whoa! we’re starting too fast, again we’re starting too fast, again you guys let's take our time and ease on in make this worth while, say “hello” to mom thank you for birthing me mother i was so eager for this world i shot on out baby don’t cry, I’ll sing you a lullaby make this worth while, say “hello” to mom Oh... be ready, be prepared, be unawares and you’ll be under stairs so... be ready, be prepared, be sexual with clean sexy underwears

rock to the left, rock it to the right rock every night we shared our fat parts together under the blue chlorine water it was private and quite intimate our wrinkled toes touching the pools cement locked our eyes into our souls explored our weakness and fat rolls, I like her and she likes me we’re gonna grow old and live by the sea she loves me when i am sober, she loves me when I am drunk i like her even when she smells like a skunk we talk about movies and books we read we go out dancing but baby she takes lead i don’t smoke but she loves her cloves I like it cuz it stays in my clothes we rock to left and we rock to the right rock so much we rock every night so we moved to the caribbean hover in the water like a space station get a job as a tour diver to pay the bills live on the beach with the crabs and seagulls

in the morning... i am gonna take over mars, i am gonna be a better man i am gonna show you the best of this world, while holding your hand it might not mean something now, but it’ll mean something later after dinner i’ll get the bill, and you can tip the waiter can’t walk right up to you, and say you’re lovely (“you’re lovely”) so i’ll wander this club, and hope you’ll walk up to me (“to me”) get no sense of this dance floor, fall into your eyes (“or your lies”) take me home tonight, and i’ll move down between your thighs i can hardly believe that you want me in your bed i can hardly believe that you want me to know you there i can hardly believe that you want me in the morning i can hardly believe that you want me here at all my friends say you’re too good, for the likes of me but few friends i got, and only a few friends i need so i’ll take you out, to where you want to go i’ll do the things you like, and put on a private show we get drunk in public restrooms, and run through public parks after dark we swim in water holes, and then try to find our clothes lost our bikes and, our frisbee in the woods so we walk on home, between raindrops on our tip toes i can hardly believe that you want me in your bed i can hardly believe that you want me to know you there i can hardly believe that you want me in the morning i can hardly believe that you want me here at all it takes time getting use to it but i am getting use to it, alright

out of seventeen brothers and sisters you are the one we all know oh, elizabeth griscom you’re fourth-generation american born in the snow you fell in love with john ross and eloped across the delaware the both of you ran off and started your own upholstery business war came and took the life of John when you were twenty four later that year you met with the committee of three the american symbol, our flag, you worked on like a busy bee you died one hundred and forty nine years before i was born BETSY ROSS YOU ARE MY HOT SAUCE!!! HA! HAAHAA!! i have your art hanging above my bedroom door one day i will burn it when it falls down and touches my floor the craftsmanship is heavenly, and i want to touch your soft hands you captured the energy and pride for these rebellious lands who else would of made thirteen stripes for the original colonies? and your creativity you’ll never know that it surprises me i would travel back in time just to join your sewing circle but i’ve got a few dates lined up and i am sure your dance card is full BETSY ROSS YOU ARE MY HOT SAUCE!!! HA! HAAHAA!!

so you’re already under ground and gone i still got a whole life to get living on but i am just d-d-d-dieing to meet you and i am c-c-c-coughing with the flu i guess i’ll meet you sooner then later... will you be my chaperon at the pumpkin ball i need a good chaperon because she’s got it all my heart’s about to burst and liquor i do thirst cuz i am... dancing at the pumpkin ball dancing at the pumpkin ball with he will you be my chaperon at the pumpkin ball i need a good chaperon because she’s got it all my heart’s about to burst and liquor i do thirst cuz i am... dancing at the pumpkin ball dancing at the pumpkin ball with her

i thought everything was free, until i found myself in jail

softly saying “ i love you” oh, say “dontcha care” can you whisper it in my ear can i call you baby or my dear can i be happy with my tear can i think of you when i finish my beer

