' near me Scared of bums AH AH Infested with microscopic bugs Endocrine systematic Doo Doo Why don't they get a job 2: Philthy Phil Philantropist There's something wrong with mass consumption Why do we want what we don't need Alcohol burnt clean asphalt methampphetamin Will make it seem alright It's gonna make it seem alright Living in the hunger underground Some people say I got a problem with authority so what if I do man it beats relinquished control Philthy Phil Philantropist You were take when you should be given away More than we cannot repay There's something grand about being nothing There's something lame about being grand Alcohol squirtin gun don't want no holidays in these That's me not bein you, that's just me not bein you Either part of the solution or the problem Can there not be a middle ground for just the anybody Replace superman with joe the ordinary Philthy Phil Philanderer You've takedn when you shoulda give away Filthy Phil you gave to us More than we cannot repay 3: Freedom Lika Shopping Cart A christian an anarchist slash prostitute figures out the true meaning of freedom Not freedom like america freedom like a shopping cart Kick back no tense you got a bag of grub cost you about 50 cents No fear no fuckin feat malt liquor tastes much better on the street Crustin, a way of life for heroines and heroes had hitchike the rorad to eden Not eden like the garden state eden like the state of mind Kick back cheap thrills you'll do anything for a lugh even if it kills you The bridge you took it out the ticket takers suddenly lost count Sleeping under rays your teeth crumbling away say goodbye To all responsibility you never wanted it man Wasting time whenever you get the chance Which happens to be all the time Kick back free meals A couple of times a day you make a coupe if shady deals No work no fuckin pay Cardboard condiminium by the bay You're between the red i black and you're never goin' back To all responsibilty cause You never wanted it man 4: Bleeding Heart Disease How many polluted my mind Dough what our lives are lived for Rae just a crazy aussie Me the generation forges on Fodder for corporations Sewwing our lips together LA such a nice plact to get shot But don't forget the T it Follows liber in the the constitution Following the part about pursuit of happiness the bi product of colonial precious metal mine extracts which brings us back to dough Do do do do do do Do do do do do do Do do do do do do Today I saw a kid torture a cat Too much leisure Teenage Norman Rockwell paints it black! How did the chain get started More is what everyone wants Neydy is what none of us are Co-operation died last night Me, I'm just a loo So don't expect the best you won't be disapointed when you take A bite and watch the worm crawl back inside. Listen to the fairy tales of million dollar happiness, Los Angeles lifestyles drinking chardanay over a lobster salad brunch The pursuit of million dollar happiness Happiness was killed we watched it bleed, some say it died from hate Some say from bleeding heart disease 5: Hotdog In A Hallway She'll have another piece of pie She'll have a double reuben rye She kicks hard at eating well That's why I love her She's got a couple of pony kegs Her arms are bigger than my legs And when she holds me I can't breathe That's why I love her I'm her butter she' my bread She's like a mobile waterbed And hwen I got on top of her I can't touch the mattress And when her flesh begins to sag She's like a human sleeping bag I feel so cozy safe and warm She's my insulation I always know where she sat And when she's on me I get flat Some broken ribs a punctured gut That's why I love her She's my phillie I'm her stud Her bean is bigger than my pud It's like feeding a tic-tac to a whale That's why I love her 6: Release The Hostages Stop have a beer it's on me has anyone ever told you that you Look like a hollywood star Oh you've heard it said many times Before right here at this bar I'm lame So I drink cause it makes me Happier than being alone. My good friend MR. Johnie walked red Keeps my insides warm like a cunt Seems like evrybody's got Something I have not, a reason not to die so I say death to Mr. Right cause that will never be me yeah yeah yeah 7: Liza She's been around a couple years Tasted 31 flavors there's only one She really hates that would be you The blandest one don't make her fold And that's what she likes to hear the noise Liza's