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Likes It Rough
02:28
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I hate takin' dumps at my girlfriend's place
She gets cheap paper by the case;
I like it like a powder puff,
She's aint thrifty - she likes it rough!
She likes it so rough!
She don’t like that cottony stuff?
She likes it so rough!
But I think I’ve had enough...
The first time I used it I bled…
I came right out and scratched my head;
She looked back and said “That's just tough!”,
“I like cheap paper ‘coz it's rough!”
Can’t believe it's such an issue,
Gonna dump her due to tissue;
She just won't believe it - it's no bluff,
She won't switch - she likes it rough!
Enough!
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2. |
Depends On Me
03:03
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Nobody understands
Nobody comprehends
Why, underneath my pants
I choose to wear Depends!
Come in many sizes
There’s even his and hers
I don’t want surprises
In my adult diapers!
D P N D S - O N M – E
My license plate says: Depends on me!
Just had to leave out some of the vowels
Don’t need to leave when I move my bowels!
I’m not incontinent
Guess you know what that means
It’s not inherited
Doesn’t run in my jeans!
Go wherever I choose
And if you’d like I might
Show you that I consumed
Corn on the cob last night!
Don’t have control issues
I surely hold my own
Still use toilet tissues
But don’t sit on the throne!
Have a working bladder
I wear Depends by choice
It’s a fecal matter
In which I do rejoice!
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Have you heard the buzz across the land?
The Devil has got the upper hand…
So keep a leg up with the preacher
And get your ass to the baznycia!
Apreiskimo parapija...
Apreiskimo parapija...
Have you heard the buzz that's gone widespread?
The Devil’s directly overhead…
His wingspan is a dreadful feature,
So get your ass to the baznycia!
Apreiskimo parapija...
Apreiskimo parapija...
Ba,ba,ba,ba,ba..................................baznycia!
Have you heard the buzz inside your mind?
The Devil seduces all of mankind...
Ultimately, he'll be the one to greet ya...
As your ass gets in the baznycia!
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Doo doo doo-doo
(Tick tock tick) Doo doo doo-doo
(Tick tock tick) Doo doo doo-doo
(Tick tock tick) Doo doo doo-doo
Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin'
Into the future
Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin'
Into the future
I want to fly like an eagle
To the sea
Fly like an eagle
Let my spirit carry me
I want to fly like an eagle
'Til I'm free
Oh, Lord through the revolution
Feed the babies
Who don't have enough to eat
Shoe the children
With no shoes on their feet
House the people
Livin' in the street
Oh, oh there's a solutionI want to fly like an eagle
To the sea
Fly like an eagle
Let my spirit carry me
I want to fly like an eagle
'Til I'm free
Right through the revolution
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During your parties, you bring me down...
Now I have a plan to make you frown:
I’ll eat burritos till I explode -
Go to your affair with my payload!
Yah mo leave you an upper decker!
Yah mo really be a home wrecker!
Amid your shindig I will proceed
Into your bathroom to do my deed...
Remove the tank lid, hover 'n' squat -
Takin' a dump where I should be not!
Next person comes in - flushes stuff down
but they see water that comes in brown...
They’ll try again, won’t turn out well…
They’ll say your plumbing’s gone straight to hell!
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6. |
Kur Tas Kugelis?
02:04
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Nepamiršk lašiniukų
(baba-bulve, baba-bulve, baba-bulve-ba)
Nepamiršk tą grietinę
(baba-bulve, baba-bulve, baba-bulve-ba)
Nepamiršk lašiniukų
Nepamiršk tą grietinę
Nepamiršk man paskambint
Nepamiršk, Nepamiršk!
Oi močiute, kur tas kugelis?
Oi močiute, kur tas kugelis?
Oi močiute, kur tas kugelis? DABAR!
Nepamiršk tą svogūną
(baba-bulve, baba-bulve, baba-bulve-ba)
Nepamiršk mano lėkštę
(baba-bulve, baba-bulve, baba-bulve-ba)
Nepamiršk tą svogūną
Nepamiršk mano lėkštę
Nepamiršk man paskambint
Nepamiršk, Nepamiršk!
Oi močiute, kur tas kugelis?
Oi močiute, kur tas kugelis?
Oi močiute, kur tas kugelis? DABAR!
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7. |
Backseat Birute
05:20
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You've got a girlfriend - what more do you want?
But when in your car she's never upfront...
She makes side remarks on the way you steer...
That's why she's always sitting in the rear!
One day she may be someone's mociute,
But right now she is... Backseat Birute...Backseat Birute!
Never taking walks keeps her in loafers...
Sees all her boyfriends only as chauffeurs...
She rides in the back like in limousines...
She says take me home and that's what she means!
