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Lyrics - Presidents of the United States of America

Kitty | Feather Pluckin' | Lump | Stranger | Boll Weevil | Peaches | Dune Buggy | We're Not Gonna Make It | Kick Out The Jams | Body | Back Porch | Candy | Naked And Famous


 "Kitty"   
Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow 
Meow, meow
Meow, meow Little bag a bones been out all night Little bag a bones been out all night Can you hear him, scratchin' at the screen door Can you hear him, scratchin' at the screen door Little bag a bones been out all night He needs some pettin' and lovin' on his head He needs some pettin' and lovin' on his rain-soaked hide He's circlin' around my ankle He's circlin' around my ankle He needs some pettin' and lovin' on his hide Hey Kitty won't you come inside Kitty at my foot and I wanna touch it Kitty at my foot and I wanna touch it Kitty at my foot and I wanna touch it Kitty at my foot and I wanna touch it Kitty at my foot and I wanna touch it Kitty at my foot and I wanna touch it Kitty at my foot and I wanna touch it Kitty at my foot and I want to touch it Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow Meow, meow Meow, meow A pussy purrin' and lookin' so satisfied A pussy purrin' and lookin' so satisfied Lost in his little yellow round eye Lost in his yellow round eye Pussy purrin' and lookin' so satisfied Kitty rear up and scratch me through my jeans Kitty rear up and scratch me through my jeans Fuck you, Kitty you're gonna to spend the night Fuck you, Kitty you're gonna to spend the night Fuck you, Kitty you're gonna to spend the night outside Kitty at my foot and I wanna touch it Kitty at my foot and I wanna touch it Kitty at my foot and I wanna touch it Kitty at my foot and I wanna touch it Kitty at my foot and I wanna touch it Kitty at my foot and I wanna touch it Kitty at my foot and I wanna touch it Kitty at my foot and I want to touch it Touch it, I want to touch it I wanna touch it, I wanna touch it I wanna touch it, wanna touch it I wanna touch it Kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty touch it Kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty touch it Kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty touch it Kitty at my foot and I want to touch it ------------------------------------------------------------------------ "Feather Pluckn" But that's totally But that's totally Billions of birdies squawkin' outloud Talkin' in code to clams in the clouds They send a secret message, and send it by worm So vibratin' spiders will receive the word But that's totally feather pluckn insane Ten million monkeys all pick up guitars But nobody taught them how Five thousand fishies rockin' really, really, really hard Nobody taught them how Check out Chickey, drivin' Piggy's little blue car Nobody taught him how Well, flies like to fly 'cuz they don't like to stay Buzzin' in the ears of the chicken all day Chicken understand and he peck out the code Send a subsonic signal through the snot in The middle of an elephant's long, wet, cold, grey nose But that's totally feather pluckn insane Ten million monkeys all pick up guitars Nobody taught them how Five thousand froggies rockin' really, really, really hard Nobody taught them how Check out Chickey, drivin' Piggy's little blue car Nobody taught him how Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah Everybody supernova Everybody supernova Everybody supernova Everybody supernova ------------------------------------------------------------------------ "Lump" Lump sat alone in a boggy marsh Totally motionless except for her heart Mud flowed up into Lump's pyjammas She totally confused all the passing piranhas She's Lump, she's Lump She's in my head She's Lump, she's Lump, she's Lump She might be dead Lump lingered last in line for brains, And the ones she got were sorta rotten and insane Small thing's so sad that birds could land Is Lump fast asleep or rockin' out with the band She's Lump, she's Lump She's in my head She's Lump, she's Lump, she's Lump She might be dead Lump was limp and lonely and needed a shove Lump slipped on a kiss and tumbled into love She spent her twenties between the sheets Life limped along at subsonic speeds She's Lump, she's Lump She's in my head She's Lump, she's Lump, she's Lump She might be dead Is this Lump out of my head, I think so Is this Lump out of my head, I think so Is this Lump out of my head, I think so Is this Lump out of my head... ------------------------------------------------------------------------ "Stranger" You, Lynard Skynard hat And me, little kitty Sat across with a velvet jacket Wild orange hair, and dark, dark eyes I gawked like a 12 year old smitten Carla the stripper, straight from L.A. You seem cool for a naked chick in a booth Let's be pals someday (in other words) Put some clothes on and call me I saw you... it was incredible Slim, relaxed, buyin' wine at the QFC On a snowy Saturday night Black pearls, and I swear you were drinking beer You were the redhead behind the counter there I'm the one who fell out of his chair there You had your dry cleaning and I think you're dreamy I saw you, it was incredible Mumbled these words at you, unintelligible Ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma Ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma Ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma Ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma Ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, hey you there, what time is it? (I saw you, cool, it was incredible) ------------------------------------------------------------------------ "Boll Weevil" Let me tell you about a friend of mine His name's Boll Weevil, check him out Spends all day on his big butt And he don't ever, ever get outside I come to visit, I bring some sunshine And I just spread it