been around the block She's currently a femme bitch top A giant step from old Louise Now she's the one who's on the prey She used to wear her hair short low Determing her preference She didn't like that dynamic Trading in her flannel shirts She even bought herself some boots Miss Terrence sellers any She's got more power feminine She knows the power incites fear And it's that fear Which makes her wet She's goin to the Tribe 8 show Plenty of boychicks to choose from It's the calyx of isis She'll find a bottom young + butch She'll tell her "i won't hurt you much unless of course you want me to." 8: What's The Matter With Kids Today ? There's something wrong with the kids in my neighborhood They always listen to music They disregard civil disobedience They'd rather do what they're told They don't drink or fuck off They sit home, and read, expand their minds There's something wrong with the kinds in my cul de sac Their always goin to church They dress well and they're Speaking articulate They show eachother respect They're never late, don't joke or break rules They eat right, study hard They like school There's something wrong 9: Love Story Partly owned to her house Wooden white picket fence Mother waits for father In a backless dress Hardly used a diaphram Put back into the case A one way trip down memory lane As she awaits I don't wanna know Cheat me I don't wanna know Children play in the yard Mother stares at a wall Father says he's gonna be back late So don't wait up About a quarter to 3 Father stares at a wall Stained thicker than water Who's gonna clean it up 10: The Black And White Mr. McCarthy killed the light he didn't wake his lovely wife He left the key inside the door, woke up on the wrong side of the bed She can't remember what he said but she sure knew what he had done Little choices in a, a little town maybe a, little man is right to be afraid Biblic moralization, identity frustration, confused man cannot know his heart So he may be fucking her, but he's thinking about him Catherine McKinnon does exist, she likes to call herself a feminist A crusader who fights the patriarch. But what she really hates is sex Simple solutions created by black+white thinking. Too bad the world not work that way. Catherine should be busy porkin, that dolt Andrea Dworkin I think they need a good hard fuck Cause she may be off her back now she needs to get off ours The little man sits all alone, his sexuality's been cut in stone He doesn't love her, she really don't care Two victims of the black and white 11: Whatever Didi Wants I wouldn't walk 500 miles when I could fly coach but almost anything I wouldn't swim across the nile Cause I could get a moeisic disentary Cause if there's anything you want I'll probly get it You tell me what you need I'll try not to forget it You need someone to blame I'll ay I said it Bause whatever Didi wants she's gonna get it I wouldn't climb the highest mountain Could get a blister, but almost anything I wouldn't throw coins in a fountain I might be needing to make a phone call I doesn't seem like you're a million miles away, no. But maybe one or two That doesn't mean, I never loved you Me love you long time, when you're on top of me 12: August 8th Birds sing there's not a cloud in the sky August 8th I see a bunch of hippies crying yeah August 8th is a beautiful day Like waking up from a real bad dream suddenly everything is ok The storm has passed the sun is shining yeah August 8th is a beautiful day What's goin on what's goin on is something bummin your scene There's something wrong there's something wrong I'm not trying to be mean The air is sweet the summer flowers bloomin nowhere in that is anything grey Feelings of joy are filling the street yeah beautiful day Like waking up from a fucked up dream suddenly everythings looking good There's been no permanent damage done Yeah August 8th came right when it should Poor Jeff Poor little Timmy turtle Staying home on such a beautiful day 13: Drop The World He won the race the judges concluded He was the better man he had the will to win A hesitation a one time show or place His self would not allow he had to be the best He had denied his urges cause they would of drained his strength that battle had been one with side effects a few He may have dropped the world He could not have let us down Dana has gone away I hope she's in a better place She aced the test a grade above the rest of the class the