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HICKTOWN I live in a hicktown I wear a baseball hat My 4x4 Ford pickup truck Is really where it's at I like to cruise down Main Street To try and pick up chicks Drive back and forth to no avail Cuz all I see is HICKS! I live in a hicktown You live in one too We all live in a hicktown There's nothing to fucken' do Well I chew Coppenhagen I hide it in my lip And you don't even know it's there Until I have to spit - PTTTOUI! I like my fancy cowboy boots And my western style Lee jeans I think I'll go and kick sum shit And eat some pork and beans RENO is a hicktown, TULSA is a hicktown BAKERSFIELD is a hicktown SALT LAKE is a hicktown, but then so is PARIS, NEW YORK, L.A., LONDON, MOSKOW WE STILL LOKE DRUGS I still like drugs, I think they're great I still like drugs, can you relate? I take them morning, noon and night I still like drugs, 'cause they're alright! Valium, speed and L.S.D. You know I still like drugs Quaaludes, coke and big ol' buds You know I still like DRUGS (Don't kid yourself even coffee is a drug!) Not to do them is the TREND But we'll do drugs until the end I still like drugs, I still like drugs I still like drugs, I still like DRUGS! DRUGS! DRUGS!!! CHAMPAGNE FOR BREAKFAST I don't like politicians Or their little faggot pages They wanna raise our taxes So they can double all their wages They tell us we can trust 'em But that's a fucken' JOKE Faggots, booze and coke Champagne for breakfast You know that's what they drink In their fancy hotel rooms They can fuck 'em in the sink Chapagne for breakfast They just skim it off the top They're keeping all the records So they never have to stop Most of them are owned By the syndicate and mob It gives 'em opportunity To lie and steal and rob Well if you get too nosey They'll put a contract on your life They'll blow you up in your car With your kids and wife Champagne for breakfast Have another glass or two Have the butler wash my rolls And you can shine my shoes Champagne for breakfast I've got a plane to catch You better not tell anyone I'm running off with Rex Runnin' off with Rex |
E.T. GO HOME I'm so sick of E.T. I see it everywhere E.T. this and E.T. that And I don't fucking care Go back to where you came from Don't even use the phone You've made 10 billion dollars So FUCK E.T. GO HOME!! E.T. go home You ugly little sucker I don't think you're so cute When I see that stupid face I makes me want to puke You didn't sweep the Oscars 'Cuz Ghandi kicked your ass Now Gremlins are #1 And you're just fucking TRASH!! GIMPY We see him on the street And he walks with a limp Everybody knows He's the neighborhood gimp He works at 7-11 It's just right down the block We'll hide behind the bushes And hit him with a rock Hey there gimp What's the matter with your hand? You sure do look funny I just don't understand Gimpy, gimpy You better stay in there Or we'll ride by on our bikes And spit 'loogies' in your hair He's got a driver's license He's even got a car We'll flatten all his tires So he won't get too far We know it may sound cruel But we don't like him one bit We need someone to laugh at To pick on and to hit KEYS IN THE CAR (orig. the ATHEISTS 1980) They're just young punks With nothing to do They're just looking for some FUN They like to take 'em From your driveway Or the parking lot at the store So they take it to the mountains And they get real stoned They spill beer on your diamond tuck They play TED NUGENT On your custom hi-fi And it blows your speakers to shit Just on a joy-ride Go faster, it doesn't matter No sense of values This younger generation They don't see it coming That car, or the red light They fly through the air In no time they die!! All because the keys were left in the CAR!! |