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The fog is rolling in
The tide is high Diane's as fat can be Aye, Captain, aye The guests seem more than pleased How is the wine? We shall be underway On the by and by Ahead one third (ahead one third) Ahead two thirds (ahead two thirds) Full ahead flank And out from the belly of the whale came a prophet Amen. Go shoot the moon, the sun The Great Divide I believe there's a storm a' brewin' Nine crows at nine o'clock nigh Dutch man at the mizzenmast Six harpies are singin' to the lee I believe she's going down I believe were gonna die, die, die Fortune tellers make a killing nowadays Me, oh my Howdy Doody's past the house of Aquarius Bring me more whiskey and rye Big news from the party boat Oh sir, do not distress The food is fine Oh, but I must confess I do find the wine a wee bit dry Fifteen men on a dead man's chest Yo ho ho and a bottle of rye Drink and the devil had done for the rest She's sunk full fathom, five five five Fortune tellers make a killing nowadays Me, oh my Howdy Doody's past the house of Aquarius Bring me more whiskey and rye Big news from the party boat |
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| 2. |
| 2:23 |
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Yeah
Can't funk with the feel Or with the other three This mother load Comin' atcha, all 3D's We got big news The party boat is here The band is kicking And I see lots of beer And I believe there is gambling On the deck just below from here We got Greedo Solo to the rear They know the deal Sacks packed and stacked with Pieces of eight A sailor's life for me Live free or die Never look a bounty hunter in the eye Damn Now where were we? I think aces high Sleeves are rolled Tremendous diamonds And a mouth of gold I spent many years a rambling I'll never change these foolish ways 'Cause fortune tellers make a killing nowadays Best keep living like a castaway With my sack packed Pieces of eight A sailor's life for me Live free or die Never look a merman in the eye Damn |
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| 3. |
| 2:59 |
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In the North they call us Rebels
In the South they call us Yankees Because every other suckers born to do the hokey-pokey With the skillet lickin' time keepers The grinnin' reapers Of a missionary rock star You can rock it like Sir Sisyphus But even in its Genesis It's really quite ridiculous 'Lectro hobo, so now you know Not to clock the Weeble Wobble Hot Rod Gang Revelator Big Bang You can't hang with the heavinesses hung Among the houses of the rising tongue S'no fun to crack the axles But its gotta be done 'Cause whenever you wobble the weebles You know they get ticked-off And in the season of Bol-Weevil speaking evil in your ear And a pile of manure fertilizing all your fears We yabba-dabba-doo all the way to Shangri-La Here it is with the rock n' roll outlaw Where rock is criminal, criminals rock! Where rock is criminal, the criminals they rock! Where rock is criminal, criminals rock! ...Like this Hee-haw! Hee-haw! Hee-haw! Hee-haw! I'm a rock n' roll outlaw! Hee-haw! Hee-haw! Hee-haw! Hee-haw! Yeah So you can rock it like Sir Sisyphus But even in its Genesis It's really quite ridiculous 'Lectro hobo, so now you know Not to clock the Weeble Wobble Hot Rod Gang Yeah, yeah Hee-haw! Hee-haw! Hee-haw! Hee-haw! I'm a rock n' roll outlaw Hee-haw! Hee-haw! Hee-haw! Hee-haw! |
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| 4. |
| 2:55 |
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So you say you want to go to Heaven
Well I got the plans It walks like the Sasquatch And it breeds like Kubla Khan In original dialect It's really quite cryptical There are many copies around But this, my man, is the original, yeah It's given me powers But kept me low Many have scorned this Modern day Pharisees, fat with espressos Be leary of Timothy Clear light and all that If you want light go stare at the sun Hell, that boy don't know crap If you want to know Paradise And you want to know Hell Want to drink that cool clear liquor Better dig a little deeper in the well, my friend If you want to know Paradise And you want to know Hell Want to drink that cool clear liquor Better dig a little deeper in the well, my friend You want a mantra? You want to know? You want that mantra? Well here you go One for the money Two for the show And a knickknackpaddywack Give a dog a handjob Ooeeooahahtwingtwangwallawallabingbang Ooeeooahahtwingtwangwallawallabingbang, oh yeah Ooeeooahah, B-I-N-G-O Ooeeooahah E-I-E-I-O Still want that mantra? Still want to know? Still want that mantra? Well here you go It is written God has spoken So put this in your pipe and smoke it Ooeeooahahtwingtwangwallawallabingbang Ooeeooahahtwingtwangwallawallabingbang, oh yeah Ooeeooahah, B-I-N-G-O Ooeeooahah E-I-E-I-O |
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| 4:54 |
