Lyrics - Presidents Of The USA Lyrics: Presidents Of The uSA
 
 
 
  1. Kitty
  2. Feather Pluckn
  3. Lump
  4. Stranger
  5. Boll Weevil
  6. Peaches
  7. Dune Buggy
  8. We Are Not Going To Make It
  9. Kick Out The Jams
  10. Body
  11. Back Porch
  12. Candy
  13. Naked And Famous


Kitty

Meow (x6)

Meow, meow
Meow, meow

Little bag of bones been out all night
Little bag of bones been out all night
Can you hear him, scratchin' at the screen door
Can you hear him, scratchin' at the screen door
Little bag of bones been out all night

He needs some pettin' and lovin' on his head
He needs some pettin' and lovin' on his rain-soaked hide
He's circlin' around my ankle
He's circlin' around my ankle
He needs some pettin' and lovin' on his hide
Hey Kitty won't you come inside

Kitty at my foot and I wanna touch it (x7)
Kitty at my foot and I want to touch it

Meow (x6)

Meow, meow
Meow, meow

Pussy purrin' and lookin' so satisfied
Pussy purrin' and lookin' so satisfied
I'm Lost in his little yellow round eye
Lost in his yellow round eye
Pussy purrin' and lookin' so satisfied

Kitty rear up and scratch me through my jeans
Kitty rear up and scratch me through my jeans
Fuck you, Kitty you're gonna to spend the night
Fuck you, Kitty you're gonna to spend the night
Fuck you, Kitty you're gonna to spend the night outside

Kitty at my foot and I wanna touch it (x7)

Kitty at my foot and I want to touch it

Touch it, I want to touch it
I wanna touch it, I wanna touch it
I wanna touch it, wanna touch it
I wanna touch it

Kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty touch it
Kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty touch it
Kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty touch it
Kitty at my foot and I want to touch it


Feather Pluckn'

But that's totally
But that's totally

Billions of birdies squawkin' outloud
Talkin' in code to clams in the clouds
They send a secret message, they send it by worm
So vibratin' spiders will receive the word

But that's totally feather pluckin' insane
Ten million monkeys all pick up guitars
(But nobody taught them how)
Five thousand froggies rockin' really, really, really hard
(Nobody taught them how)
Check out Chickey, drivin' Piggy's little blue car
(Nobody taught him how)

Well, flies like to fly 'cuz they don't like to stay
They buzzin' in the ears of the chicken all day
Chicken understand and he pick out the code
Send a subsonic signal through the snot in
The middle of an elephant's long, wet, cold, grey nose

But that's totally feather pluckin' insane
Ten million monkeys all pick up guitars
(Nobody taught them how)
Five thousand froggies rockin' really, really, really hard
(Nobody taught them how)
Check out Chickey, drivin' Piggy's little blue car
(Nobody taught him how)

There's an extra verse here on the PopLlama version (in red)

All the froggies had a good time
All the chickies got their toes wet
All the monkeys had a drumset to share
Everybody had a good time

All the froggies had a good time
All the chickies got their toes wet
All the monkeys had a drumset to share
Everybody had a good time, oh yeah, said oh yeah

oh yeah, oh yeah, said oh yeah
oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah

Everybody sleeping over (x4)


Lump

Lump sat alone in a boggy marsh
Totally motionless except for her heart
Mud flowed up into Lump's pyjamas
She totally confused all the passing piranhas

She's Lump, she's Lump
She's in my head
She's Lump, she's Lump, she's Lump
She might be dead

Lump lingered last in line for brains,
And the ones she got were sort of rotten and insane
Small thing's so sad that birds could land
Is Lump fast asleep or rockin' out with the band?

She's Lump, she's Lump
She's in my head
She's Lump, she's Lump, she's Lump
She might be dead

Lump was limp and lonely and needed a shove
Lump slipped on a kiss and tumbled into love
She spent her twenties between the sheets
Life limped along at subsonic speeds

She's Lump, she's Lump
She's in my head
She's Lump, she's Lump, she's Lump
She might be dead

Is this Lump out of my head, I think so
Is this Lump out of my head, I think so, yeah
Is this Lump out of my head, I think so
Is this Lump out of my head...


Stranger

You, Lynyrd Skynyrd hat
And me, little kitty
Sat across with a velvet jacket
Wild orange hair, and dark, dark eyes
I gawked like a twelve year old smitten

Carla the stripper, straight from L.A.
You seem cool for a naked chick in a booth
Let's be pals someday (in other words)
Put some clothes on and call me

I saw you, it was incredible

Slim, relaxed, buyin' wine at the QFC
On a snowy Saturday night
Black pearls, and I swear you were drinking beer
You were the redhead behind the counter there
I'm the one who fell out of his chair there
You had your dry cleaning and I think you're dreamy

I saw you, it was incredible
Mumbled these words at you, unintelligible
Ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma
Ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma
Ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma
Ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma
Ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, hey you there, what time is it?

