we're going to start up a record label. then we're going to kick your ass. we're going to call it cock & robber records. we're going to make a million dollars. we've got the skull of the ooglagoosh. don't fuck with that. it's from the upper-paleolithic. and it's gonna get beastly. BEASTLY. show me your ass. that's better. it controls the psy-ops agents in the CNN. in the MTV. in the NPR. it controls you, my friend. show me your ass. you're nothing but an acronym. that's better. in the morning you'll be pleased. PLEASED. your memory will be teased. TEASED. with memories. TEASED WITH MEMORIES. of the ooglagoosh. of the beastly ooglagoosh. of the beast. speaking of which, we used to be NUMBER TEN. everybody knows this part. there are three mixes. this is NUMBER THREE. and your ass is grass. GRASS. show me your ass. that's better. mount zion. arafat ersatz ARRR. smokedupsmokedoutburnedupburnedout. hit your ass in the head with a guinness stout. the ooglagoosh gonna take your fuck out. NEVER DOUBT. never doubt. show me your ass. my circle cannot be broken. my pipe cannot be token. i ain't jokin. get your nose a coke'n. your ass i will be a pokin'. till both your knees are broken. i ain't jokin. okay, i'm jokin. i ain't jokin. |
hats for bats and cats para kilomanjara felix super coup for pater familias. DRIVE like the wind! DRive like the wind, or bend over in the breeze. this is a different song-- She's like the wind, baby wont you bend over in the breeze? KISS YOUR KNEES! ready or not its a milliken tease fantasy fairground goblin twit sneeze. massive endeavor your way to my knees. then you can kiss your ass and speak love to the breeze. fancy fork in boognish wine for the taste of your main squeeze. massive endeavor- potent motion massively tapping juice with some funky ass lotion thats the notion sweetest glug potion gluggery in the winery is a travesty for the majesty of tasting basting turkey jerky. i leave my love with the story of fergus. FERGUS of the mountain. MT. freshpoo was a feindly place. This is a joke for the locals who live in the eastern Freshpoo foothills...--daddy fan kept society in a marvin bottle rick trash beat my head with hot stuff. |
I'll have what the man on the ceiling is having, and make it a double. |