class felt the curve a 93% was not enough to feed her fix She needs that perfect score The endorphin rush she loved It would opiate her She had denied all allgations of her loneliness That battle had been won with scars still under wraps She may have dropped the world She would not let us down Endorphin rush she loved She may have dropped the world "NO THANX TO MTV- QUIT BUGGING US - MAJOR LABELS -QUIT BUGGING US - COMMERCIAL RADIO - QUIT PLAYING US - WE'VE BEEN DOING JUST FINE ALL THESE YEARS WITHOUT YOU SO LEAVE US THE FUCK ALONE!" NOFX = Punk In Drublic Back To Index Warning !!!: these lyrics are COPYRIGHT protected. NOFX Punk In Drublic 1994 1: Linoleum 2: Leave It Alone 3: Dig 4: The Cause 5: Don't Call Me White 6: A Perfect Goverment 7: The Brews 8: Dying Degree 9: Fleas 10: Lori Meyers 11: Jeff Wears Birkenstocks? 12: Punk Gut 13: The Happy Guy 14: Reeko 15: Scavanger Type 1: Linoleum Possesions never meant anything to me I'm not crazy (Cause I got none) Well that's not true, I've got a bed and a guitar And a dog named dog who pisses on my floor That's right, I've got a floor So what, so what, so what? I've got pockets full of kleenex and lint and holes Where everything imporatnt to me just seems to fall right down my leg and on the floor My closest friend linoleum Linoleum Supports my head, gives me something to believe That's me on the beachside combing the sand Metal meter in my hand Sporting a pocket full of change That's me on the street with a violin under my chin Playing with a grin, singing gibberish That's me on the back of the bus That's me in the cell That's me inside your head That's me inside your head 2: Leave It Alone Breath ever soft We wouldn't wanna break the eggs as we walk Never alone, cautious, afraid I hear the voice of reason on the p.a. Leave it alone, follow the grain We couldn't stop the irresistible force Leave it the same, change with the winds Bringing in the sheaves, bringing in the old Leave it alone DA NA NA NA NA NA NA (x4) Breath, ever so slight We couldn't take away your god given right Leave it alone, heel and stay Roll over and shake and beg for the bone Leave it alone DA NA NA NA NA NA NA (x4) 3: Dig Rationalize values it's so easy to succeed Keeping your eyes on the prize excess Camped outside Laissez Faire People understand me there Don't talk to me we'll get along just fine Blowin' out your mores Henry Ford tradition preys on Idle minds left the emergency brake on too long Underneath the city lies the ruins of mankind The excavation was a financial success With artifacts of gold The arrowheads went straight to the Smithsonian The rest was melted doen and sold Substantial gains Minimal losses are tolerable As long as the machine keeps running fine Cannibals Functioning on Pheromones Rational thought lost to instinctual 4: The Cause It isn't for the money, no it isn't for the fun It's a plan, a scam, a diagram It's for the benefit of everyone You gotta have a little respect Subterranean ideals Traditional neglect Reflect on how you think it would make you feel The cause- we're just doing it for the cause No it isn't for the fortune, it isn't for the fame It's a scheme, a dream, a barterine We want everyone to think the same Because you know what you feel is right And you feel what you can't ignore And you try so hard to point the blame Ashamed- what do we do this for? The cause- we're just doing it for the cause (x4) 5: Don't Call Me White Don't call me white (x4) The connotations wearing my nerves thin Could it be semantics generating the mess we're in? I understand that language breeds stereotype But what's the explanation for the malice, for the spite? Don't call me white (x4) I wasn't brought here, I was born Circumsized, categorized, allegiance sworn Does this mean I have to take such shit For being fairskinned? No! I ain't a part of no conspiracy, I'm just you're average Joe Don't call me white (x4) Represents everything I hate The soap shoved in the mouth to cleanse the mind The vast majority of sheep A buttoned collar, starched and bleached Constricting veins, the blood flow to the brain slows They're so fuckin' ordinary white Don't call me white (x4) 6: A Perfect Goverment Even if it's easy to be free What's your definition of freedom? And who the fuck are you, anyway? Who the fuck are they? Who the fuck am I to say? What the fuck is really going on? How did the cat get so fat? Why does the family die? Do you care why? 