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Beelzebob
02:46
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(CHORUS)
Beelzebob is the devil’s neighbor
Beelzebob comes to wish him well
Beelzebob always asks for a favor
He makes Satan’s life a living hell
Beelzebob is into fitness
Beelzebob takes aerobics class
Beelzebob is a Jehovah’s witness
Who leaves pamphlets on Satan’s grass
Beelzebob always wants to borrow
Beelzebob always achieves
Beelzebob says he’ll bring it back tommorow
And takes the pitchfork to rake his leaves
Cuz he lives at 6-5-6
He’s the neighbor of the beast
When he sticks, Satan can’t get no peace.
He’s aggravatin’ Satan
CHORUS
Beelzebob met a red hot mama
Beelzebob really loves her
Beelzebob went and bought her some pajamas
And her name is Lucy Fur
Lucy Fur has three little brats
Lucy Fur really loves them all
Lucy Fur, kids play with bats
And broke Satan’s window with a baseball
CHORUS
Even in the lowest level
Of Inferno number 7
There’s no sympathy for the devil
So Satan moved to heaven
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2. |
Starin' at a Heron
03:05
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I’m starin, starin at a heron
Just tryin to figure it out
I’m starin, starin at a heron
Wondering what it’s all about
This is where the
Confusion starts
Looks like it’s made from
Dinosaur parts
Sings like an alligator
Moves like a snake
Might have feathers
But I think it’s a fake
(CHORUS)
IS IT A REPTILE OR IS IT A BIRD?
Its bark in the dark
Is the strangest thing that I’ve ever heard
IS IT A CREATURE FROM AGES AGO?
I’m starin, starin at a heron
Ain’t sure what to do
I’m starin, starin at a heron
For it’s too weird to be true
Cretaceous critter
Comes down with a swoop
Flaps so floppy that
Is wingtips droop
Tromps through the swamp
In search of a snack ‘til
It flies away
Like a pterodactyl
CHORUS
I’m starin, starin at a heron
Feeling so perplexed
I’m starin, starin at a heron
Can’t guess what’ll happen next
Stalks so slowly
Like it’s frozen in time
Creeps in eerie
Pantomime
Its loch ness neck
Has an S-shaped kink
Makes me think
It’s the missing link
CHORUS
I’m starin, starin at a heron
That’s starin right back at me
I’m starin, starin at a heron
As still as I can be
Taken so long, to finish this song
Now I got something to prove
We’re gonna have us a contest
To see who’s the first to move…
The heron wins….
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3. |
Godzilla versus Poutine
04:09
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An extra-large poutine order
Travelled across the water
Getting bigger along the way
Until it invaded Tokyo Bay
Its molten cheese and gravy
Destroyed Japan’s navy
The streets were filled with fries
O how the people were terrorized
Suddenly the buildings started to sway
GODZILLA versus POUTINE
A big green monster came to save the day
GODZILLA versus POUTINE
But that lizard never had a chance
GODZILLA versus POUTINE
He got crushed in a cheese curd avalanche
GODZILLA versus POUTINE
(CHORUS)
Hey-now, Hey-now, Hey-now
Can you hear the people scream?
It’s the worst thing they’ve ever seen
GODZILLA versus POUTINE
Now who will stop that fiend?
GODZILLA versus POUTINE
When Poutine took out Godzilla
GODZILLA versus POUTINE
It got sucker punched by a big gorilla
KING KONG versus POUTINE
But King Kong ceased his attack
KING KONG versus POUTINE
He slipped on the grease & broke his back
KING KONG versus POUTINE
CHORUS (KING KONG versus POUTINE)
Suddenly a vampire bat
DRACULA versus POUTINE
Sunk its fangs into the fat
GODZILLA versus POUTINE
But ol’ Drac had to pay the cost
GODZILLA versus POUTINE
There was garlic in the poutine sauce
GODZILLA versus POUTINE
CHORUS (DRACULA versus POUTINE)
The lizard returned with a swing of his tail
GODZILLA versus POUTINE
Scattering fries over hill and dale
GODZILLA versus POUTINE
With fiery breath he burnt the cheese,
GODZILLA versus POUTINE
Dried the sauce and saved the Japanese
GODZILLA versus POUTINE
Hey-now, Hey-now, Hey-now
Can you hear the people scream?
It’s the BEST THING they’ve ever seen
GODZILLA CONQUERS POUTINE
Someone has stopped that fiend.
