I'm With Stupid
Stupid, stupid, stupid... (repeats)
Guess what? I'm with stupid
Guess what? 'Cause I'm with you
Guess what? I'm with stupid
Guess what? 'Cause I'm with you
Another white boy band
They're happy on demand
Everything is planned
Until the singer gets a habit
Guess what?
Guess what? This could get to be a habit
Guess what?
Guess what? This could get to be a habit
Guess what? I'm with stupid
Guess what? 'Cause I'm with you
Guess what? I'm with stupid
Guess what? 'Cause I'm with you
I'm going out of my head
Inside a T.A.Z.
You won't catch me living or dead
On the Hollywood A-List
Guess what?
Guess what? The Hollywood A-List
Guess what?
Come and get your arse kissed
Guess what? I'm with stupid
Guess what? 'Cause I'm with you
Guess what? I'm with stupid
Guess what? 'Cause I'm with you
(repeats)
Stupid, stupid, stupid... (repeats)
And now for the rest of this record we have a selection of musical
items--a stereo treat--as a reward for all your hard work.
Shake Baby Shake
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake, baby, shake the memories away
Shake it, shake it
Shake this grown-up Barbie Doll of a day
Shake it, shake it
She gets Hugh Hefner, but she forgets the year
She just shakes her yeah, yeah, yeah
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake the dirt from your hands now Lisa Marie
Shake it, shake it
Shaking up the family with Pamela Lee
Shake it, shake it
Shake this fear of getting nothing done
If you can bake a cake you can make a bomb
Somebody forgot about something, for sure, something so obvious that
they missed it, it's inevitable
Moribund music of the 70's
Let me feel it
Pass It Along
NOTE: Several remixed versions of this song were converted to .MP3 and made available for download from www.chumba.com, including Pass It Along (MP3 Mix), Pass It Along (Rock-O-Rama Mix), Pass It Along (Beats Working Mix), and Pass It Along (Albumesque Mix).
Come on, come on, come on
Send this song to twenty people
Add your name, don't break the cycle
Pass it along by word of mouse
Save the world, don't leave the house
Because a virtual office in a virtual home
Means you'll never have to drive through the wrong part of town
Pass it along by word of mouse
Save the world, don't leave the house
Pass it along, don't leave the house
Pass it along, don't leave the house
Where do you want to go today?
Somewhere you could never take me
(repeats)
Pass it along, pass it along
So here's your final resting place
Your heaven is protected by security gates
Shut out the world, it's getting worse
Save yourself, don't leave the house
Because a happy future is a thing of the past
And there's always another repeat (repeat)
Shut out the world, it's getting worse
Save yourself, don't leave the house
Pass it along, don't leave the house
Pass it along, don't leave the house
Where do you want to go today?
Somewhere you could never take me
(repeats)
Brave new world population one
Just pass it along
(repeats)
Hey Hey We're The Junkies
Good evening, topping nightcast--a possible link between murder and music
Hey, hey, we're the Junkies!
Hey, hey, we're the Junkies!
Sticky pages in Hello with Hopper as Nero on Rome
See the social big guns going bang, bang, bang
Hey, hey, we're the Junkies!
Hey, hey, we're the Junkies!
Hey, hey, we're the Junkies!
No Xmas for Junkies..
Who put the U
Who put the U
Who put the U in the wamba?
So fashionably blue
Crime never pays, heroes are handsome,
So fashionably blue
Pretty children are popular, ugly children cynical
So fashionably blue
Mothers never work, single women always do
So fashionably blue
Politics doesn't exist, automobiles screech when they come to a stop
So fashionably blue
All problems are solved in slightly less than half an hour
The Health And Happiness Show
That was really good
Yeah, wasn't it?
Yeah...
Uh, what about the record?
Ah, they'll get it...
It's a no-no
I've gotta heave-ho
I got no stomach for a dumbed-down tomato
Gene genie, rogue soya beanie
Get thee behind me patent margarinie
Here's to you and your health and happiness
Here's to you and your health and happiness
Here's to you and your health and happiness
Here's to you and your health and happiness
Bobby can you hear me?