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Then against my better judgment I went walking out that door
I smiled at one person then I nodded to three more One man asked me for a dollar, I asked him what it's for? He said, "I have seen them." I said, "Okay, it's yours." And as featured on the MTV, the local high school lets out And the town becomes anarchy Parties are crashed, skid marks are measured The story's in the paper, you may read it at your leisure Get out, eject Escape from the Prison Planet Get out, eject Escape from the Prison Planet And to the tune of a billion dollars I supplied to the D.O.E. Some tasty little nuggets of alien technology And as one might expect, I've been harassed for years The Men In Black have been bending my ear As a matter of fact, they were just here today But I escaped them through a secret passageway Once I lived there for one thousand days Get out, eject Escape from the Prison Planet Get out, eject Escape from the Prison Planet I have plans for the future, guess they're futuristic plans Move out west and buy some desert lands Or maybe up North, just past Alaska You know nothing of this if they ask you Red Rover, Red Rover, Bob Lazar's coming over So honey clear the airstrip and light up that stove By Jove, I think it's started, oh yeah Escape from the Prison Planet Billion people harvest on Mars Rebuild the remnants of the obelisk One mile from the pyramid Escape From the Planet of the Apes Go forth, ad infinitum Return the relics to the elephants And Atlantis rises Get out, eject Escape from the Prison Planet Ejector seat ignite Billion people harvest on Mars Rebuild the remnants of the obelisk One mile from the pyramid Escape From the Planet of the Apes Go forth, ad infinitum Return the relics to the elephant And Atlantis rises |
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| 6. |
| 6:33 |
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Dodge Swinger 1973, Galaxy 500
All the way, stars green, gotta go Dodge Swinger 1973, top down, chassis low Panel dim, light drive, Jesus on the dashboard T-minus whenever it feels right, Galaxy 500 Planets align, a king is born Whenever it feels right Whenever it feels right Whenever it feels right Dodge Swinger 1973, flaps down, chassis free Buzz Aldrin, Armstrong, or maybe just me Don't worry, it's coming Don't worry, it's coming Jesus on the dashboard, oh yeah Whenever it feels right Whenever it feels right Whenever it feels right Yeah, yeah, yeah I turn on the radio Hey kid, are you going my way? Hop in, we'll have ourselves a field day We'll find us some spacegrass Lay low, watch the universe expand Skyway, permanent Saturday By the way, Saturn is my rotary Hop in, it'll be eternity Till we make it to M83 Once around the Sun, cruising, climbing Jupiter cyclops winks at me, yeah, he knows who's driving Hit neutral in the tail of a comet Let the vortex pull my weight Push the seat back a little lower Watch light bend in the blower Planets align, a king is born Dodge Swinger Jesus on the dashboard, oh yeah Whenever it feels right Whenever it feels right Whenever it feels right Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah I turn on the radio Hey kid, are you going my way? Hop in, we'll have ourselves a field day We'll find us some spacegrass Lay low, watch the universe expand Skyway, permanent Saturday By the way, Saturn is my rotary Hop in, it'll be eternity Till we make it to M83 Yeah, yeah |
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| 7. |
| 4:27 |
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Like Marlon Brando, but bigger
You'll find that creature at the bottom of the deep down Susquehanna River This one I had, it stood right on up to me Tore out his hook and declared himself a prodigy But oh no, fishing ain't what it used to be I've seen some bad years, but this one is just killing me One little nibble in thirteen years I really pack 'em in This one I had, I seen it in dreams All shacked up with lightning and horizon beams Well I bring 'em on up and then I pack 'em on in In all the places I've been And I swear, it's never been like this before Least not since 19 and 44 But today, I made a sick discovery Lead box in Sassafras Cove Well I brought him on up and then I packed him on in Oh yes, I'm really cashing in Wash of the Chesapeake and Appalachian Blue Range I have discovered the body of John Wilkes Booth Yes, it's true, I have Mr. Booth Everybody got to make a living somehow Do I hear a million? Yeah Well I bring 'em on up and then I pack 'em on in And then I bring 'em on up and then I pack 'em on in Well I bring 'em on up and then I pack 'em on in And then I bring 'em on up and then I pack 'em on in And then I pack 'em on in And then I pack 'em on in |
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| 4:50 |
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Woke up this morning, put on my Sunday shoes.