all over the fire He's stuck on his big couch, stuck in his big shell He looks at the TV and he's all right I come from the Drug Lord, the local drug store Bug is a fly, baby he's never uptight And I wonder: Boll Weevil, why don't you get out of your home? He said, I'm comfortable here, I don't wanna move, I don't wanna leave I said, Boll Weevil get right out of your home Good bye, I gotta stay, I'll move some other day bye bye, gotta go to sleep And let the tube shine, let the tube shine, Let the tube shine, let the tube shine Now I would tell you about Boll Weevil, but that bug is just too scary He's sittin there all alone, I try to coach him out, with chocolate pies But he would not move a muscle, and I tried To make him see that the sun is shining outside Make him see that the sun is shining outside Make him see that the sun is shining outside Make him see that the sun is shining outside Make him see that the sun is shining outside Boll Weevil get right out of your home Boll Weevil get right out of your home Boll Weevil get right out of your home Boll Weevil get right out of your home Now I would tell you about Boll Weevil, but that bug is just too scary He's sittin there all alone, I try to coach him out, with chocolate pies But he would not move a muscle, and I tried To make him see that the sun is shining outside Make him see that the sun is shining out Make him see that the sun is shining outside Make him see that the sun is shining outside Make him see that the sun is shining outside Make him see that the sun is shining outside Make him see that the sun is shining outside Make him see that the sun is shining outside Make him see that the sun is shining outside Make him see that the sun is shining outside Make him see that the sun is shining outside Make him see the sun, make him see the sun Make him see the god damn sun ------------------------------------------------------------------------ "Peaches" Movin' to the country, gonna eat a lot of peaches I'm movin' to the country, I'm gonna eat me a lot of peaches I'm movin' to the country, I'm gonna eat a lot of peaches Movin' to the country, I'm gonna eat a lot of peaches Peaches come from a can, they were put there by a man In a factory downtown If I had my little way, I'd eat peaches everyday Sun soakin bulges in the shade Movin' to the country, I'm gonna eat a lot of peaches Movin' to the country, I'm gonna eat a lot of peaches I'm movin to the country, gonna eat a lot of peaches Movin' to the country, gonna eat a lot of peaches I took a little nap where the roots all twist Squished a rotten peach in my fist And dreamed about you woman I poked my finger down inside, makin' a little room for a ant to hide Nature's candy in my hand or can or a pie Millions of peaches, peaches for me Millions of peaches, peaches for free Millions of peaches, peaches for me Millions of peaches, peaches for free Look Out! Millions of peaches, peaches for me Millions of peaches, peaches for free Millions of peaches, peaches for me Millions of peaches, peaches for free Look Out! ------------------------------------------------------------------------ "Dune Buggy" A little blind spider took the wheel Navigatin' grass blades completely by feel Gotta... sassy chassy... sparkle in the sun All four small bald fat tires rockin' through the sand and burnin' up Little dune buggy... in the sand Little blue dune buggy... in my hand Okay, I got a rubber band motor hummin' on the beach, ready for fun Quit spinnin' that web and come out and play in the sun Eight thimble sized cylinders to be as smooth as you please Spider's bad ass fat old abdomen stuck in the bucket seat Little dune buggy... in the sand Little blue dune buggy... in my hand Squishy transmission was caught in drive Spiderman was squintin' at the sand and the sky Spiderwoman in the front seat, screamin' go... go... go He's ridin' the accelerator down to the floor with his fuzzy little toe...oe... oe... oe... oe Little dune buggy... in the sand Little blue dune buggy... in my hand Little blue dune buggy Little blue dune buggy Little blue dune buggy Little blue dune buggy Little blue dune buggy Little blue dune buggy Little blue dune buggy Little blue dune buggy Little... blue... dune buggy ------------------------------------------------------------------------ "We're Not Gonna Make It" We're not gonna make it No, no, we're not gonna to make it 'Cuz there's a million better bands With a million better songs Singers who can drum And singers who can sing Deep in my heart, I do believe We're not gonna make it No, no, we're not gonna to make it Cuz' we don't have the talent And we don't have the time And we don't have the patience And we don't know how to rhyme Deep in my heart, I do believe We're not gonna make it No, no, we're not gonna to make it Said no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no We're not gonna make it ------------------------------------------------------------------------ "Kick Out The Jams" Well I've been elected to rock your asses 'till midnight Well this is my term and I've shaved off my perm, but it's alright I solemnly swear to uphold the constitution Got a rock 'n' roll problem, well we got the solution Just let me be who I am, and let me kick out the jams, yeah Let me kick out the jams, I done kicked 'em out Well, I've been selected to orbit the planet in a rocket (in a rocket) I'm goin' to Mars, I got a message for the poodle in your pocket (In your pocket) Well, Mission Control, callin' supernova, the hotline's rockin', You can come on over, and let us be who we am, And let us kick out the jams, yeah Kick out the jams, we done kicked'em out ------------------------------------------------------------------------ "Body" Little salamander, where did you go The edge of the yard I found you, you know All brown and hard I can't get your body out of my