Uh huh
What about this sou...
I'm Coming Out
Ahh, let's kiss and make up
Ahh, Let's dig the grave up
Ahh, let's have a shake up
Ahh, let's kiss and make up
I'm coming out
I had a fling with Doris Day
I'm coming out
I almost got her in the family way
I'm coming out
I gotta see what the papers say
I'm coming out
All dressed up in drag inside a Gucci body bag
I'm coming out
Ahh, let's kiss and make up
I'm coming out
Ahh, Let's dig the grave up
I'm coming out
Ahh, let's have a shake up
I'm coming out
Ahh, let's kiss and make up
I'm coming out
My self denial couldn't get any worse
I'm coming out
First confession second verse
I'm coming out
I forget myself but I remember the... words
All dressed up in drag inside a Gucci body bag
I'm coming out
Ahh, let's kiss and make up
I'm coming out
Ahh, Let's dig the grave up
I'm coming out
Ahh, let's have a shake up
I'm coming out
Ahh, let's kiss and make up
I'm coming out
The sniffer dogs are comin' round my house again
The sniffer dogs are comin' round my house again
I'm coming out
Ahh, let's kiss and make up
I'm coming out
Ahh, Let's dig the grave up
I'm coming out
Ahh, let's have a shake up
I'm coming out
Ahh, let's kiss and make up
The sniffer dogs are comin' round my house again
I'm In Trouble Again
C'mon
Norman Rockwell come on in
Hang your dirty coat on the door
Don't you worry 'bout the cops downstairs
They're just digging up the cellar floor
I'm in trouble again
I'm in trouble again
I'm in trouble again
Tried to be so squeaky clean but I'm in trouble again, oh yeah
I'm in trouble again
People say I'm nasty mean but I'm in trouble again, oh yeah
I'm in trouble again
I'm the girl from Stars In Their Eyes but I walked into a life of crime
Now I turn water into corporate pop, and Danbert is a friend of mine
I'm in trouble again
I'm in trouble again
I'm in trouble again
Tried to be so squeaky clean but I'm in trouble again, oh yeah
I'm in trouble again
People say I'm nasty mean but I'm in trouble again, oh yeah
I'm in trouble again
I got a plastic toy with my happy meal
I got a plastic toy with my happy meal
I got a plastic toy with my happy meal
I feel sick
C'mon
Tried to be so squeaky clean but I'm in trouble again, oh yeah
I'm in trouble again
People say I'm nasty mean but I'm in trouble again, oh yeah
I'm in trouble again
Tried to be so squeaky clean but I'm in trouble again, oh yeah
I'm in trouble again
People say I'm nasty mean but I'm in trouble again, oh yeah
I'm in trouble again
Harry, tomorrow we sit together and discuss the timing
Social Dogma
I'm just scraping the social dogma from the bottom of my soul
No beat, no rhythm
No beat, no rhythm
No beat, no rhythm
Can you name him?
We'll bring you the answer when we come back
WWW Dot
With a w and a w and a w dot
With a w and a w and a w dot
With a w and a w and a w dot
Ooh Mr. Murdoch can I show you around?
A new religion, no beat no rhythm
Just Wal-Mart wall to wall
A Kodak baby in the land of plenty
Honey, I blew up the world
With a w and a w and a w dot
With a w and a w and a w dot
With a w and a w and a w dot
New York Mining Disaster 1941
In the event of something happening to me
There is something I would like you all to see
It's just a photograph of someone that I knew
Have you seen my wife, Mr. Jones?
Do you know what it's like on the outside?
Don't go talkin' too loud, you'll cause a landslide, Mr. Jones
I keep straining my ears to hear a sound
Maybe someone is digging underground
Or have they given up and all gone home to bed
Thinking those that once existed must be dead?
Have you seen my wife, Mr. Jones?
Do you know what it's like on the outside?
Don't go talkin' too loud, you'll cause a landslide, Mr. Jones
In the event of something happening to me
There is something I would like you all to see
It's just a photograph of someone that I knew
Have you seen my wife, Mr. Jones?
Do you know what it's like on the outside?