One day she may be someone's mociute,
But right now she is... Backseat Birute... Backseat Birute!
Always gettin' rides looks like so much fun...
Just remember that she don't ride shotgun...
Because in the back is just where she sits...
Adjust the mirror to see her outfits...
I just love to hear her say...
"Are we there yet?"
One day she may be someone's mociute,
But right now she is... Backseat Birute... Backseat Birute!
Backseat Birute! Backseat!
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8. |
Rock 'n' Roll Fantasy
04:57
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Here comes the jesters, one, two three
It's all part of my fantasy
I love the music and I love to see the crowd
Dancin' In the aisles and singin' out loud
Here comes the dancers one by one
Your mama's callin' but you're havin' fun
You find you're dancin' on a number nine cloud
Put your hands together now and sing it out loud
Its all part of my rock 'n roll fantasy
Its all part of my rock 'n roll dream
Put up the spotlights one and all
And let the feelin' get down to your soul
The music's so loud you can hear the sound
Reachin' for the sky and churnin' up the ground
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9. |
Exploring Uranus
04:07
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My old man escaped this planet, full of scotch and PCP
My world is inert as granite, however, through astronomy
I perceive evacuation from this scrubby globe of griefs can be launched from Hershey's highway...
There's no need to pack your briefs...
Captain's log-stardate:69
Headed where the sun don't shine,
I'm an astronaut - put the accent on the ass
My big mother ship needs some gas
So I'm headed for Uranus... Uranus or bust!
I wanna milky way on your moon,
Its populace hopes I come soon,
I'm an astronaut and I wanna bust a nut!
Don't want no "ifs" or "ands"- just a butt!
Yes, I know there are many black holes in space
Yet, I find Uranus is my fav'rite place!
My boys and I travel first class! That's why we're...
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There's a light
A certain kind of light
That never shone on me
I want my life to be lived with you
Lived with you
There's a way everybody say
To do each and every little thing
But what does it bring
If I ain't got you, ain't got?
You don't know what it's like, baby
You don't know what it's like
To love somebody
To love somebody
The way I love you
In my brain
I see your face again
I know my frame of mind
You ain't got to be so blind
And I'm blind, so, so, so blind
I'm a man
Can't you see what I am?
I live and I breathe for you
But what good does it do
If I ain't got you, ain't got
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11. |
Six Feet In 57 Seconds!
00:58
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My cousin from Vilnius
got respiratory illness
from the outbreak of COVID-19;
His plans were quashed
'cause his hands were never washed
and he didn't stay in quarantine...
At night, snuck down the road
when he wanted to unload
into his girlfriend, so desirous;
His girl named Birutė -
Now even her močiutė,
Both have the coronavirus...
Six feet can be sweet, six feet asunder!
Six feet can be sweet - apart not under!
Had my cousin stayed home,
left Birutė all alone -
these three wouldn't need ventilators;
He should've washed his hands
of all that romance
like all of us masturbators!
Six feet can be sweet, sweet like a boner!
Six feet can be sweet - not like corona!
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12. |
Shut Down
01:36
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It happened on the strip where the road is wide
Two cool shorts standin' side by side
Yeah, my fuel injected Stingray and a four-thirteen
Revvin' up our engines and it sounds real mean
Tach it up, tach it up, tach it up
Buddy gonna shut you down
Declinin' numbers at an even rate
At the count of one we both accelerate
My Stingray is light the slicks are startin' to spin
But the four-thirteen's really diggin' in
Gotta be cool now power shift here we go
Superstock Dodge is windin' out and low
But my fuel injected Stingray's really startin' to go
To get the traction I'm ridin' the clutch
My pressure plate's burnin' that machine's too much
Pedal's to the floor hear the dual quads drink
And now the four-thirteen's lead is startin' to shrink
He's hot with ram induction but it's understood
I got a fuel injected engine sittin' under my hood
Shut it off, shut it off
Buddy now I shut you down
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A time to live, a time to die, a time to laugh, a time to cry
A dime a dozen, a dime a dance, a kissin' cousin, a one night stand
Be obedient, be omnipotent, be clairvoyant, be three dimensional
Be true to your school, B+ grades, beans for lunch: Birute-made!
See the girl, C for caress, see the boy, "Si" means yes
See our daughter, see our son, sea of water, see arson
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Steel Wolf New York, New York
Steel Wolf is a Lithuanian-American rock band from Long Island, New York. Described as playing “music to incite a riot”, Steel Wolf took their name from Lithuanian folklore in 1982 and is still active today. Aside from archetypal venues, they perform annually at the ING NYC Marathon and Camp Giraite in Connecticut. "Steel Wolf blends punk anachronisms with Lithuanian mythology.” (Good Times) ... more
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