(I saw you, cool, it was incredible)


Boll Weevil

Get down

Let me tell you about a friend of mine
His name's Boll Weevil, check him out

Spends all day on his big butt
And he don't ever, ever get outside
I come to visit, I bring some sunshine
And I just spread it all over the fire

He's stuck on his big couch, stuck in his big shell
He looks at the TV and he's all right
I come from the Drug Lord, the local drug store
Bug is a fly, baby he's never uptight
And I wonder:

Boll Weevil, why don't you get out of your home?
He said, I'm comfortable here, I don't wanna move, I don't wanna leave
I said, Boll Weevil get right out of your home

Good bye, I gotta stay, I'll move some other day bye bye, gotta go to sleep
And let the tube shine, let the tube shine,
Let the tube shine, let the tube shine

Now I would tell you about Boll Weevil, but that bug is just too scary
He's sittin' there all alone, I try to coach him out, with chocolate pie
But he would not move a muscle, and I tried

To make him see that the sun is shining outside
Make him see that the sun is shining outside (x4)

Check it out

Boll Weevil get right out of your home (x4)

Now I would tell you about Boll Weevil, but that bug is just too scary
He's sittin' there all alone, I try to coach him out, with chocolate pie
But he would not move a muscle, and I tried

To make him see that the sun is shining outside
Make him see that the sun is shining out
Make him see that the sun is shining outside (x9)
Make him see the sun, make him see the sun
Make him see the god damn sun


Peaches

Movin' to the country, gonna eat a lot of peaches
I'm movin' to the country, I'm gonna eat me a lot of peaches
I'm movin' to the country, I'm gonna eat a lot of peaches
Movin' to the country, I'm gonna eat a lot of peaches

Peaches come from a can, they were put there by a man
In a factory downtown
And if I had my little way, I'd eat peaches everyday
Sun soaked in bowls just in the shade

Movin' to the country, I'm gonna eat a lot of peaches
Movin' to the country, I'm gonna eat a lot of peaches
I'm movin to the country, gonna eat a lot of peaches
Movin' to the country, gonna eat a lot of peaches

I took a little nap where the roots all twist
Squished a rotten peach in my fist
And dreamed about you woman
I poked my finger down inside, makin' a little room for a ant to hide
Nature's candy in my hand or can or pie

Millions of peaches, peaches for me
Millions of peaches, peaches for free
Millions of peaches, peaches for me
Millions of peaches, peaches for free

Look Out!

Millions of peaches, peaches for me
Millions of peaches, peaches for free
Millions of peaches, peaches for me
Millions of peaches, peaches for free

Look Out!


Dune Buggy

A little blind spider took the wheel
Navigatin' grass blades completely by feel
Got a sassy chasse, sparkle in the sun
All four small bald fat tires rockin' through the sand and burnin' up

Little dune buggy in the sand
Little blue dune buggy in my hand

Okay, I got a rubber band motor hummin' on the beach, ready for fun
Quit spinnin' that web and come out and play in the sun
Eight thimble sized cylinders to be as smooth as you please
Spider's bad ass fat old abdomen's stuck in the bucket seat

Little dune buggy in the sand
Little blue dune buggy in my hand

Squishy transmission was caught in drive
Spiderman was squintin' at the sand and the sky
Spiderwoman in the front seat, screamin' "go, go, go"
He's ridin' the accelerator down to the floor with his fuzzy little toe

Little dune buggy in the sand
Little blue dune buggy in my hand

Little blue dune buggy (x9)


We Are Not Going To Make It

Wow!

We're not gonna make it
No, no, we're not gonna make it
'Cuz there's a million better bands
With a million better songs
Singers who can drum
And drummers who can sing

Deep in my heart, I do believe
We're not gonna make it
No, no, we're not gonna to make it
Cuz' we don't have the talent
And we don't have the time
And we don't have the patience
And we don't know how to rhyme

Deep in my heart, I do believe
We're not gonna make it
No, no, we're not gonna to make it
Said no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no,
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no,
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no,
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no

We're not gonna make it
We're not gonna...

(yeah, uh, bye)


Kick Out The Jams

Well I've been elected to rock your asses 'till midnight
Well this is my term and I've shaved off my perm, but it's alright
I solemnly swear to uphold the constitution
Got a rock 'n' roll problem, well we got a solution
Just let me be who I am, and let me kick out the jams, yeah
Let me kick out the jams, I done kicked 'em out

Well, I've been selected to orbit the planet in a rocket (in a rocket)
I'm goin' to Mars, I got a message for the poodle in your pocket
(In your pocket)
Well, Mission Control, callin' supernova, the hotline's rockin',
You can come on over, and let us be who we am,
And let us kick out the jams, yeah
Kick out the jams, we done kicked 'em out


Body

Little salamander, where did you go?
The edge of the yard
I found you, you know
All brown and hard

I can't get your body out of my mind
I can't get your body
I can't get your body out of my mind
I can't get your body

She goes smooth through my body
Through my body, she goes smooth
She goes smooth through my body
Through my body, she goes smooth