Don't go talkin' too loud, you'll cause a landslide, Mr. Jones
I'm Not Sorry I Was Having Fun
By the time I got to Woodstock
It was going up in flames
In June under a silvery moon
Why do all your songs turn out the same?
Got got got got, not got
Got got got got, not got
Got got got got, not got
Got got got got, not got
I'm not sorry I was having fun
I'm not sorry
I got that old time religion
Where we still don't cross the picket lines
You got Rush Limbaugh on your side
But I got Ricky Tomlinson on mine
Got got got got, not got
Got got got got, not got
Got got got got, not got
Got got got got, not got
I'm not sorry I was having fun
I'm not sorry
Got got got got, not got
Got got got got, not got
Got got got got, not got
Got got got got, not got
I'm not sorry I was having fun
I'm not sorry
Now since this, uh, single was a great hit all over the world you must have
earned a lot of money and we were wondering how being an anarchist and,
um, being a rich man get along together?
Jesus In Vegas
And I'll give you a free ride to this underground stadium.
They'll pick up the fair and they'll even tip you,
don't even worry about it, man. You'll love this joint.
We'll stop off, we'll buy some booze, and, uh, you'll bring it in
and it's just incredible. The girls will be all over you.
I am the Lord of the very last dance
I've got 'Tommy' on the leg of my pants
I've got the audience in the palm of my hands
My good friend Sinatra on my right
Andrew Lloyd Webber is doing the lights
It's twice a night for twenty-five nights
One more litle line, then everyone back to mine
Jesus in Vegas, taking care of business
Jesus in Vegas
I'll pull your goddamned tongue right out by the roots
Jesus in Vegas, taking care of business
Jesus in Vegas
I'll pull your goddamned tongue right out by the roots
I've got Basie conducting the band
I got a penthouse suite at the Sands
And my feet never touch the ground
Are there any Branch Davidians in the house?
Here's Jim Jones as a pantomime horse
That showbiz gets right up your nose
One more little line, then everybone back to mine
Jesus in Vegas, taking care of business
Jesus in Vegas
I'll pull your goddamned tongue right out by the roots
Jesus in Vegas, taking care of business
Jesus in Vegas
I'll pull your goddamned tongue right out by the roots
Jesus in Vegas, taking care of business
Jesus in Vegas
(repeat)
The Standing Still
Once upon a time
Days of wine and roses and smug suburban swine
Same old songs, same old cabaret
A fairytale in Notting Hill
Take your partners for the standing still
Once upon a time
Not so happy ending for the Mersey and the Tyne
Who said the story had to end this way?
A fairytale on Beeston Hill
Take your partners for the standing still
Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid...
She's Got All The Friends That Money Can Buy
Turn down the lights
Kick off your shoes
And relax with that special someone
She's got all the friends that money can buy
She's the apple of her daddy's eye
She's got all the friends that money can buy
She's the apple of her daddy's eye
The family money has a magnetic pull
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Her social diary is always full
And both her faces--so easy on the eye
And everyone worth knowing is kissing her behind
She's got all the friends that money can buy
She's the apple of her daddy's eye
She's got all the friends that money can buy
She's the apple of her daddy's eye
Style has a price without much change
Yeah, yeah, yeah
If you have to ask then it's out of your range
And both her faces--so easy on the eye
And everyone worth knowing is kissing her behind
She's got all the friends that money can buy
She's the apple of her daddy's eye
She's got all the friends that money can buy
She's the apple of her daddy's eye
Oh ah, oh ah, oh ah, oh ah...
Versace and Prada mean nothing to me, to me...
Well, you can buy your friends, but I'll hate you for free
Hate you for free...
She's got all the friends that money can buy
She's the apple of her daddy's eye
She's got all the friends that money can buy
She's the apple of her daddy's eye
She's got all the friends that money can buy
She's the apple of her daddy's eye
You see, it's magic, and it shouldn't work
I still look at it most surprised it does
Hmmm, ahem, pass it along...
Pass it along, pass it along...
Pass it along...
What's the matter? You make too much money buddy?
