A Closer Walk with Sputnik Kaputnik and the Cherry Mashers

by Sputnik Kaputnik and the Cherry Mashers

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released August 12, 2014

Cover art by Navin Johnson

Sputnik Kaputnik--Vocal Stylings
Harvey Liebschitz--Thud Stick
Darrell Pomeroy--Keyboardings
Mitchell Standevish--Drums

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Track Name: Space Dock Hoedown
Oh, it's just the two of us
And we're at this here space dock
And I got me an idea
It's called space dock hoedown

Oh you and me
We can dance real nice
At this here space dock

And then we'll blast off
And then we'll blow up that
Meteor

No one can stop us now
Space dock hoedown
I've dreamt of this moment
A fantasy in outer space

Oh I got everything
We need for the mission
And I think that the
Spaceship's gonna leave soon
So I'm gonna do the space dock
Space dock hoedown

Space dock hoedown is great
Space dock hoedown
Oh dance with
Your feet
Or I'll shoot off
All of your toes

The spaceship's gonna leave soon
So you better get on it
But you better not forget
The moves to the dance that's called
Space dock hoedown

Whoooo!
Track Name: Butthole
Oooooh
Oooooh
Oooooh
Oooooh
Oooooh
Oooooh
Oooooh
Oooooh

Oh it's easy
It's easy
It's easy
It's easy

It's easy
It's easy
It's easy
It's easy

To be a butthole

Oh you could be nice
But you're not very nice
And your mom cries a lot
And your dad he yells a lot

We won't call you
To hang out anymore
You should stop drinking booze
Cuz we all think
You're a butthole

Butthole
Butthole
Butthole
Track Name: I Don't Wanna Do the Space Dock Hoedown (Anymore) (with You)
Oh I don't wanna do
The space dock hoe down
Anymore
with You

You stink
And you suck
And you smell like poo
Nobody wants to get close to you

Oh I don't wanna do
The space dock hoedown
Anymore
With you

I was pretending to like
"Shaving Ryan's Privates"
Just to get a little closer
To you

Ahhhhhhhh!
Anymore anymore
With you

You poop smells like pee
And your pee smells like poop
I don't know if you're
Coming or going
Anymore

Oh, I don't wanna do
The space dock hoedown
With you
Anymore

You're gonna have to
Reactivate
Your profile
On Match.com

Ahhhhhhhh!
Anymore anymore
With you

You can keep the cats
I want the pizza machine
And I want all the
Electric cheese slicers too

Oh, I don't wanna do
The space dock hoedown
Anymore
With you

It's time that this abortion
Of a relationship
Was through

Ahhhhhhhh!
Track Name: Nipponese
Nipponese
Nipponese
Nipponese
Nipponese

Sushi rice
Tastes real nice
Arigato
Thank you please

Our bass player likes
Asian girls
My best friend calls 'em
"Secrets"

Tempura
Tempura
Let's order wasabi peas

Nipponese
Nipponese
Nipponese
Nipponese

Miso soup
Dragon roll
Fatty tuna
From the seas

Kobe beef
Ponzu sauce
Sticky rice
And seaweed

Tamago
Tamago
Hara hachi
Bunme
Track Name: The Ghost of Christmas in July
Ooooh!
I'm the ghost of Christmas in July
I haunt furniture stores
In July
But only if it's a really good
Sale

Hey, honey
What

There's a really good sale at
The furniture store today

Oh, really?
Yeah
Why would I lie about something like that?

I don't know

Oh look, they got all kinds of things here
At the furniture store

They got a chifferobe
And a credenza

What's a credenza?
I don't know
What's a chifferobe?
I don't know

I bet they look nice in our furniture room
Yeah, I think so, too

Alright we'll take two of each
Two credenzas
Two chifferobes
I'll drive the truck around back
You load 'em up we'll drive home
Okay!

Oh, these chifferobes and credenzas
Really make the room
I know!
Oh, wait
There's something wrong with this credenza

What?