Don't ask me why, it's just the nature of my groove. I larged down the boulevard, came under attack, But I rocked them senseless, 'cause honey it's tight like that. I hung a left down to Lemans' Avenue, Stagger Lees everywhere, trying to bring me doom, oh no. And that Old Scratch, he tried to purchase this soul, That don't confront me, 'cause I'm never in the need of a payroll. Heck, yeah. Amen, do it all again. Rock my soul in the bosom of Abraham. Spit shine and a three piece suit, Good Lord I got to thank you 'cause you do it like you do. Hallelujah, all the people in the back. Hallelujah, it's tight like that. Hallelujah, all the people up front. Tight like that, rapture, rock. And all you know-it-alls with politic views. Ideals don't situate themselves in His groove. So if you want to know, you just got to ask. But if you don't lose that skin, you'll never be tight like that. Watch me work, yeah. Amen, do it all again. Rock my soul in the bosom of Abraham. Spit shine and a three piece suit, Good Lord I got to thank you 'cause you do it like you do. Hallelujah, all the people in the back. Hallelujah, it's tight like that. Hallelujah, all the people up front. Tight like that, rapture, rock. Don't try to sell me your New Age guru troubles. 'Cause I'm already reeling doing that good time gospel shuffle. And all your thumpings about some Armageddon, Ain't no big deal, 'cause I already hang with Him. Amen, do it all again. Rock my soul in the bosom of Abraham. Spit shine and a three piece suit, Good Lord I got to thank |
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| 2:01 |
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Listen up you stinking maggots
It seems you just don't get it Well I've been appointed to inform you Your days are numbered You would cry, you would scream If you knew half the things I see Please, please just do as I say Repent and leave your evil ways Meanwhile, planes drop from the sky People disappear and bullets fly Little grey men are coming our way Tastes just like chicken, they say Actually they're all around Secret bunkers underground Round 'em up, skin 'em alive Rolling, rolling, rolling, rawhide Carter is a clone Dozen brothers 'round the globe MJ-12 damned us to hell Scroll and Key, Skull and Bone It's only just begun The best is yet to come Area 51 The spawn of Babylon Couldn't give a damn about JFK Everything's conspiracy Wouldn't be surprised if they have their way Tastes just like chicken, they say I know it's hard to swallow It must sound too far fetched But you can bet your bottom dollar I ain't going with the rest |
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| 4:44 |
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Scientific progress
All too real Dialectic nonsense All unreal Dial in the sands Droid on the moon Lead into gold One cousin removed God names man Man names ape Flight of Icarus Down into flames Scientific progress A circle revealed Perfect as always As all ways are real Begin phase one again |
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| 3:33 |
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When I talk talk on the C.B. yeah I scare men
My my tire knockers rock the parking lot quite a lot, yeah Rolled along 40 and roared down 10 Released my cargo around the Big Ben I always take my time A maverick moonminer sipping sunshine Hauled ass to Memphis, I spoke to the Pharoah He told me his dreams, I counted the sparrows Steve McQueen got nothing on me I take you back west of Pleiades If you want someone to talk to Well I'm your man I've seen it all And I know where you live High time honey, hell yeah, watcha know, I'm back again, yeah Roll, roll down highways with a vengeance, yeah I never ever sweated for the fortune and fame game Nevertheless, I'm flying down the left lane I always paid my dues So sit your ass down and I'll show you how they used to You want someone to talk to Well I'm your man I've seen it all And I know where you live, yeah A preacher, a trucker, a highroller A holy rolling preacher rolling trucker A preacher, a trucker, a highroller A holy roller preacher rolling trucker, yeah Oh yeah |
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