My Many Smells Dead Milkmen

like a barrel of rotting fruit Stinking up the jungle under the hot tropical sun Other times I smell like thick black swamp-water Backed up into your toilet on a warm summer day These are a few of my

Filet of Sole Dead Milkmen

Filet of sole baby Is my favorite dish Filet of sole baby When the dish is fish Cause oh, I lose control When you serve filet of sole Now your cooking baby Got an appetite Said your cooking

Beach Song Dead Milkmen

Sand is hurting my tender feet The air smells like rotting fish and solarcaine I hate the people on the beach With their towels and umbrellas They're so zany I don't wanna be on the beach No!

I Tripped Over the Ottoman Dead Milkmen

They call me Robert Petry and I live in New Rochelle With my wife Laura and son Richie But now my life's a living HELL 'Cause I tripped over the ottoman one too many times I tripped over the ottoman

Filet of Sole The Dead Milkmen

"Filet of sole baby Is my favorite dish Filet of sole baby When the dish is fish Cause oh, I lose control When you serve filet of sole Now you're cookin' baby Got an appetite Said you're cookin' baby Smells

(Theme from) Blood Orgy of the Atomic Fern Dead Milkmen

Blood Orgy of the Atomic Fern Blood Orgy of the Atomic Fern Blood Orgy of the Atomic Fern Blood Orgy of the Atomic Fern You are invited To Blood Orgy of the Atomic Fern You are invited So many

Fifty Things Dead Milkmen

haven't seen your records I haven't seen any of that No I haven't seen your skateboard I haven't seen your Black Flag patch Barbara I'm sorry if you were unhappy But you can't say I didn't try So many

Beach Song The Dead Milkmen

"Sand is hurting my tender feet The air smells like rotting fish and solarcaine I hate the people on the beach With their towels and umbrellas, they're so insane I don't want to be on the beach! No!

Do the Brown Nose Dead Milkmen

My name is Lester Shy, and these fine gentlemen all around me - why they're The Shyphonics. And we hail PROUDLY from Fargo, North Dakota.

The Thing That Only Eats Hippies Dead Milkmen

it slithered it's way out to old Irvine And ate a couple of hippies and they tasted just fine Now it's got a sweet tooth for long hair So Bob and Greg and Grant you should beware Followin the Dead

I Can't Stay Awake The Dead Milkmen

I can't stay awake Somebody help me, please I have too many fingers Some of them need to leave Help me out of my body Help me not to sleep I can't stay awake Somebody help me, please I have

Rastabilly Dead Milkmen

My baby's got two hands My baby's got two feet My baby's got a forehead And all the chicken you can eat My baby's got two elbows My baby sure has a nose My baby she's got ten toes And my baby's

Sri Lanka Sex Hotel Dead Milkmen

flames Let's have sex without birth control Sell our offspring to some dirty old man Let's play Big Black at 3 AM And tell the neighbors they can all get fucked Commin' over the first hill I felt my

Big Lizard Dead Milkmen

Big lizard in my backyard Can't afford to feed him anymore Big lizard in my backyard Bustin' down my neighbor's door I bought a big lizard Only a dollar fifty Well that's pretty neat Yeah it's

Laundromat Song Dead Milkmen

Soap and quarters and bleach and laundry Are the words I use at the laundromat Reading the news, and watching the people That's what I do at the laundromat At the laundromat my heart grows fat

I Walk the Thinnest Line Dead Milkmen

I walk the thinnest line I walk the thinnest line I walk the thinnest line Between the light and dark sides of my mind I walk the thinnest line I walk the thinnest line I walk the thinnest line

I Against Osbourne Dead Milkmen

I know the CIA is watching me I'm a target of the FBI and PMRC I do not sleep I spend my nights worrying of satellites They put an eye into the sky and did not tell the people why I do not sleep

Nutrition Dead Milkmen

Now my life is easy My life ain't hard I'm gonna spend all day In my fucking backyard I ain't got no money Hell, I don't care My parents let me use their credit cards I've got nowhere to go

Gorilla Girl Dead Milkmen

of love No one else would touch that girl Unless they wore a glove Gifted was this girl of mine Great knowledge could she grasp But once she ate a golf pro and vomited in the grass But I love my

Little Man in My Head Dead Milkmen

There's a little man in my head And he's drunk all of the time He sits there on a bench Holding a monkey wrench Sometimes he beats it up against my mind There's a little man in my head I don't

Junkie Dead Milkmen

My best friend is a junkie He shoots up all day Sometimes he even shits himself What else can I say?

Silly Dreams Dead Milkmen

I had a dream you came back to my house You changed your mind I had a dream you came back to my house To spend some time You said you'd only stay a week And brought two cats for me to keep And

V.F.W. Dead Milkmen

Mom and Dad don't like me They say I'm mean and rude They've tried to make me a good little boy By sticking downers in my food Fucked up world We're all veterans of a fucked up world Fucked up

The Pit Dead Milkmen

Hee and a hoe And I love my baby so In the bottom of the bottomless pit Don't make a sound Or we might drag your baby down To the bottom of the bottomless pit I'm covered with slime and ick and

Air Crash Museum Dead Milkmen

Went out to feed the cattle and to my surprise My lawn was full of bodies just a gatherin' up the flies A big ol' jet liner had dropped from outta the sky I was so darned happy that I couldn't beleive

Bonus surprise endy bit Dead Milkmen

Gonna beat my wife!