GODZILLA CONQUERS POUTINE
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4. |
Cornichons Frits
03:51
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De toutes ses croustilles, voici mon favori
Cornichon - on est ben parti
Les Louisianais font de bons pickels pannés
Cornichon - on n’est pas tanné
(refrain)
La ville de NOLA
Baigne dans l’huile Mazola
Ça donne de belles rondeurs aux filles
Et mes mains parcourent
Leurs beaux beignets d’amour
Cornichon, cornichon, cornichon
Cornichon frit
Le goût de la saumure enrobée de friture
Cornichon - on se sent gras dur
Les invités délirent autour du poêle à frire
Cornichon - on s’en tire pas pire
La bouffe dans le bayou
Descend comme un caillou
Il faut danser toute la nuit
Quand nous nous frottons
Ça fait passer le motton
Cornichon, cornichon, cornichon
Cornichon frit
Cornichon, c’est si bon
C’est si bon, cornichon
Avec la sauce cayenne
Qui chatouille la bedaine
Cornichon, c’est si bon
C’est si bon, cornichon
Surtout s’ils sont cuits
Comme sur le Mississipi
In the home of the frit
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5. |
Hug a Slug
03:29
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Let me tell you bout a pal I know
Such a friendly escargot
Just hug a slug today
Got the time to say hello
Stick around and grab some jello
Ooze all the blues away
Shell-free snail, on your trail
Love can’t fail when you’re next to me
When we squeeze, it shakes my knees
Wish to please you tenderly
Can’t wait to hold the bod
Of a gooey gastropod
Just hug a slug today
When we’re in a cool embrace
Got a smile all over my face
Ooze all the blues away
Your slime
Makes me happy everytime
That we intertwine
It’s such a sweet sweet drug
And we’ll shine
Like the track you leave behind
The feeling is sublime
When you hug a slug
They seem identical
Til you’re wrapped in their tentacles
Just hug a slug today
You can choose any one you like
They’re all hermaphrodites
Ooze all the blues away
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Darling you’re the queen of pasta
Your taste makes my pulse go faster
But you’re far away and I’m feeling blue
There ain’t no way that I’m forgettin’
The spiciness of your spaghetti
I’m yodeling for your noodles the whole day through
Every night I feel so lost
And time drags by so slowly
Babe I dream of your homemade sauce
And ravio-o-oli
I pine for your portions plenty
Your ripe tomatoes, your skin al dente
Just what is a hungry boy to do?
I yearn for your pesto penne
Been so long without getting any
So I’m yodeling for your noodles the whole day through
Now my meal is solitude
And that ain’t no baloney
Always thinking of your food
I’m cannel-o-oni
The feelings in my heart are strained
But soon I will come home again
To be back in the arms of you know who
Until that long awaited date
I’m sitting here holding my plate
And yodeling for your noodles the whole day through
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Household cleaning had no meaning, until one fine day
Must confess, my domestic mess simply got carried away
Got a hunch I forgot my lunch somewhere in my room
Did not know that it would grow and almost be my doom
It’s gonna be the night of the living bread
I forgot a sandwich beneath my bed
Gonna be the night of the living bread
Because mold is never dead
Gonna be the night of the living bread
Covered in mycelium thread
Because mold is never dead (X 2)
Two in the morning, without a warning
The sandwich started to crawl
As I slept, it slowly crept and got halfway up the wall
There it hovered, above the covers, what a sneaky snack
The fuzzy crust spat spores and dust and prepared to attack
CHORUS
Woke up screaming, was not dreaming
Down the hall I fled
Was pursued by some vengeful food
Beware of sandwich spread
I got so flustered, I threw some mustard – all it did was gape
Holy moly, it moved quite slowly, but there was no escape
To repel the attack of a 12-inch sub, I had to smash it with a club
Clubbed sandwich, smash it up now
Swiss cheese on rye that would not die, Conquered by I and I, Rastafarai
No onion no cry
Gonna be the night of the living bread
I should have thrown it out instead
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8. |
Les Mouches
03:19
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Quand la ville fait dur
Et manque d’allure
On cherche refuge
En pleine nature
Mais lorsqu’on se cante
Dans le fond d’une tente
Une chorale de moustiques
Nous chante :
«Quand les mouches nous touchent
Au moment qu’on se couche
On a envie d’une douche
Quand les mouches nous touchent »
Au fond de la forêt
Au bord de nos oreilles
Elle viennent nous sussurer
Cette douce mélopée
Le lendemain, histoire sans fin
Les mouches noires disent
« Bonjour le voisin »
Elles sont bien en chair
Et faciles à plaire
C’est pourquoi on appelle ça
Le plein air
Quand les mouches nous touchent
On est en tabarnouche
Avec des yeux qui louchent
Quand les mouches nous touchent
C’est drôle comme ces petites bêtes
Nous font de grandes sucettes
On leur donne à nourrir
Mais elle nous font courir
C’est ben du sport
Elle nous touchent encore
Maintenant c’est le tour
Des frappe-a-bord
Les petits snorros
Embarque su’l dos
Pour partir avec un bon morceau
Quand les mouches nous touchent
Ça vire en escarmouche
Il faut fermer la bouche
Quand les mouches nous touchent
Elles m’ont tellement mangé
Que leur santé est en danger
'Tite mouche si tu t’avances
Tu boufferas des gras trans
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9. |
Goober Peas
03:37
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Sitting by the roadside on a summer's day
Chatting with my mess-mates, passing time away
Lying in the shadows underneath the trees
Goodness, how delicious, eating goober peas.
(Chorus)
Peas, peas, peas, peas
Eating goober peas
Goodness, how delicious,
Eating goober peas.
When a horse-man passes, the soldiers have a rule
To cry out their loudest, "Mister, here's your mule!"
But another custom, enchanting-er than these
Is wearing out your grinders, eating goober peas.
Chorus
Just before the battle, the General hears a row
He says "The Yanks are coming, I hear their rifles now."
He turns around in wonder, and what d'ya think he sees?
The Georgia Militia, eating goober peas.
Chorus
I think my song has lasted almost long enough.
The subject's interesting, but the rhymes are mighty rough.
I wish the war was over, so far from rags and fleas
We'll kiss our wives and sweethearts, and gobble goober peas.
Chorus
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