DAAS SONGS 2
Hi ma, I've come back home,
Cause I don't like this world we live in.
For all my faults and failures
Please tell me I'm forgiven .
I want my old womb back,
My cosy cubby-hole,
I want to be your child again
Before I get too old.
Mummy dearest, mother mine
It's me your baby boy
I know what's lacking in your life
That old maternal joy.
So lets boil up some water
No need to get a nurse
It'll be just like the virgin birth
But only in reverse.
Mummy dearest, mother mine
It's me your only son
Freud would have a field day
Trying to understand this one
Let's have a natural re-entry
Most doctors say it's easier
But I've brought a butchers knife
Just in case you want a caeser
(Blood mother blood! Epidural! Et tu brute, hey!)
It's not some old wive's tale
Or some unfortunate wisecrack
But you could use some extra weight
And I need to take a nine month nap.
And I've been good, I've been good
Now I deserve a small reward
Don't want my birthday suit
I want to wear my umbilical cords
(You know, the ones with the jumbo flare with the spot of
blood around the cuff.)
Mummy dearest, mother mine
Look what the stork brought back
I don't want no damp bunk bed
I want my foetal sack
I was a sad lonely child
I wish that you'd had twins
And if you can spare the room Ma
I'd like to bring some friends
Mummy dearest, mother mine
It's me your pookie bear
I don't want to hurt you
Or soil your underwear
Cause you're my guru, my ma
My host, my home, my mentor
We could have a three course meal
If we boil up the old placenta
(Finger lickin' good ma)
A sinking sun, burned me awake
Through the shattered window pane
I recall through eyes of claret red
He had taken me again
And the hair of the dog revives me
But I find it hard to swollow
It's a marriage made in heaven
Between me and the bottle.
A thousand words come back
And the room just spins
The sodden mattress holds my heart
And he cradles my regrets
I hear him once again
He knows that I'll not follow
It's a marriage of convienience
Between me and the bottle.
Now king alcohol comes back
With his static and his pride
As it swaggers drunk and sinful
Through my throat all parched and dry
And if I shoudl die before I wake
I pray the Lord, my soul to take
So I can rest and never wake again in sorrow
It's a marriage on the rocks
Between me and the bottle.
Skippy's all grown up he's not a joey anymore
He's interested in getting pissed and passing out on the floor
He glassed Mat Hammond with a bottle of stout
And threw a dart in Sonny's eyes before he ripped it out.
Who's that walking on air?
Bouncing down the street without a care?
It's Skin-head Skippy, the killer kangeroo
With blood soaked bovver boots and a racist sttitude.
A mean fucking mother's son,
Not afraid of anyone,
Got the others on the run,
Here he comes, here he comes
Skippy the skin oi!
Tch tch tch tch tch oi!
Skippy's got a tattoo and he's gone and shaved his head
He's dating wallabies half his age
And getting them into bed
He says his old firends are all miserable pricks
They're married now or dead or gone
Or mentally sick.
Who's that walking on air
Bouncing down the street without a care?
Well my friend Flicka died in "Man from Snowy River 2"
Benji got the snip and tuck and now he's sniffing glue
Milo and Otis died at least eight times over
Rin Tin Tin blindly humps the leg of his owner
Flipper became sushi
Mr. Ed loves drag
Lassie's a transvestite
And Gentle Ben, Gentle Ben's a fag
Who's causing havoc on the docks?
In a pair of coloured braces and cherry red Docs?
It's Skin-head Skippy the facist kangeroo
With a blood soaked stanley knige
And a racist attitude
He'' wait until your all alone
Smash your skull, break your bones
Send the pieces to your home.
He's the one
All in fun
Skippy the Skin-head!
Tch tch tch tch tch tch tch tch tch tch tch tch tch tch
Oi!
