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Razza Beans
06:58
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D.A.D.
04:42
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Jazz Crab
02:37
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I took a trip on a plane . . .
I was a stranger in the city . . .
I played beach blanket bingo . . .
With my ole pal . . . Jazz Crab . . .
Jazz Crab: pinchin' at bikinis
Jazz Crab: grillin' up some wienies
Jazz Crab: wearin' a beret now
Jazz Crab: flew in from Marseille now
Jazz Crab! Jazz Crab!
Zhushing up his perm
Never gonna learn
Under the sea!
Under the sea!
Under the sea!
Just you and me!
Under the sea!
Drink with me!
You can be
Free like me!
Free like me! FREE LIKE ME!
Jazz Crab: spendin’ all his moneys
Jazz Crab: on the local honeys
Jazz Crab: dolphin-unsafe tuna
Jazz Crab: Emo and Tenuta!
Jazz Crab! Jazz Crab!
Pet his labradoodle
I can see his noodle!
Under the sea!
Under the sea!
Just you and me!
Under the sea!
And Guy Fieri!
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4. |
Blue Baby
03:12
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6. |
Big Bad Butcher Baby
05:51
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Here’s a big beef:
Kids got a snow day
It barely snowed!
Wasn't even cold!
Freedom or choice?
I pay my taxes
Now park my Rolls-Royce
And print out these faxes
Here’s some balloons, Georgie
Pop pop pop!
Don't you hear them?
Guilty pleather on top!
I will say this:
Let me say this:
Chinese spy balloon
Doggie ate my owse cream
I lost the wifi password
Wait, I think maybe
It's all lowercase:
bigbadbutcherbaby
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7. |
Superficial Fool
03:47
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Every single time you’ve seen me I’ve been wearing a wig
I have many different-length, similar-looking wigs
With
Different ones, more long and flowing
To make it look like my hair is real and growing
I guess I could just say that I go to a barber
Every single week: is why my hair’s not longer
But
I have spent
So much damned loot
And I’ve hired an entire team of people, to boot
To keep my hair looking real and good
So natural,
So silky and smooth
Yeah, it’s understood
That ladies would
Run their hands through my hair
If they could
But I’m too embarrassed to tell what I do
I don’t want to look like a superficial fool
I like my hair
And my hot body
I like sitting by the fire with a hot toddy
I like reading a book
With a cat on my lap
I like taking a shower
After taking a crap
I like all these things and a million things more
I like Britany, Christina, and Mandy Moore
Yeah,
I went to Woodstock ‘99
And I tell you what:
I had a pretty good time
I like my life
And I like my hair
And I bow my head and say a little prayer
I say, “thank you God
For watching over me
And for giving me this sweet goatee
And peace!”
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8. |
Labyrinth of Love
03:50
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So I'm walkin'
Through airports above
And I'm talkin'
About finding new gloves
Life is but a game
When we shelter in place
But I'm trapped in
Your labyrinth of love
Those hungry mice
At my breadcrumb trail
Now my escape plan's
Bound to fail
Another hallway
Around the bend
It's just another
Dead-end friend
I'm stuck in love
Can’t find my way outside
Heaven knows how hard I’ve tried
Tried to fake it . . . it’s a lie!
Gonna take it . . . come see me fly!
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10. |
P.A. for Michael Bay
03:58
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My dad is Martin Mull
He’s got
A lot of pull
In Hollywood
He’s good
At doing all the things that a good dad should
Like setting up
His son
Making him a top gun like Tom Cruise
But, with booze
And a job
Hobnobbing with heart-throbs
And not gay as some rumors say
Nay,
I’m a P.A. for Michael Bay
Working hard
Setting up gear
Going out for coffee or some ice-cold beer
Or T.N.T.
Or T.N.A.
Mr. Bay likes both the same. So,
Every day
It’s like “bombs away”
A brand-new pyro-technical display
I light the fuse
And then run away as I pray that I live to see another day
My dad is Martin Mull
He’s got, like, a lot of pull
He’s got
A lot of smarts. And no small parts only small actors
But I am big and got that “it” factor
Martin Mull
My dad
Martin Mull
Is my dad
Martin Mull
Totally my dad
My dad was on “Roseanne”
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11. |
Trinary Man
03:38
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I am he, I am she
Harry Styles got nothin' on me
I am queer, I am we
I'm a Trinary Dude
And allergic to food!
I play a true-neutral druid
Who drinks his own fluids!
My generation
Sure got it rough
But you can't get pregnant
If you stick to butt stuff!
I play in four sports
And sing in the choir
There are no jobs left
And the planet's on fire!
I'm a Trinary Man
I'm tryin’ err-thang, man
Howboudat?
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12. |
Beef Jerk-y
04:37
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I like chicken
I like turkey
I like beef and I like beef jerky
I like meat
I like meat
Cook it up on a grill or in a pan
Who am I kidding? I eat it straight outta can
I repeat
I like meat
Some say
It’s bad for your health
I say I won’t eat anything else
I like meat
Only meat
I know meat could be bad for the Earth
But, I don’t care cuz it good for my girth
I like meat
A lotta meat
My momma said sit up straight and eat
I said
l only eat big piles of meat
She said
“You're heading right into an early grave”
I said “shut up mom you’re my meat-making slave”
Then she said I need to tell you the truth
I haven’t loved you since you were a youth
Your fifty-two and I’m finally through
I’m done feeding you, I got hobbies to pursue
I want to paint
I want to scuba dive
There’s so many activities your mom wants to try
I won’t be wasting my life
Cooking meat all the time
So
Get out of my house before I commit a crime
I’ll
Shoot you in the leg
Maybe stab you in the eye
Just get outta here before I start losing my mind
I left her house
She seemed to be serious
And I was so damn hungry I was getting delirious
But
Nothing was open
No sit-anywhere signs
Except a vegan place where I not normally dine
I entered
The smell was divine
But with no meat on the menu, I started to cry
I said do you have meat?
Can I get like a side?
If I don’t get meat
I will probably die
They said fine. We get this all the time
Why don’t you stop all your crying and give this try
It looked like meat. It looked sticky and sweet
It looked like the kind of meat that I like to eat
It was in a pile. One I usually defile.
So, I ate it fast like a four-minute mile
As I left
They had the gall
To tell me what I ate wasn’t meat at all
But I know better
I knew it must have been a joke
Because if it wasn’t meat it would’ve stuck in my throat
You know it wasn’t green
And I can feel it in my genes
My Y chromosomes would’ve intervened
See, I’m a man
A real rough, rugged dude
And meat is my only definition of food
I like meat
And I have a lot of guns
So, I’m going hunting to find some meat to fill my buns
I like meat!
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13. |
Turkey Burger
06:41
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Fell off ma porch
Onto ma couch
But the media lied
The turkey got fried
I bought two pounds!
It was freshly ground!
It was on sale!
Came through media mail!
Sat on tha reclina
Big ole jet aerolina
Give it a try
It's only slightly dry
It's low in fat
Tastes just like cat
It's not my fault
Just add more salt
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