The Secret of Life Dead Milkmen

I saw a cigar shaped flying ship It landed outside on my lawn You poked your head out of a door And said, "Hurry up get on."

Born to Love Volcanoes Dead Milkmen

Born to love volcanoes Seen em on PBS Born to love volcanoes My apartment is a mess Somewhere under that pile of clothes Lies a whole $10 bill Telephones are ringing In a land called PBS Fat

Swampland of Desire Dead Milkmen

I will trim your fir trees And I will light your fire And I will wrestle alligators In your swampland of desire And I will come upon you Like lightning from above And I will plant my feet into

Bleach Boys Dead Milkmen

drink bleach You know we practice what we preach We're not a drunken bunch of frat-boys Trashed on beers Or a stoned bunch of hippies With no careers I wanna drink bleach with a Georgia peach My

Tacoland Dead Milkmen

There's a place In San Anton Where I can go Tacoland It's a panacea Tacoland Their always glad to see ya You'll understand When you go On Down to Tacoland When I feel My world is lost

Wonderfully Colored Plastic War Toys Dead Milkmen

down to look at war toys But all the war toys were gone We went down to look at war toys Wonderfully colored plastic war toys We went down to look at war toys But all the war toys were gone All my

BIT 4 Dead Milkmen

Oh my God the moon is full tonight! I can feel myself shrinking. I can feel myself getting left-handed. I can feel myself getting the urge to build an igloo.

If I Had a Gun Dead Milkmen

Would I suddenly go crazy And shoot my family And see myself years later On some crime show on TV If I, if I had a gun, if I had a gun If I had a gun, if I had a gun, if I had a gun Would I wear

Tiny Town Dead Milkmen

Hello, my name is Billy Bob and I don't give a damn I got myself some white sheets from the Ku Klux Klan I got myself a daughter and she's a mongoloid Because I married my sister and our gene pool's

I Hear Your Name Dead Milkmen

calling your name I better go now Someone's calling your name I thought I saw you in a department store You turned a corner and it wasn't you I thought I saw you walking down a sidewalk I blew my

BIT 3 Dead Milkmen

Yeah, my sister's really moving up in the world. She dates a full-blown professor. Goes by the name of Professor Griff. He's a great guy. A good ol' boy. That wild old Professor Griff.

Rocketship Dead Milkmen

Rock - et ship Rock - et ship I'm going on a trip Far away I am leaving today I am leaving today Rock - et ship Rock - et ship My bags are packed I'm ready to go I'm ready to go Ten,

Swordfish Dead Milkmen

believes in swordfish I believe in Happy Days I believe in Joanie Loves Crotchie I believe in all that TV crap I believe in swordfish He believes in swordfish Up from the ghetto with the help of my

Stuart Dead Milkmen

Anyway at 10:30 the other night I go out into my yard and there's the Werzner kid looking up in the tree. I said, "What are you looking for?" He said, "I'm looking for my burrow owl."

In Praise of Sha Na Na Dead Milkmen

advice And played some fifties do-wop songs That even your mom would think are nice Keith and Janis went away But Sha Na Na are here to stay I don't care 'bout Joan Baez But Sha Na Na can wear my

The Big Sleazy Dead Milkmen

It's a long way to Anchorage But that's where I'll go with you We'll travel so far, dear To escape that Morning Zoo I hate MMR I hate YSP I do not like Grateful Dead So just don't talk to me I

The Conspiracy Song Dead Milkmen

Geraldo and Donahue They own the state, they own the church They pick the winners on Star Search They own the Christians, they own the Jews They own the Mormons, Moslems, too They put the holes in my

I Hate You, I Love You Dead Milkmen

Or are you gonna waste my time? I hate you but I love you I hate you but I love you Look back to the time we met Were things better?

Violent School Dead Milkmen

Guns are cool And we've got guns in our school 1000 people gather in the streets of Manhattan Lights go out Guess what happens It's time to steal It's time to shoot It's time to rob Taste my

Serrated Edge Dead Milkmen

Up on the hilltop where the vultures perch That's where I'm gonna build my church Ain't gonna be no priest ain't gonna be no boss Just Charles Nelson Riley nailed to a cross I don't piss I don't

Take Me Apart Dead Milkmen

have it end this way The people on the hill I know they're up there still Cause we were giants in those days And I was always the one Who said could never adjust Well look at me now girl And eat my

Right Wing Pigeons Dead Milkmen

right wing pigeons from outer space Sent here to destroy the human race They don't give a damn about you or me They just buy guns and watch TV The lady in Detroit owns a can of mace Got pissed at my

Take Me to the Specialist Dead Milkmen

And if I'm hopeless Well, that's the breaks The cookie crumbles The loony shakes The specialist can see it From my point of view He understands me 'Cause he hears voices too Take me to the specialist

BIT 5 Dead Milkmen

Now, you wanna talk about bladder problems, then the man you wanna talk to will probably be my cousin Earl. I guess you all know Earl. He lives out on Route 13 out on that maggot farm.