Loudly let the trumpets bray
Tum Tum Tara, Tum Tum Tara
Ladies and gentlemen we present for you now the lost songs of
Gilbert and Sullivan's "Mikado". These songs were censored at
the time by Queen Victoria herself because of their intense
political and revolutionary nature. We present them to you now,
translated from the original Japanese.
Loudly bang the sounding brasses
Bom Bom Babom Bom Bom Bom
Can we walk hand in hand through the park?
We'll whisper sweet nothings and love sonnets by the bard
It's a love I'll know will always last
If we walk hand in hand through the park.
Shall we stroll along the promenade?
I shall buy you ice-cream treats and shield you from the sun.
My heart beats louder than Venus did for Mars
Shall we stroll along the promenade?
Let us dine by romantic candlelight
We'll drink wine and whiskey and I'll get you slightly drunk
And if my hand slips, maybe you won't mind
If we dine by romantic candlelight.
Shall I babysit for your sister Gwen?
I shall run round her house naked and try on her underwear
Oh! Have I said something wrong again?
Shall I babysit for your sister Gwen?
You look so lovely in your dress of pale chiffon
With its tight bodice and its lovely little bows
Oh please let me try it on
Please dress me up in pale chiffon
Can you staple-gun my genitals to the wall?
I wouldn't normally beg but I've been a trifle tense
We could both have a ball
If you staple-gun my genitals to the wall.
Will you let me be your cocker-spaniel pup?
Punish me for disobedience, rub my nose in "it"
You can treat me rough (ruff, ruff)
Oh! Let me be your cocker-spaniel pup?
Push bamboo shoots up my arse.
Beat me with piping while you wear a latex mask
I'm so shy I dare not ask
Will you push bamboo shoots up my arse?
Oh let me urinate upon your tongue
Let me give you a tickle with my little golden trickle
I will be your pee-wee chum
If you let me urinate upon your tongue.
Oh, let me rub up against your thigh
Let me shoot my load and spray cum into your...(fa la la la)
I will be your very steady guy
If you let me rub up against your thigh.
Can I fill your gutty-wutz with curdled cream?
Baby-gravy, a **** choker, a necklace made of ****
There's so much you'll be bursting at the seams
When I fill your gutty-wutz with curdled cream
Oh permit me to penetrate your arse
Push my red hot poker along the dirt shaft
I'm not the first - I will not be the last
Oh permit me to penetrate your arse
Let me lick your sticky sopping ****
Roll my tongue around your **** and kiss your ****
I'm so hot - Oh! I think you've got a rash
Let me lick your sticky sopping ****
We'll play with ****
A giant **** called **** I'm sure will do the trick
I will be your sweet little boy
If you let play with ****
[Everyone!]
Stimulate my penis with your hand
Help me reach climax with the back of your throat
I will be your ever-loving man
If you stimulate my penis with your hand!
Virigin Mary (Joseph was a lousy fuck)
Oh, the Virgin Mary weren't no virgin when I knew her
She'd been round the traps a couple of times
With the men from Herrods troups.
Oh the Virgin Mary weren't no virgin when I knew
She had the mind of a child
And the body (body, body) of a sewer
Oh the virgin Mary didn't need no urgin'
Oh, the Virgin Mary weren't no virgin.
Mexican Hitler
Ein volk, ein Reich, ein Cha Cha Cha!
Ein volk, ein Reich, ein Cha Cha Cha!
Ein volk, ein Reich, ein Cha Cha Cha!
Here comes the German Re-unification
Catch the plane to Buenos Aires
And find the new generation
On the autobahn with Speedy Gonzales
Heyna, heyna, na, hey, heyna, heyan, na hey...
Eating nachos in the sun
South America here I come!
I want to be a Mexian Hitler
(Viva la Furher! Viva la Furher!)
With Mussolini in a white sombrero
(Viva la Furher! Viva la Furher!)
Here comes the new law and the new order
The Reichstags burning south of the border
When you're low, where can you go? Where else?...
Mexico!