Uh, oh.
The credenza's haunted!
Aaaaaa!
Track Name: Paul Masi
Paul Masi's smokin'
Paul Masi's smokin'
On the porch
On the porch

Where's my damn lighter?
Where's my damn lighter?
On the porch
On the porch

You may think
That this song's
About smokin'
You may think
That this song's
About Paul

But it's not about these things
I'm not jokin'
It's about him searching
For his soul
On the porch
On the porch
Paul Masi found his soul
On the Porch

Paul Masi's smokin'
Paul Masi's smokin'
On the porch
On the porch

Where's my damn lighter?
Where's my damn lighter?
On the porch
On the porch
Track Name: Hey, Santa!
Hey there, Santa
Where you going?
I've been good
Oh so good

Hey there, Santa
What's your deal?
I want stuff
The good stuff

Hey there, Santa
Why you frontin'
Please don't go
I'm not done

Hey there, Santa
Why you runnin'
Here's my list of
Stuff I want

I want ponies
And a donkey
And maybe a midget too
I want bacon and some tacos
Not ordinary tacos
And a pizza
And world peace
And laser hair removal

And ultimate nachos
With sour cream and guacamole
And a bottle of nice scotch
Something aged at least 20 years
And a really big plasma TV
And some gift cards for the mall

And I'm running out of tube socks
And I'm running out of underwear
And razor blades
And a duck press
And McDonald's gift certificates
McDonald's gift certificates
Track Name: Nuclear War
Nuclear War
Nuclear War
They’re talkin’ about
Nuclear War
Nuclear War
Nuclear War
They’re talkin’ about
Nuclear War

It’s a motherfucka
Don’t you know?
They’re talkin’ about
Nuclear War
They’re talkin’ about
Nuclear War

It’s a motherfucka
Don’t you know?
It’s a motherfucka
Don’t you know?
If they push that button
Your ass got to go.
It’s a motherfucka
Don’t you know?
If they push that button
Your ass got to go.

They’re talkin’ about
Nuclear War
They’re talkin’ about
Nuclear War
If they push that button
Your ass got to go.
They’re talkin’ about
This Nuclear War
They’re talkin’ about
Nuclear War

If they push that button
Your ass got to go.
If they push that button
Your ass got to go.

Gonna blast you
So high in the sky
Gonna blast you
So high in the sky
You can kiss your ass goodbye
You can kiss your ass goodbye
You can kiss your ass goodbye
If they push that button
If they push that button
Gonna blast your ass
So high in the sky
You can kiss your ass
Goodbye goodbye
You can kiss your ass
Goodbye goodbye
You can kiss your ass
Goodbye goodbye

If they push that button
If they push that button
If they push that button
If they push that button

You can kiss your ass
Goodbye goodbye
Kiss your ass
Goodbye goodbye

They’re talking about
Nuclear war
They’re talking about
Nuclear war

Radiation
Mutation
Radiation
Mutation
Radiation
Mutation
Fire
Fire
Hydrogen bombs
Atomic bombs
Kiss your ass
Goodbye goodbye

If they push that button
If they push that button
It’s a motherfucka!
Don’t you know?!
It’s a motherfucka!
Don’t you know?!

If they push that button
If they push that button
Your ass got to go
Your ass got to go

It’s a motherfucka!
Don’t you know?
It’s a motherfucka!
Don’t you know?

Tell them ‘bout it, Tyrone
It’s a motherfucker
Don’t you know?
It’s a motherfucker
Don’t you know?

If they push that button
Your ass got to go!
What’cha gonna do?
Without your ass?
What’cha gonna do?
Without your ass?

If they push that button
Your ass got to go!
Oh, what’cha gonna do?
Without your ass?
Oh, what’cha gonna do?
Without your ass?

If they push that button
If they push that button
You can kiss your ass
Goodbye goodbye
You can kiss your ass
Goodbye goodbye

They’re talking about
Nuclear war!

Talkin’ about
Nuclear war

Mutations!
Radiation!
Mutations
Radiation

If they push that button
If they push that button
Radiation
Makes mutations
Makes radiations
Makes mutations

Theyre talkin’ about
Nuclear war
Talking about
Nuclear war

Fire!
Melting!
People!!
Buildings!
Burnt grass!

If they push that button
If they push that button
It’s gonna blast you so high
Up in the sky
You can kiss your ass
Goodbye
Farewell
Goodbye ass

It’s a motherfucka
Don’t you know?!
It’s a motherfucka
Don’t you know?!

If they push that button
If they push that button
If they push it?
Kiss your ass goodbye.