'cause there hasn't been a sign Of anything gettin' better in the ghetto People's fed up But when they get up You point your fuckin' finger You racist, you bigot But that's not the problem Now is it? It's all about the money Political power is takin Protecting the rich denying the poor Yeah, they love to watch the war from the White House And I wonder how can they sleep at night? How can they sleep at night? How did the cat get so fat? (x4) 7: The Brews Friday night we'll be drinkin' Manashevitz Goin' out to terrorize goyem Stompin' shagitz, screwin' shicksas As long as we're home by Saturday mornin' Cause hey we're the Brews Sportin' anti swastika tattoos Oi Oi we're the boys Orthodox, hesidic, O.G. Ois Orthopedic Dr. Martins good for Waffle making, kickin' through the shin Reputation, gained through intimidation Pacifism no longer tradition Cause hey we're the Brews Sportin' anti swastika tattoos Oi Oi we're the Brews The fairfax ghetto boys skinheaded jews We got the might, psycho mashuganas We can't lose a fight, as we are the chosen ones Chutspah, we battle then we feast We celebrate, we'll separate our milkplates from our meat 8: Dying Degree Dresser droors are filled with pocket change Coupons cut, cigarettes smoked down to the butt, Is this what dreams are made of! Adding up subtracting down you find yourself sucking the rind Dying degree, graying amie Final payment made - had you forgot? The rightful owner of one deluxe cemetary plot Paisley satin lined how apprapoe What a better way to go Dying degree, graying amie No more eating crumbs When my pension finally comes Your kids want eat mush anymore 'round me Dying degree, graying amie 9: Fleas My father used to say You sleep with dogs the next day You'll wake in the bed scratching Those inevitable fleas At ten years old You listen to what you are told But I never felt the ich I never would My mother had forbidden me To waste away my life I want you to have all the things I could never buy you So don't stop what I'd begun You're my one, my only son Follow what I say not what I've done Follow what I say not what I've done Shower, scrub, and shave Cleanly boys don't misbehave Follow what I say not what I've done 10: Lori Meyers Lori Meyers used to live upstairs Our parents had been friends years Almost every afternoon we'd play forbidden games At nine years old there's no such thing as shame It wasn't recognition of her face, what brough me back was a familiar mark As it flashed across the screen I bought some magazines, some video tape scenes Incriminating act, I felt that I could save her "Who are you to tell me how to live my life?" "You think I sell my body; I merely sell my time." "I ain't no Cinderella, I ain't waitin' for no prince..." "To save me in fact until just now I was doin' just fine" And on and on I know what degregation feels like I felt it on the floor at the factory Where I worked long before, I took control now I answer to me The 50K I make this year will go anywhere I please Where's the problem? 11: Jeff Wears Birkenstocks? Don't wanna chill, don't wanna sit Don't wanna hear no hippy shit Don't tell me I've closed my mind Don't wanna groove, don't wanna dig Don't wanna spend the day naked Don't like my music country fried He's got a tye dyed Rancid shirt He wears his birkenstocks to work Is he a jerk? No! Just confused Jeff don't wear regular shoes He's got a tye dyed Rancid shirt He wears his birkenstocks to work Is he a jerk? No! Just confused Jeff don't wear regular shoes Fat Mike I gotta let you know It's not the tunes, it's their live show And all the people you get to meet Plenty of good vibes and decent drugs Stinky people give you hugs Walk around in your bare feet He's got a tye dyed Rancid shirt He wears his birkenstocks to work Is he a jerk? No! Just confused Jeff don't wear regular shoes 12: Punk Guy Crazier than GG, yet more PC than Ian Got colored teeth like Johnny Exudes a vicious disposition His hair sticks out like Colin' did, he jumps Similar to Springa, he points his middle finga Not just he singer in the band Voted biggest asshole and role model of the year Got a face like Charles Bronson Straight outta Green Bay Wisconsin Not just a singer in the band He'll puke on you, he'll fuck your mom, he'll smoke while huffing gas He was the punkest mother fucker I ever did see Hell he was even more punk than me He should've been on the cover He should've been on the cover He