mind I can't get your body I can't get your body out of my mind I can't get your body She goes smooth through my body, yeah Through my body, she goes smooth She goes smooth through my body, yeah Through my body, she goes smooth Little killer froggy, where did you hop Under the entertainment center Realized you just couldn't stop The worms found a hole in your booty they could enter And I can't get your body out of my mind I can't get your body I can't get your body out of my mind I can't get your body You go smooth through my body, yeah Through my body, you go smooth You go smooth through my body, yeah Through my body, you go smooth Hey little lizard, where did you slink Left your cage door open Under the basement sink The drippin' water made your moldy body eyes open And I can't get your body out of my mind I can't get your body I can't get your body out of my mind I can't get your body Can't get your body out of my mind I can't get your body Can't get your body out of my mind I can't get your body Can't get your body out of my mind I can't get your body Can't get your body out of my mind I can't get your body ------------------------------------------------------------------------ "Back Porch" Happy with no teeth, happy here in hibernation Slurpin' on a peach, starin' at the situation Kitty at my foot, meowin' out a conversation Rockin' back 'n' forth, that's my only destination Old man on the back porch, old man on the back porch Old man on the back porch, and that old man is me Old man on the back porch, old man on the back porch Old man on the back porch, and that... Meeeeeeeee-ow, wow, wow, wow Got a two-string on my lap, total subsonic vacation Got chicken on the drums, poundin' out a perfect prescription Got twenty little worms, all plug into amplification Got fifteen hundred bass drum luggin' bug-eyed monkeys All arriving at the station Old man on the back porch, old man on the back porch Old man on the back porch, and that old man is me Old man on the back porch, old man on the back porch Old man on the back porch, and that... Me me meeeee-ow whoa, whoa, whoa (Chris and Dave's part sung at the same time) - Improvised Chris: I'm sittin' on the back porch, kickin' my legs back, rockin in my rockin'chair, just sittin' there. On the little back porch it's about to fall apart So I think I might repair it, just as I'm thinkin about repairin' it Some little friends come along with some two-string, one string No string guitars (Hey Chris wanna jam?), and they plug Them all into the back porch, and they sit around playing all their favorite songs And kickin back, feelin' real good, real fine, real full of the wine And everything's fine, everything's beautiful, everything's great And I just feel so good, you know I'm seventy years old and I'm slurpin' everything through a straw Dave: I'm sittin' here on the back porch just eatin' chocolate pudding through a straw And I heated it up on a little sterno stove, tastes just like a warm body fluid goin' down, Little players comin' 'round, pluggin' in their instruments, feelin' good about Themselves, singin' original songs, by the original masters And I'm sittin' there on the porch, rockin' back 'n' forth in my little old chair But I'm an old man on the back porch, old man on the back porch Old man on the back porch, and that old man is me Old man on the back porch, old man on the back porch Old man on the back porch, and that..... ------------------------------------------------------------------------ "Candy" Sugar's only sweetness Salt is ocean tears And you were my only weakness For years and years and years You little yellow sweetie You were hiding in a jar Now my mind is gone completely Take off the lid and there you are You're my candy Candy Well the devil, she made sweet candy Took 6 days and nights to dream On the 7th day she rested Woke up early and made ice cream Now the devil, she must be a dentist With deep jawbreaker eyes Red rope hair, gum drop lips Cotton candy thighs You're my candy Candy Chocolate Lava stole my body And aftertaste stole my mind Left me dangling down defenseless And then sweet candy, she said goodbye Now my teeth are worn and useless My eyes too sunk to see My tongue swole up to twice its size And all I wanna do is eat Candy, my candy My candy, my candy Suckin' on my candy ------------------------------------------------------------------------ "Naked and Famous" I can't explain glacial motion Or why Los Angeles don't drop into the ocean I can't unfold the layers of mystery Or piece together the tragedy of history 'Cuz those lucky suckers, they don't have to work Big 3-D billboards and big 30-foot Smurfs And everybody wants to be naked and famous Everybody wanna be just like me, I'm naked and famous I met a poet, said she didn't like the smell of it Then took her clothes off in a restaurant for the hell of it I met a DJ who lived in seclusion, reality and sobriety were her only delusions And those lucky bastards, they don't have to work Big 3-D billboards and big 30-foot Smurfs And everybody wants to be naked and famous Everybody wanna be just like me, I'm naked and famous Woo uh hoo hoo hoo Wow ah hoo hoo hoo Well, don't get a nosebleed, don't get upset We can't be naked and famous just yet There's a big gold dollar sign on the Sunset Strip And you can send your friend a postcard, it ain't worth the trip Everybody wants to be naked and famous Everybody wanna be just like me I'm naked Everybody wants to be naked and famous Everybody wanna be just like me I'm naked Everybody wants to be naked and famous Everybody wanna be just like me I'm naked Wow wow yeah Ah hoo hoo hoo Whoo Everybody wants to be naked and famous Everybody wants to be just like me I'm naked and famous ------------------------------------------------------------------------
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