We'll find a small Peruvian Village
Just like Poland we'll burn, rape, pillage,
Drink Tequila, then siesta with Goering, Goebbels, Himmler and Kessler
Heyna, heyna, na hey, heyna, heyan, na hey..
Then I'll quench my evil desire
By setting Eva Braun and Blondie on fire
I want to be a Mexian Hitler
(Viva la Furher! Viva la Furher!)
While Franco dances a fascist rhumba
(Viva la Franco! Viva la Furher!)
Who's that driving the Volkswagon car?
It's the little old Nazi from Pasadena
Eh Pancho - eh Cisco
Where are they dude? ...
Mexico!
I met a knee slapping senorita who worked for a peso on Salon Kitty
She said, big girls love dic-tators
But the ones that do aren't pretty
I said, here comes the fourth reich baby
And if the propaganda works one day
They'll be goose-stepping in Cal-if-orn-ia
I want to be a Mexian Hitler
While Saddam Lambadas
It's a triumph of the will
Here come, here come, here come
The three boys from Brazil
Hey-ho off we go
Where to? ...Mexico Mexico
Mexico! Mexico!
Ola!
Wimmin Lit. "O lesbian, o Mother."
If I asked all the wimmin in the world what was to be a lesbian
They would be silent, o Mother.
Yet if I asked all the min (sorry "min" is the dirivative of wimmin
- fight on sisters) what is was to be a lesbian
They would speak their small dark and vicious minds for eternity.
O man, o male, o sapien, o cock.
Viril volvick pole vaulter
Creamy contorted control tower
Penetrating the pink fluffy clouds of all wimmin
O man, o male o sapien o cock!
Ramrod frothing spring roll
Dipping, dunking, drooping
Into the soya sause bowl of all sisters
To create a sweet and sour pork.
O man, o male, o sapien, o cock.
Siamese eyed invader
Cake decorator
Squidginy, squirting, splodging
The cheap white carborhydrates
Apon the womans lemon meurainge spounge.
Actually make that black forrest.
O man, o male, o sapien, o cock!!
I reject thee, I reject thee, I reject thee,
Thrice.
O man, o male, o sapien, o cock!
Veculent fist, thrust cruelly
Within the mother earth glove puppet.
Front end loader,
Mining, hating, scraping, defiling.
Filling the unwilling velvet gold mines
With splodges and wet wadds of baby gravy.
O man, o male, o sapien, o cock!
Loathing laden ladle lavishing lumps of creamy, hairy white sause
Apon the womans chicken Maryland... hairyland.
O male, you wish to fuck this body?
You wish to fuck... it ... now?
Well thou shall not, thou shall not, thou shall not, thou shall not,
Thou shall not, thou shall not, thou shall not, thou shall not,
Thou maybe son, but thou shall not, thou shall not...
Thrice.
O man, o male, o sapien, o cock!
Furious frown, invading the loving, understanding verticle smile of
all wimmin.
O man, o male, o sapien, o COCK!!!!
Single headed dog, pissing on the felopian tree.
O man, o male, o sapien, o COCK!!
Pink and purple Pajero family wagon
Drinving around the vulvic cul de sac.
O man, o male, o sapien, o cock!
You total sexist bastard
Get out of our lives!!
Sha la la la la la la la
Sha la la la la la
I fuck dogs
In the park
After dark
When the moon is a pie in the sky
The great dane is too tall
Chihuahuas are too small
But the dog that I like to quell lonely nights
Well the Duchhound is best of all
Cos he is longer, and he's thin
He loves to let me in
His eyes swell with love he fits like a glove
And that's way he's mans best friend.
I fuck dogs, he fucks dogs
We fuck dogs, they fuck dogs,
We all fuck dogs in the park
She fucks dogs, she fucks dogs,
She fucks dogs, she fucks dogs
We all fuck dogs in the park
He's got bed bugs, ticks and nits
And he scrathes then I itch.