should've been on the cover of Punk and Disorderly Volume II 13: The Happy Guy He's just a man getting through life the best he can He's a not a scientist, he programs a computer Before that he sold cars to pay a student loan now he receives pity From his family - his friends say how could he Turn his back on on reason worshipping A God finding truth through fear and mind control He's just a man trying to explain how He found the word of God could make his life seem less insane So he shares what he's read, what he understands, it makes sense to him, it makes perfect sense to him, in fact He's never seen so clearly Turned his back on free will - has he lost his mind? He'd rather kneel down than take charge of his life And he knows what people think, but it dosen't sway him He can read the writings on the wall 'Cause he knows how people treat, how they treat eachother A sacrifice to benefit the all Don't try to judge him, his theological ideas His hopes may be false but his happiness is real Don't try to judge him, he's just a man 14: Reeko Reeko, try to understand, it really is that bad It won't just go away, the party's over It's past two'o'clock, so it's about time We stopped, 'cause I see the keg has been sucked dry The cisco was emptied in to the aquarium Where the fish all seem to play the ex lax Lines the dog bowl The toilet's overflowed, we've had our fun so now there's nothing left to damage. We got no place left to go Mr. President, please understand, it really is that bad It won't just go away, it's just beginning The ballots have been cast, we make like seaward rats Leave this sinking ship, leave and not look back The things we never tried to disallow Have come back to haunt us now With apple pie and chevrolet We've come to see the end, we've all made this bed Now we got nowhere to lay, dies and gentlemen Try to understand 15: Scavenger Type Gigin alone at the bottom of the hill Our protagonist named Bill Sets his sghts on an anchor steam pint All he needs is thirteen quarters Congregated in his hat A crow, a scavenger type California redemption provides him with his rent Room and board inside a fifth of comfort As the wind penetrates his bones His mind keep focused Tidal waves of sound catapulted From his horn wail like lovers The coins don't drop consistent as does the mercury His meter slows realizing a zenith He's reached perfection No one did see him die NOFX - White Trash Two Heebs And A Bean Back To Index Warning !!!: these lyrics are COPYRIGHT protected. NOFX White Trash Two Heebs And A Bean 1992 NOFX is: Eric Melvin -guitar Erik Ghint -drums El Hefe -trumpet, guitar, vocals Fat Mike -bass, vocals 1: Soul Doubt 2: Sticking In My Eye 3: Bob 4: You're Bleeding 5: Straight Edge 6: Liza And Louise 7: The Bag 8: Please Play This Song On The Radio 9: Warm 10: I Wanna Be Your Baby 11: Johnny Appleseed 12: She's Gone 13: Buggley Eyes 1: Soul Doubt Sometimes I feel my life is going 'round in circles Beneath my eyes are bluish black There's nothing new, no one I wanna talk to Nothing I wanna think about, I got soul doubt I stick My head out of the window, it's closed Instead of air, I get glass stuck in to my head The city's sounding, and I can't seem to stop the pounding Can't keep my thoughts from flying 'round ( X 2 ) Not sure what I am thinking about, I got soul doubt A shameless display, wearing a smile full of pain A frameless Erte, a painting without a signature She's waiting for someone to save her As I pass her I see Cinderella She dosen't fit into the slipper Like she fits in a bottle of liquor There's no one to take her away Her eyes meet mine, she sees right through me The question is asked, Whatcha' gonna do for me? I don't want nothin', just a connection I gotta know what she's all about Cause I know she's been there -- Soul doubt I stick my head out of the window once again This time I see a thousand faces all too clear They wear the same expression, I've seen in my face So many times, I know exactly how they feel I know exactly how they feel I know just what they think about They've got soul doubt 2: Sticking In My Eye When I look 'round, I only see outta one eye As the smoke surrounds my head, the sauna I hear the voices, but I can't make out their words Saying things, saying things that I got something sticking in my eye Got something sticking in my eye ( X 2 ) I feel unusual from thinking About the underground decay, God help me Kill beneath the