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in6tro
01:02
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Hazel
02:52
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It’s not that I don’t like you
I just haven’t gotten into you yet
Maybe I didn’t really give you a chance
But you’ve been a pain in my side since we met
What you have to say means so little to me
What you have to say means so little to me
I just don’t care
I just don’t care
I just don’t care
I just don’t care
I just don’t care
I just don’t give a shit about you
Leave it alone
You gotta leave me alone
Leave it alone
You gotta leave me alone
Get the fuck out of here
Get the fuck out of here
Get the fuck out of my fuckin' body
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3. |
Handless Musician
03:59
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60 BPM
If I had time my time back, I’d probably join a band
But I wouldn’t play any instruments cause I ain’t got no hands
I guess I’d have to sing and someone else would control my mic stand
I’d sing about real things like having no hands
Handless musician
Bandless amputee
I wanna be a handless musician
To be honest I got two hands, but they’re in a jar in the kitchen
Floating around with the pickled eggs
Just being jealous of my feet attached to my legs
Maybe I could also play the feet drums
For that you don’t need any fingers or thumbs
My Left Foot showed me the way
Daniel Day Lewis put on an inspiring display
But no, it’s different I know
Trying to be a musician with no hands
Why can’t I just do it?
What’s really keepin me from following my dream?
(I mean) There’s a headless horseman in the forest
A heartless guy fighting the Care Bears
Kevin Bacon was footless in that movie
But at least they all had hands...
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Omitted lyrics which initially appeared after the Daniel Day-Lewis line:
He’s a better actor than me even though he’s got two hands
And as everyone knows, the best actors have no hands
Stumpy McNulty and Hooky McBain
They’re the two best actors I ever seen
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4. |
Tray Lady
02:44
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Tray Lady
When you lay my tray
Could you try to leave something edible
Before you go away
Tray Lady
You can do better than this
If you surprise me with a few tasty treats
I’ll leave you with a kiss
Your food is shit but your trays are gold
Your milk is warm but your meatloaf’s cold
You work all day
And you’re always on time
But you won’t listen when I tell you
I don’t want anymore of your slime
I have so much hope when the tray is coming
Before you come and go like a ghost
But when I lift the lid there’s only a soggy piece of bread disguised as toast
Tray Lady
Tray Lady
You said you were bringing me a steak
But I only see mashed potatees
Tray Lady
I’m sick of the games you play
And I’m afraid I’ll have to leave you
So that I can eat well today
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I’m a chord player / I’m not a guitarist
I paint when I’m high / I wouldn’t call me an artist
I write and I write but I’ll never be a writer
I fight but I lose so you can’t call me a fighter
I’m just this / I’m just shit
I take a few pictures / I’m not a photographer
I make little movies / I’m no videographer
I plant a few plants but I wouldn’t say I garden
Can’t travel anymore cause I can’t get a pardon
I’m just this / I’m just shit
Hey now! You’re great! And I’ll prove it!
You don’t need to write a poem / You just gotta be poetic
You don’t gotta be from Philly but you gotta be phrenetic
You don’t gotta be a Jew but you gotta be semetic
You are the best there ever has been
You don’t gotta have funk but you gotta be funky
You don’t gotta be a monk but you gotta be a monkey
You don’t need to be a brewster if you wanna be Punky
You might not be a hunk but at least you’re hunky.
You are the best / You are great in every way
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6. |
Sunday Dinner
02:24
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Carrots carrots and potatoes
Maybe a coupla beets
Dark turkey light turkey, salty salt beef
Ya knows we got loads of meats
Cabbage cabbage, mashed up turnip
Throw on a few o' dem greens
Everyone’s fadder cooks it best
Head over to see what I mean
It’s Sunday Dinner / Sunday Dinner
Go to church first so you’re not a sinner
But make it home in time for Sunday Dinner
Salt and pepper / Loads of it
But nudding more that you'd call a spice
Don’t forget the dressing and cranberry sauce
Figgy duff and doughballs would be real nice
Pease pudding / Please put it on my plate
Why do we gotta say grace / I don’t wanna wait
For Sunday Dinner / Sunday Dinner
Dry out the wishbone / Crack off the big piece
And you get to be winner winner of Sunday dinner
The mustard pickles may have disappeared
But I’ll be fine if you grab me a beer
And if you cover / If you smother
All the food in gravy
Gravy gravy gravy gravy gravy gravy gravy gravy gravy gravy gravy
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Executive Producer St. John'S, Newfoundland and Labrador
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