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Call Any Time
02:50
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Dressed in full frontal Kevin Kline
Call any time, just call me any time
Before I get bored of hangin' around
Call any time, just call me any time
Call me to go or if you wanna stay
Call and we'll arrange it right away
Any time of the day, any time of night
Call any time, just call me any time
But hey what is up what are you up to
I wasn’t talking to, wasn’t talking to you
I know it’s embarrassing but there’s nothing you can do
It’s still not you, sorry it’s still not you
I’m a minesweeper baby, let’s make you mine
Call any time, just call me any time
I know your boyfriend and I think he’ll be fine
Call any time, just call me any time
But long time no see, no you cannot come over
No you don’t know her, no you don’t know her
Don’t you get hurt now, hey hello come on
I’m a rock star baby, I ruin lives for fun
Might sound a little cheesy but it’s gonna be fine
Call any time, just call me any time
What about a movie and then wine and dine
Call any time, just call me any time
What is wrong with this, you can’t say I’m not trying
Call any time, just call me any time
Let’s get to the end we’re gonna make a good rhyme
Call any time, just call me any time
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2. |
Ain't No Good
01:30
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Ain’t no good, ain’t no good
That’s what I am, ain’t no good
Wish I could, wish I could
Anything would do, I wish I could
Ain’t no good, ain’t no good
That’s what I am, ain’t no good
I know I should, I know I should
Do something about it, I know I should
Do you see now what I am?
A piece of shit, you’d bet I am
A songwriter, a songwriter
We’re all singer-songwriters
With no good words, no good voice
No-good men have no-good songs
No good rock, no good roll
‘n’ is the only thing that I do well
I make no fuss, make no mess
Always leave them wanting less
Hell yeah I suck like hate
Tough luck: you have no taste
Hell yeah: make it great
I’m such a fucking waste
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Stereotype
02:43
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Got my glasses
And my corduroy jacket
They’re both classics
And I think O fuck it
I look in the mirror
I really look good tonight
I take the metro
To you it’s so retro
I know that’s what you like
Fuck the clothes police
I really look good tonight
I know that’s what you like
Now let me be your stereotype
You get yours I get mine
Now let me be your stereotype
In yellow shoes
I got the blues
But I got no clues at all
So I fall
Right back on the stereotype
And my tapes
They’re all so special
And my vinyls too
They give me much pleasure
I bet you don’t get
How I’m such a stereophile
I know that’s what you like
Now let me be your stereotype
You get yours I get mine
Now let me be your stereotype
So do you like it
Do you like it at all
And if you don’t
You can go lick my balls
But I hope I’ll manage
To make a good impression on you
I know that’s what you like
Now let me be your stereotype
You get yours I get mine
Now let me be your stereotype
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4. |
Hitting on Her
02:31
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The nail on the head the bottle or the road
I don’t even like to hit ‘em any more
Ever since the time that I met this girl
Now what I like best is hitting on her
And I’m having some trouble finding her place
And my mind is stuck on a picture of her face
Pick up the phone you’re all I wanna hear
Every day is good when I’m hitting on her
Hit the bottle
Hit the road Jack
Hit me with something new
I don’t really care
What I like best is hitting on her
I guess she gets up in the morning not thinking about me
She takes a shower still not thinking about me
She makes up her eyes makes a face hard to find
I wish she’d make up the mind, make up the mind
Hit the bottle
Hit the road Jack
Hit me with something new
I don’t really care
What I like best is hitting on her
Hit the bottle, hit the road
Hit the bottle, hit the road
Hit the bottle
Hit the road Jack
Hit me with something new
I don’t really care
What I like best is hitting on her
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5. |
Kill Everyone
02:38
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Kill everyone
Kill everyone
That’s what I want
That’s what you want
Kill everyone
Kill everyone
That’s what I want
That’s what you want
No man undone
No harm undone
That’s all we want
We want to
Kill everyone
Kill everyone
That’s all we want
That’s all we want
Kill everyone
Kill everyone
Unless it’s euthanasia
That would be sin
Kill everyone
Kill everyone
Unless it’s an abortion
That would be sin
Kill everyone
Kill everyone
Unless it’s suicide
That would be sin
And now sing everyone
Sing everyone
Come on you all
Everyone, everyone now, everyone
Kill everyone
Kill everyone
That’s all we want
That’s all we want
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6. |
Levitate
02:36
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You make me feel like the Empire State Building
Tall and massive, don’t give a fuck about a thing
But snap your fingers, I’ll jump off the ground
That would be something, now aren’t you proud
You make me feel like starting it all over again
You make me feel like the bloody Niagara Falls
Rumbling softly don’t even hear when anybody calls
Over the edge every minute again
A drop of some two hundred feet down and then
You make me feel like I can rise clean off the ground
And
Levitate
Levitate the fuck up
Levitate
The fuck out of here
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Radio Whatever
03:20
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I’ll show you the machines
I’ll show you the machines
They’re just over there
They’re just everywhere
Just dissipating heat
Just generating sound
Just generating heat
Just dissipating sound
Radio Whatever
Sign in for nothing
Radio Whatever
Signalling nothing
Radio Whatever
Signifying nothing
Destroy these machines
Destroy these machines
They’re too loud too loud
And they’re always around
I can’t take it any more
It’s too much distortion
Can’t take it any more
It’s just distortion
Radio Whatever
Sign in for nothing
Radio Whatever
Signalling nothing
Radio Whatever
Signifying nothing
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Strompopper Budapest, Hungary
A mostly loud rock and roll three-piece. Came together to play old songs, ended up writing new ones.
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