But the kennel is cramped, and though he's a scamp
Life with a dog is a bitch
You'll never be alone
If you give the dog a bone.
I'm not weird, we don't kiss, but the problem is this,
His bark (ruff, ruff, ruff,, ruff, ruff, ruff)
Is worse than his bite.
I fuck dogs
In the park
After dark
When the moon is up high in the sky
And I'm not.....proud. (Arooooo)
My soul was pierced with the Lord's blessed spear
My eyes were blinded by him light
My heart is witness to a burning passion
I am unworthy before his sight
Deliver me from the mouth of Satan
Deliver me from that tongue of fire
Take me to your holy mountain
Wash me in the blood that flows from your side
Wash me in the blood that flows from your side.
Phil Donahue, we love you
Sally Jesse Raphael,
The southern belle is oh so swell
But oh for a gun, oh for a gun
Oh for a gun
Just to kill, kill, kill, kill
Oh for a gun, oh for a gun,
Oh for a gun,
just to kill Oprah Winfrey
There oughta be a law
Against shooting off your mouth
I don't invite you in
But you still get into my house
You've....
Got the world upon your sholders
And a weight upon your mind
Tell you something Oprah Winfrey
There's more weight on your behind
I'll.......
Take some guns and ammo
Cruise down to LA
Ask you for your autograph
And blow you away
When the cops truss me up
And drag me to the station
I'll tell them very simply
I did it for the nation
And....
There's a reason for my plan
Something that they do not know
To sell the story of my life
And guest star on Geraldo
Oh Oprah, Oh Oprah,
I want to turn you off!
Well I flipped my wig in the Valley of the Dolls
Went on a teenage rampage, what a trip trip trip
This psychedelic retro that they don't understand
Open up your mind, button up your lip lip lip
Cause I'm sick of conversations with people I despise
I'm sick of free love and always quenching my desires
I'm sick of groovy, dig it, and like wow
I'm sick of it all I want to crush, kill, destroy.
I wanna spill the blood of a hippy
I'm eager to stone a stoned child from the 60's
I want a switchblade to cut their lovebeads
An enema, (enema, emnema), not love,
That's what the world needs now.
My body is a temple, it's a sacred site
She's chanting mantras she's a loser lost in space space space
She's jacked into the junk she's got a velvet head
She's not high on life she's off her face face face.
I say no more "Alice when she's ten foot tall"
No more "Blowin' in the wind" or "I shall be released"
No more I got this headache, honey what's the use?
I'm gonna get a gun and make my own kind of fun
I wanna spill the blood of a hippy
I'm eager to stone a stoned child from the 60's
I want a switchblade to cut their lovebeads
An enema, (enema, eneman), not love,
That's what the world needs now!
Hippy version 2
I had a date at eight with a girl called Fleur
I had to meet her parents, what a trip trip trip
They offered me a joint, a cup of miso soup
And some tofu magic mushrooms oh how hip hip hip
Then I saw her with a poster of Jimmy Hendrix on the wall
I saw her change from a schooldress and into a sarong
I saw her saying cool, diggin' it and like wow
Then I sawed her in half, I can't tell which piece I want
I wanna spill the blood of a hippie
I'm eager to stone a stoned child from the sixties
I want a switchblade to cut their lovebeads
Genocide not Genesis
That's what the world needs now.
We've had enough of farting vegetarians
Open up their mouths and feed 'em meat meat meat
Get all the buskers, dole bludgers and the junkies
Back on the crack and off the street street streets
Well I say no more "Alice when she's ten foot tall"
No more "Blowin' in the wind" or "I shall be released"
There's a hippy in my house, he drives me mad
It wouldn't be so bad if he was someone elses Dad.
I wanna spill the blood of a hippy
I'm eager to stone a stoned child from the 60's
I want a switchblade to cut their peenies
An enema, (enema, enema), not love.
That's what the world needs now.
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