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SONG lyrics 

Les Joux Sont Fait

Tu as raison, tu as tort. Je n'ai pas la fois pour tu homme. Les jeux sont fait pour toi. Moi je suis ici toi tu es la. Tu est inconnu mais tu est loin de moi. Les jeux sont fait pour toi. Je dorme en une somme d'amour. Je n'ai pas la fois pour tu homme. Les jeux sont fait pour tol. Nous n' avons pas. Le jeux sont fait pour toi.

I Wanna Leave My Brain To Science

I wanna leave my brain to science. Going on a thinking man’s diet, but it looks like I'll have to pawn it, I can't find a doctor who says he wants it. You oughtn't keep what you know you can’t use. Why conserve what will  give you the blues? I wanna leave my brain to science, but they don't want it. I'm as wide as a painted Cadillac. I'm a dirty dirty love cause you've only seen my back. A wild catter, bear hunter walkin’ cane. I'm being slowed down because of this brain. I wanna leave my brain to science, but they don’t want it. I'm on the cusp of science. Little dog blue I wanna leave my brain to you. I want to give my brain to him.

One Life One Match One Kiss

One life, one match, and one kiss. One thirty-eight caliber pistol in my fist. Don't come around here no more. One fist. One job, for one man, in one day. One dollar forty-nine, that's my pay. Don't come around here no more. One light , one match, one kiss. Don't come around here no more. One life, one match, and one kiss.

Las Vegas

Went to Las Vegas, got caught in a tub. Lost all our money, no way to get grub. Look out now, love love love won’t do us any good aah! Tried to play cards, but it was craps. Lucky number seven was a snake in the grass. Look out now, love love love wont do us any good waah! Gonna try my luck tonight. Gonna see what comes in sight. Maybe a lemon, maybe a lime, tangerine sure would fine. Gonna put a quarter in, and I'm gonna sit and watch it spin...nuthin'. Drove through the desert to the city of lights. Wanna go home, my toothbrush is brown. Look out now, love love love wont do us any good waah!

Johnny Was a Schoolboy

Well Johnny was a schoolboy. He played his guitar every night. He called his baby on the phone every night. He said “listen to this.” But then Johnny quit the guitar when he heard John Lennon playing the sitar. Well Johnny plays the sitar every night. He calls his baby on the phone every night. He said “listen to this.” But then Johnny quit the sitar when he heard Richard Starkey became Ringo Starr. Well Johnny plays the drums every night. He calls his baby on the phone every night. He said “listen to this.” But then Johnny quit the drums.

I'm Not Drunk

When I woke up this morning I had you on my mind. I'm not drunk, it's just me. I'm not drunk. Why can't you see? Because if I was drunk I wouldn't be in this place, and if I was drunk, well you know…you wouldn't wanna see my face!

Just Imagine

Just imagine you and me. Man in truck. Child in crib: let’s name it “Chris.” I do, so why can’t you do? Hop on the bus. Don't forget about us. You and me.

Pinto (Don't Make Fun of the Man I Am)

(I want. I need. I feel. I ache. I am. I said I am.) Don't make fun of my six bucket, turntable, 16 head overdrive, duel-cam carburetor, kick it in the back (uuh!), sports stripe, ski rack, and jack, beige 24 1979….Pinto. Don’t make fun of my pinstripe, beltbuckle, polyester  two-tone, hanging in the front, can’t see my boots (maybe they're shoes), French cut…pants. 'Cause that's the man I am. A product of a trailer and its bed. Don't love me for my mind. I'm no film maker in disguise. 'Cause that's the man I am. I would not tell a lie that man was I. Don't love me for my mind, the things I'm thinking best be left behind. And i'm no success story, really.

Pop-Up-Book

(I’m gonna start swearing) I can't believe that beer is half full, and it's all mine. I smoke cigarettes from the ashtray. I eat food that people throw away. I wrote a pop-up book about me. I had a date, she said she was a shaman. She kissed me here and I said “amen.” Come on baby, let's go do some farmin’. I got a hoe, you got a shovel. Come on baby, we got to hustle, rustle and a-bustle  in the leaves with me. We'll write about it. Let's write about it. We'll write a pop up book about me.

Babys Got A Car

The worst day I ever knew was when baby turned sixteen. That's the day her permit expired and left my seat empty. I remember teaching her the ways of the road. Last time I saw baby she was doing it in the road, because baby’s got a car, and she’s driving it real far, and I don’t know where baby’s at because baby, baby’s got a car. Buried my pants under tar soaked land hoping one day they’d grow. Her genie’s working overtime and my seeds they won’t get sown.  I remember teaching her the ways of the road, last time I saw baby she was doing it in the road. Cause baby’s got a car and she’s driving it real far and I don’t know where my baby’s at because baby, baby’s got a car. Red  light, baby says she loves me tonight. Green light, baby she said go. Yellow light, nothing is gonna slow us down, because baby, baby’s doing it in the road.

Hello It Is I Thee Intolerable Bastard Child Genius 

Hello it is I: Thee intolerable bastard. Hello it is I: the child genius.

Soap Soap Soap

Soap soap soap, and Lucy Lucy Lucy, makes for a very clean clean girl. Soup soup soup and a stack of soda crackers makes for a very fine fine meal. When you put it all together, you got it all. Five feet of heaven and a ponytail makes love. A piece of Wonderbread and Jiffy Jiffy Jiffy is sticky sticky sticky sticky sticky sticky sticky. 35 plus 15 add 5 is 50 50 50 50 50 50 50. Five feet of heaven and a ponytail makes love. 

Transition to Buzzcocks song by Pete Shelley.

Olympus

The conch bellows; the mythical creature wails its awful cry. The angry Vulcan Gods from below, beat the rhythms of battle upon their giant drum; beating in time to the sobs of the wailful God of Thunder who, standing high upon a cliff overlooking the very edge of the world, laments the loss of his love with the mortal slave girl - whom he had battled passionately for, in the most recent of conflicts with the trickster god, Loki - besides which, confronting his fearsome father, Oden, before an audience of all those who reside deep within the halls of Valhalla, high above the Earth, in the ancient city of Asgard. the angels of Valhalla perform their timeless number, perhaps soothing the great, saddened hero. And, well, what of his hammer? Is it of no consequence that his most trusted companion - loe, the sadness of the slave girl - must forever be only that of a tool of vengeance? Does the lord of the nighttime skies have a prayer?) Hear his agony. But perhaps from a distance.

I scream from the mountain tops, I want love. Olympus! Olympus! I am the mighty God of Thunder. I raise my mighty hammer and I shake my weary head. It is a very awful fate. (Olympus was his name.) And I hover above the planet Earth, flying through the sky, looking to the ground below. I am just a sad and lonely superhero.

Germany 

A not so faithful rendering of It’s a Long Way Back To Germany by The Ramones.

You can follow me. You all I know. It’s a long way back to Germany. 

You look like Sheila

Adaption of You Look Like Shiela by The Solos.

You say your name is Celia. I think you’re a liar. You say your name is Celia. You look like Sheila. I think you think I’m crazy. It doesn’t matter. You say your name is Celia. But you look like Sheila. You look like Sheila. You say your name is Elieen. I think you’re a liar. You say your name is Elieen. But you look like Sheila. I think you think I’m crazy. It doesn’t matter. You say your name is Elieen. But you look like Sheila. You look like Sheila. 1, 2, 1-2-3-4. Sheila, you're my girl and I want you home. She-la-la-la. You might think I don’t want you around. Sheila, you're my girl and I want you home. She-la-la-la.