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Summer
01:52
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Shoes off, freshly scraped knees
Swing set, warm summer breeze
Cold beer, on hot concrete
The world reduced to my roller coaster seat
And I can't see for the life of me
Why I'd ever leave this way of life
And I can't see for the life of me
Why you wouldn't lead this sort of life
No responsibilities
False humilities
I don't have the time for that
No obligations
Awkward situations
I cannot waste my precious time on shit like that
Oh
Whoa, water machine guns
Oh, beer in the sun
Oh
Whoa, let's tear up the town
Oh, and terrorize the playground
Oh
Whoa, pocket my slingshot
Oh, pack all I've got
Oh, head out of town
Uh-oh, cute boys on skate ramps
Oh, blown up guitar amps
Oh
... Guess it's summer time
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2. |
Telling Sally
03:20
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Well, it was quite an ordinary night
And I walked by your house
When somebody turned on the lights
What a coincidence I had my binoculars out
And oh, oh, I happened to look in through the window
It's not my fault your bushes are so comfortable
But what I witnessed was disturbing
It might keep me from returning, oh
Sally, your father is a crossdresser
Unless your mom's got a problem with testosteron
And I don't mean to make you freak out now
But he looks way better than you in your leather-thong
Think I'll find another home to study
Read someone else's mail and give back what's left of your cat
Sorry that it had to come to this
But talk some sense into that freak and I might just take you back
And it was pretty late Sunday night
And I sat in the car in your garage again
I like the smell of the seats when you've been driving 'round downtown for a while
That's when I noticed a funny banging noise
And realized it was coming from your trunk
It then turned out it was your mother and her boss
But who could blame her?
I mean... He's quite a hunk
Sally, your mother is a submissive nympho-freak
Who humps her boss while your dad's jerking off wearing her heels
This information's just started to get to me
And lately I've found it hard to hold onto my meals
Think I'll find another home to study
Give back your panties and stop calling your cell phone at night
Sorry that it had to come to this
But consider some counseling and sooner than you know, I just might...
... Drop by to watch you when you sleep
I used to do that, like, three-four times a week
Wasn't that right about the time of our first restraining order?
Guess there are many different ways to show someone you love her
But Sally, your family is a freak-show and I
No longer feel the urge to drive by your house late at night
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3. |
Keep It In The Family
04:32
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Secretive whispering behind closed doors
Flirtatious looks across the dinner table
No one needs to know
No one needs to know
Vacations in Spain
Kissing as soon as Mommy and Daddy looks away
And it's only sweet until the day
You learn that they share the same DNA
Fragrant letters in pink
Whoever neglected to tell these fools that secrets are not best preserved in ink?
No one ought to know
No one ought to know
'Cause it's not cheating as long as you keep it inside the family
It's not considered cheating as long as you keep it inside of the family
Family weekends at uncle Tom's
Tom and Daddy reminiscing over a bottle of Dom
After midnight sneak-ins to uncle Tom
They're fucked if they get caught, but I guess that's just part of the fun
Mommy's jetlagged and no fun
And Daddy starts missing the golden retriever back home
No one needs to know
He and little Tommy, it'll be just like all those years ago
And it's not cheating as long as you keep it inside the family
It's not considered cheating as long as you keep it inside of the family
And there he stands, in the doorway
Struggling to take in the scene
And when it dawns on him, his mouth glides open
His fingers losing grip of the jar of vaseline
That's when it strikes him
"Well... She is pretty good-looking"
And it's not cheating as long as you keep it inside the family
It's not considered cheating as long as you keep it inside of the family
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4. |
Wring Ya Pockets
01:34
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And I just wanna sleep
But I'm working two jobs
And I play in a band
And I gotta work out
And I just wanna eat
But I'm flat fucking broke
Won't get paid for a month
And I am all outta dough
And I just wish you would
Shut, shut, shut the fuck up
I am sick and tired and I don't wanna grow up
Wring ya pockets
Wring ya pockets, fellas
Wring ya pockets
Wring ya pockets, if they're empty like mine, yeah
Wring ya pockets
I am sick of this shit
I am sick of this shit, oh
Sick of this (x8)
Wring ya pockets, wring, wring ya pockets (x4)
Wring ya pockets and empty your wallets
Get your guitar and bring a styrofoam cup
Wring ya pockets, wring, wring ya pockets (x2)
Wring ya pockets and empty your wallets
Call up your parents, those of you who have such
Wring ya pockets, wring, wring ya pockets (x2)
Wring ya pockets and empty your wallets
It's tough now, but we're gonna get through this
Wring ya pockets, wring, wring ya pockets (x2)
Wring ya pockets, wring, wring ya pockets (x2)
Wring ya pockets and empty your wallets
It's tough now, but we're gonna get through this
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