camera, watch the world begin to cry It's not from pity, it comes from What's been sticking in my eye Got something sticking in my eye 3: Bob Fifteen years getting loaded Fifteen years 'till his liver exploded Now what's Bob gonna do now that he can't drink? The Doc said, "What were you thinkin' 'bout?" Bob said, "That's just the point, I wasn't thinkin' 'bout nothing Now I gotta do something else to pass the time." Had someone shave his head Got a new identity Sixty-two holed air conditioned boots And a girl who rides a scooter to take him out of town They could get away Riding around, as the trucks drive by You could here the mother fuckers go... A couple of lines, an extra thermos of Joe He'll be kickin' in heads at the punk rock show, yeah Bob's the kinda guy who knows just what Bob's the kinda guy who knows just what to do When the doctor tells him to "Quit your drinkin', now's the time." Will he ever walk the line To all my friends, I feel just great But will he ever walk the line Kickin' ass and bustin' heads Red suspenders Once a day he shaves his head But will he ever walk the line? 4: You're Bleeding You've got the beauty, but that don't mean a thing A bland reciprocation, but that dosen't bother me You're happier with lights on underneath a darkened sky Only in the spotlight can you tell me of your crimes I understand the situation, but I can't Seem to understand the motivations you once had I recall a message I once left behind a screen I was entranced, when you were never there for me You're draining, you're draining me, I'm not a tub What ever happened to the girl I used to hold? I held in such a high regard Where is the girl who had it all? I used to think I wasn't worthy of your cause I used to feel so lucky Until the day I felt a weakness in my arms I knew from where it had been coming You're bleeding, you're bleeding me, I can recall The passions you once had, where did they go? I knew a girl who had it all? I knew a girl where did she go? 5: Straight Edge (Lyrics by Ian McKaye -mIn0R thrEAt) Liza And Louise Liza's had enough of men She says, she won't get buried again She says, they don't know how to fuck Her last boyfriend, the shmuck Shared with her a nice disease Kept her passive, on her knees 'Til one day she took his car And drove it to the city Liza had put down a few When she met this girl named Lou Who convinced her to go home with her She said, "My name's Louise Now will you take off my clothes please? I want to take you to the moon and back So get on your back." With a flick of the tongue She made her scream She made her laugh She made her dance She was happy for the first time And you know she wanted more Now with her legs spread wider She needed to have Louise inside her She said, "I'll never forget the first time You kissed me, now I want you to fist me." Louise didn't need a second invitation She knew just what to do ( X 2 ) Liza had cum a few times before But she had never even seen the door Into the world of pleasures of the flesh She felt just like 16 And her life before now was a dream Or even a nightmare thats over and done Just like warm healing rays Shining from the sun (Liza and Louise courtesy of Fat Wreck Chords) 7: The Bag Endless evenings of non-exist Are getting shorter, monotonous Like an intruder, I belong outside Although I find myself right back The same place I was before Saying things I'd say once more There's no reason for me to be here, no I feel so lonesome, surrounded by friends Who are talking about me, saying things I could care less about This dialogue is without Worth, content, significance Conversational ambivalence Hear the same things every night, it just ain't right I'm not the one to hold the bag Give me something I can sink my teeth into Show me a time, tell me a story That I haven't heard a million times before I pass out from boredom As I watch the people pass I see moments in their lives, nothing fascinating Are we all living for the past, never realizing We're clinging to an empty bag Lacking content, significance Conversational ambivalence Say the same thing every night, it just ain't right We'll see who's left holding the bag 8: Please Play This Song On The Radio We wrote this song, it's not too short, not too long It's got back-up voc's in just the right places It's got a few oohs and ahhs It takes a little pause Just before the second chorus Please play this song on the radio Almost every line