Little killer froggy, where did you hop?
Under the entertainment centre
Realised you just couldn't stop
The worms found a hole in your booty they could enter

And I can't get your body out of my mind
I can't get your body
I can't get your body out of my mind
I can't get your body

You go smooth through my body
Through my body, you go smooth
You go smooth through my body
Through my body, you go smooth

Hey little lizard, where did you slink?
Left your cage door open
Under the basement sink
The drippin' water made your mouldy body eyes open

And I can't get your body out of my mind
I can't get your body
I can't get your body out of my mind
I can't get your body
Can't get your body out of my mind
I can't get your body
Can't get your body out of my mind
I can't get your body

Can't get your body out of my mind
I can't get your body
Can't get your body out of my mind
I can't get your body


Back Porch

Happy with no teeth, happy here in hibernation
Slurpin' on a peach, starin' at the situation
Kitty at my foot, meowin' out a conversation
Rockin' back 'n' forth, that's my only destination

Old man on the back porch, old man on the back porch
Old man on the back porch, and that old man is me
Old man on the back porch, old man on the back porch
Old man on the back porch, and that.....

Meeeeeeeee-ow, wow, wow, wow

Got a two-string on my lap, total subsonic vacation
Got chicken on the drums, poundin' out a perfect prescription
Got twenty little worms, all plug into amplification
Got fifteen hundred bass drum luggin' bug-eyed monkeys
All arriving at the station

Old man on the back porch, old man on the back porch
Old man on the back porch, and that old man is me
Old man on the back porch, old man on the back porch
Old man on the back porch, and that.....

Me me meeeee-ow whoa, whoa, whoa

(Chris and Dave's part sung at the same time)

Chris:
I'm sittin' on the back porch, kickin' my legs back, rockin in my rockin'
chair,Just sittin' there. On the little back porch it's about to fall apart
So I think I might repair it, just as I'm thinkin about repairin' it
Some little friends come along with some two-string, one string
No string guitars (Hey Chris wanna jam?), and they plug
Them all into the back porch, and they sit around playing all their
favorite songs And kickin back, feelin' real good, real fine, real full of
the wine
And everything's fine, everything's beautiful, everything's great
And I just feel so good, you know I'm seventy years old and
I'm slurpin' everything through a straw

Dave:
I'm sittin' here on the back porch just eatin' chocolate pudding through a
straw
And I heated it up on a little sterno stove, tastes just like a warm body
fluid goin' down, little players comin' 'round, pluggin' in their
instruments, feelin' good
about Themselves, singin' original songs, by the original masters
And I'm sittin' there on the porch, rockin' back 'n' forth in my little old
chair

But I'm an old man on the back porch, old man on the back porch
Old man on the back porch, and that old man is me
Old man on the back porch, old man on the back porch
Old man on the back porch, and that.....


Candy

Well sugar's only sweetness
Salt is ocean's tears
And you were my only weakness
For years and years and years

You little yellow sweetie
You were hiding in a jar
Now my mind is gone completely
Take off the lid and there you are

You're my candy
Candy

Well the devil, she made sweet candy
Took six days and nights to dream
On the seventh day she rested
Woke up early and made ice cream

Now the devil, she must be a dentist
With deep jawbreaker eyes
Red rope hair, gum drop lips,
Cotton candy thighs

You're my candy
Candy

Chocolate Lava stole my body
And aftertaste stole my mind
Left me danged and down defenceless
And then sweet candy, she said goodbye

Now my teeth are worn and useless
My eyes too sunk to see
My tongue swole up to twice its size
And all I wanna do is eat

Candy, my candy
My candy, my candy
Suckin' on my candy


Naked and Famous

I can't explain glacial motion
Or why Los Angeles don't drop into the ocean
I can't unfold the layers of mystery
Or piece together the tragedy of history

'Cuz those lucky suckers, they don't have to work
Big 3-D billboards and big 30-foot Smurfs
And everybody wants to be naked and famous
Everybody wanna be just like me, I'm naked and famous

I met a poet, said she didn't like the smell of it
Then took her clothes off in a restaurant for the hell of it
I met a DJ who lived in seclusion, reality and sobriety were her only
delusions

And those lucky bastards, they don't have to work
Big 3-D billboards and big 30-foot Smurfs
And everybody wants to be naked and famous
Everybody wanna be just like me, I'm naked and famous

Woo uh hoo hoo hoo
Wow ah hoo hoo hoo

Well, don't get a nosebleed, don't get upset
We can't be naked and famous just yet
There's a big gold dollar sign on the Sunset Strip
And you can send your friend a postcard, it ain't worth the trip

Everybody wants to be naked and famous
Everybody wanna be just like me I'm naked
Everybody wants to be naked and famous
Everybody wanna be just like me I'm naked
Everybody wants to be naked and famous
Everybody wanna be just like me I'm naked

Wow wow yeah
Ah hoo hoo hoo
Whoo

Everybody wants to be naked and famous
Everybody wants to be just like me I'm naked and famous