Ladies For Compassionate Lynching
We're the ladies for compassionate lynching
We fight for all the things we believe
We spend all of our time on your talk shows
We put the stickers on your record sleeves
Celebration, Florida
The good folks pull together
It's July 4th forever
Down in Celebration, Florida
The neighbors bring you coffee
And everyone's always happy
Down in Celebration, Florida
There's a bake sell at the schoolhouse
And they're selling innocence
They're keeping out the deviants
To protect the residents
Of Celebration, Celebration, Florida
They're buying up nostalgia
For a time they can't remember
Down in Celebration, Florida
They're sharing homemade corn chips
Even the dogs get facelifts
Down in Celebration, Florida
There's a bake sell at the schoolhouse
And they're selling innocence
They're keeping out the deviants
To protect the residents
Of Celebration, Celebration, Florida
There's nation fighting nation
There's kids with malnutrition
But not in Celebration, Florida
Social engineering
It gives you that fuzzy feeling
Down in Celebration, Florida
There's a bake sell at the schoolhouse
And they're selling innocence
They're keeping out the deviants
To protect the residents
Of Celebration, Celebration, Florida
Celebration, Celebration, Celebration, Florida
Well, it's
It's very conventional, I don't know, and it's, it's, kind of just
relies on some kind of simplistic folk ideology.
That's true, actually I'd agree with that.
Moses With A Gun
Oh, Charleton Heston, your father's favorite son
Walks in whistling Casey Jones
Moses with a gun
Oh, Charleton Heston, your father's favorite son
Round and round and ad infinitum
The Physical Impossibility Of Death In The Mind Of Jerry Springer
Damen Hurst said it came in with the tide
Now Jerry Springer, he's in formaldehyde
Smart Bomb
Rain on me o friendly fire
Smart bomb!
Me 'n' Audrey gonna sing it for ya
Smart bomb!
A headache pill to die for
Smart bomb!
From all participating stores
Smart bomb!
Oooh
Smart bomb!
Shine on me o benign virus
Smart bomb!
Uranium from Arms-R-Us
Smart bomb!
Here's something for your first-born
Smart bomb!
George Bush Junior, sing-along
Smart bomb!
Oooh
Smart bomb!
You mean you're telling me here when you get coffee you have to pay
for each cup?
Yep.
Donny is that a high-end cut or a mid-range cut?
Knickers
There's a hole in your knickers, dear Calvin
Dear Calvin, there's a hole in your knickers, a hole
Now let's see what happens with Ba-ba-black sheep
Ba-ba-black sheep, have you any wool?
Dramatic!
Lie Lie Lie Lie
Lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie
Lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie
I failed the audition for celebrity squares
Your life is a dream, then you wake up
You watch Friends together, then you break up
I could win an Oscar, I could be so sincere
Lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie
My psychic make up--it's all over the place
Your life is a dream, then you wake up
You watch Friends together, then you break up
I'd like to thank you all, through this flood of tears
Lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie
Lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie
Thank you... thank you... oh, thank you...
Lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie
Lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie
Lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie
Lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie
Dumbing Down
Are you happy here in theme park UK/USA?
And do you sometimes wish that your life was plug and play?
And are the words to this song concise enough to follow?
Is your smart food simple enough to swallow?
We're dumbing down, dumb-de-dumb-dumb
Dumbing down, dumb-de-dumb-dumb
Dumb-de-dumb-dumb-dumb, dumb-de-dumb-dumb-dumb
Dumb-de-dumb-dumb-dumb, dumb-de-dumb-dumb-dumb
Are we only eating worms from a can just because we can?
And is Disneyland all we understand?
Will our history be written out in headlines?
Diana dolls, and miracles, and landmines?
We're dumbing down, dumb-de-dumb-dumb
Dumbing down, dumb-de-dumb-dumb
C'mon up here, second floor, second floor, right here, right here
I get knocked down and don't get up again, yo, wamba-silly-assed-bitch
C'mon man, we can talk about this
Ah, c'mon, I'm a girl, and I can still kick your ass
If there's nothing after death than why are we living anyway?
What's the point of seventy years? Absolutely pointless...
It's me trousers!
That's it
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