is sung on time Almost every verse ends in a rhyme The only problem we had was writing enough words But that's okay, because the chorus is Coming up again now Please play this song on the radio Please play this song on the radio 9: Warm One more time for Ho Jo, you know I can't wait Another wasted line I'm sittin' in the corner, I can feel the weight Of my head on top of my spine There's nothing to be scared of once you've Seen the the light, reflecting through the screen A eudaemonistic life composed of tar and nicotine You know it, You know it, You know it 'Cause you've seen it, now you believe it You know it because it seems so real You know it because you've seen it, now you believe it You know it because it seems so real It seems so real, It seems so real, It seems so real Sit back and relax and do nothin',na,na,na,na You'll laugh, then you'll cry, then you'll feel nothin',na,na,na,na Implanted images of morality Images of life, they seem so real One more time for Ho Jo, what does it mean? I'm not sure I know, while looking for somebody Deep inside a dream, my sunshine turns to snow Now it's blowin' inside, I don't feel the cold Yet I'm frozen to my seat My eyes have seen the truth And still my mind admits defeat 10: I Wanna Be Your Baby Open your self, let me inside Open your arms, I have nowhere To go, so let me in to you I need to be where nothing can hurt me Open your legs, to let me crawl Inside of you, I need to be Inside your womb, So take me home Inside of you, envelope me, I'm home I wanna be your baby Bringin' me down Bringin' me down Open your lips and take me in I need to be inside within Let me become a part of you Let me inside of you, swallow me whole I want to know the things you hide I want to feel the things you feel I want to breath the air you breathe I want to live inside of you, take me Bringin' me down I wanna be your baby Let me live inside 11: Johnny Appleseed Through word of mouth let it be known The man who spends his life on a mission, he's legendary Travelling from coast to coast He's the contemporary Johnny Appleseed He's making sure his garden grows He'll plant a seed in every town he goes Fertilizing the country side Couldn't stop him with insecticide Makin' sure that the garden grows, yeah,yeah,yeah Groomin' the backyard, or whackin' a weed When diggin' holes, he'll be wearing a glove He go into the shed, get out a shovel, and he shove He'll plant the seed, makin' sure it's sown He go into the shed, and he start hoein' with the hoe, ho,ho,ho Makin' sure that the garden grow, yeah,yeah,yeah He'll water the yard with the garden hose Groomin' the backyard, or whackin' a weed yeah,yeah,yeah The contemporary Johnny Appleseed 12: She's Gone A blackened wick is what remains The flame was blown out just recently Although the candle hadn't burned down to the stick It won't be lit again, the day won't be so bright We don't know what she may have been All we know is what she left behind An apartment cluttered with children's toys, Photos of good times In the bedroom, there's sheets on the windows There's a four poster bed for a reason There's a box on the floor full of secrets It won't be opened Here older boys and girls would play All inhibitions were left behind As the door would close, her face began to shine This was her finest hour, this was her finest time Now, she's gone, and it's not gonna be alright, not for me She's gone, but not forgotten, she's still here In all those years she touched so many lives Who's gonna watch the little girl she left behind? Carol Anne stands alone in the school yard All the other children have gone After waiting for hours, She can't understand why her mother left her sad In the darkness she sees definition In the silence, she hears someone calling After nightmares, she lies in bed screaming But there's no reaction There's no one listening, there's no one Now, she's gone, and it's never gonna be alright, not for me, She's gone 13: Buggley Eyes Have you ever gone to sleep with Bo Derek And woke up with Bo Diddley? Have you ever gone to sleep with Bo Derek And woke up with Bo Diddley? You got so loaded, you thought that she Was the most beautiful gal that you ever did see Yeah, have you ever gone to sleep with Bo derek And woke up with Bo Diddley? Woke up in the morning, to your surprise A couple melons in tube socks, And buggley eyes Yeah, have you ever gone to sleep with Bo Derek And woke up with Bo Diddley?