gettin’ a little too stressed out, stressed out i am gettin’ a little over whelmed so can’t we all just chill out or dive off this end of the world? ships are drowning and who of thought i’d be a sailor, like you? divers are dived down under and who’d a thought i’d die, like you? all fulled up of hearts and rainbows paid my debts and loans so, this rounds on me, you guys clap your hands and touch your toes did you ever think that i was never right for anyone? ships are drowning and who of thought i’d be a sailor, like you? divers are dived down under and who’d a thought i’d die, like you? fill my glass of water half full cuz i see clear skies ahead fill my glass of water half empty cuz i think i am dead but if i am already dead i guess that means i don’t need to be drinking my eight daily glasses of water no more... he’s walking through water and she’s talking like an otter and there’s bears but they don’t care cuz they’re busy eating at the county fair

feet under me running as fast as they can suddenly my ears hear the hum moving closer jump into this pirate ship and escape the bees feel awful when you hear your best friend trip fall down and gets stung and screams sometimes I wish I had sabertooth tigers to come rescue me, care for me, set me free sometimes I wish I was a cub in the pack and everyone knew my name I want to glow-in-the-dark or be a hologram I want to be the shame of cheap marketing scam sometimes I wish I had sabertooth tigers to come rescue me, care for me, set me free sometimes I’d wish I was a cub in the pack and everyone knew my name

Hey there sailor, you got a package for me, for me, to see Hey there mister, you got a seltzer for me, for me, for free And you’ve learned a hard lesson That there’s no reason To cut yourself Out of this world But I am alone I am a bag of bones I am alone, alone We know, we can hear you moan So shut up, get dressed Getting moving you’ve had your rest (rest rest) Get out, be your anti-drug Get out! Be you sexy thug All this time I was alone All this time and I am still a bag of bones But I am learning to change my tone And I feel a whole lot better with all this coke I’ve blown Blow….. Oh, why can’t it snow in the summer time that’d be just fine I’d make a snow cone for you and a big one that’s mine We’d ski to the beach and catch a tan with a snowman But it’ll only get cold when I fan your sexy can Well can do

i’ll wine and dine her i’ll start her fire and you know she’ll love it (repeated 4 times) she’ll love it! (woo!) she’ll love it! (woo!) she’ll love it! (yeah yeah yeah yeah!) (repeat 2 times)

Busy digging graves or Throwing groceries into bags Still thinking about how soft your hands were Well there’s either soil under your nails Or sticky juices and milk on your finger tips Weather gets cold and our skin dries out Loosing communication with your friends can be tough But the money’s flowing and the drinks are filling But I’d rather be kissing your soft lips Digging holes and making crypts Planning outings and friendly trips If you bag too many groceries that bag’ll surely rip And that fella won’t give you another tip That fella won’t give you another tip I can’t wait for the summer time We’ll all go on one big road trip Exchanging pictures of our adventures Sure looks like good times are everywhere Yeah I might not be next to you but at least I am not somewhere under ground We’ll meet at an airport Hug in unison with all those other reunions there Digging holes and making crypts Planning outings and friendly trips If you bag too many groceries that bag’ll surely rip And that fella won’t give you another tip, no That fella won’t give you another tip

rescue me, before i die save my soul, and put in a jar for a rainy day i am white as a ghost, my years flash by and i am good as gone i never thought, that i’d die this way tell me it ain’t bad, the ambulance is almost here i am just broken, something doctors can easily repair we’ve had good times, but my time seems to be up but go into the light, i do not dare someday i’ll wish you were me, so i could be getting rich off the dead someday i’ll rise up again, i’ll hunt you down and bite into your head you will all be in my zombie army! (i’ll eat your brains) you will all be in my zombie army! (i’ll change your names) you will all be in my zombie army! (i’ll lick your gut stains) you will all be in my zombie army! (i’m changing lanes) but we’ll all rapidly decompose when it rains so i guess i suppose, just burn my remains