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Cool Boy
03:35
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COOL BOY
I am nobody’s wheeler cool boy… (rep)
No! I am not. I wouldn’t even hurt a fly.
My mother sent me to the Highschool
she told me “Honey don’t be shy,
you’ll soon be carried on the palm,
oh you’re so humorous and keen
they will invite you to their parties
you’ll be the geek in brilliantine!”
“Didn’t it bother you?”
No.. you know she’s mah Ma..
She’d use her veins to tie my shoes.
They don’t invite me to the parties!
They try to put me on the palm
the one they planted in the garden
sure not the palm of their hands!!!
“Didn’t it bother you?”
No… actually no… but what a lack of self esteem….
“They’re only Backstreet Bosoms…
-they call me sporty spastic-
“Kickers and quarterbacks…”
-I’d love to quarter their backs-
“You’re gonna put them on the corner!”
“How? With violent slaps of checks?”
“Don’t cheer their bossy lead”
-No, I’m a dross indeed-
“Didn’t it bother you?”
I am nobody’s wheeler cool boy… (rep)
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Jeezus
03:21
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Jeezus
D’you wanna hear a tale of my psychopatic jail
I know you will
My father tried to choke me
with his black belt o’ karaoke
My brother is a jerk… my sister she’s a nerve…
And Jeezus… what would you do???
Jeezus!!! what would you do???
What would you say… or chew?
Jeezus!! what would you do???
What would you
And Jeezus… what would you do???
When everything you say earns nothing but boos
my mama’s voice’s a teaser like a bloody Farfisa..
And Jeezus… oh Jeezus what would you do???
Jeezus!!! what would you do???
What would you say… or chew?
Jeezus!!! what would you do???
I’m in spray of glue!
EYE FOR AN EYE - TEARS FOR MY TEARS
Holy smoke that’s all now folks
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3. |
Disco Darling
01:59
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DISCODARLING
Disco-I love you Disco-I love you Disco-
I love you Discodarling
Disco-I love you Disco-I love you Disco-
I love you Discodarling
Oh what a gogo dancer
Oh what a plume
Oh what a plastic mover
Oh what a groove!
Disco-I love you Disco-I love you Disco-
I love you Discodarling
Disco-I love you Disco-I love you Disco-
I love you Discodarling
Oh what a stretchy figure
Oh what a ghoul
Oh what a stool of torture
Oh what a mewl
Disco-I love you Disco-I love you Disco-
I love you Discodarling
Disco-I love you Disco-I love you Disco-
I love you Discodarling
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TATOOS (to waist away for life)
Tatoos to waste away for life… Tatoos to waste away for life… Tatoos to waste away for life…
How could you do it? Oh mah God
there’s nothing groovy.. and on top
it’s all so bleary-blurry! Why did you do it???
You got these tatoos to waste away for life…
And now you bully your buddies
into being gloomy, your bodies
so full of hooey, trophies from fallen woodies
How would you define that horrifying line uh?
A bolt of lightning?
Well it’s not a bolt… you larking dolt…
You’re so full of hooey-hooey! So full of hooey-hooey!
(Don’t sleep like a log: choose from the catalogue!)
You’re so full of hooey-hooey! So full of hooey-hooey! (swallow that eggnog: choose from the catalogue!)
He can draw whatever you dare to ask whatever you even dare to dream to ask!
Love and Hate on you knuckles?
YOUR KNUCKLES ARE NOT EIGHT!
(caught caught caught caught in a line???)
You could have a Love and HAT!
You could have a Love and HAT! You could have a Love and HAT!
You were so unfulfilled
sad in the parking lot
Down at the lumber mill
you used to drink a lot
and you nearly mooed
when the pinky flew
as the blade went down
and it chopped it (auch!)
So you got tattoos to waist away for life!
Tattoos to waist away for life!
A dull tribal… a koi sardine…
a mona-lizard for a koi-toy-boy!
Tattoos to waist away for life.
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Troubled
02:54
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TROUBLED
Well I can tell you boy you’re looking kinda troubled
Now I can tell you boy you’re looking kinda troubled
Yes I can tell you boy you’re looking kinda troubled
Well I am your secret dream
I am your masterpiece
Well I can tell you boy you’re looking kinda troubled
I can tell for sure you’re so disturbed and troubled
Well I am your twisted scheme
I am your blinding beam
And let me tell you: (Talk about! Poor Boy!)
I CAN DO WORSE than your trouble!
Oh mah boy mah boy mah boy….
you’re looking kinda troubled!
Crappy little boy your mooching wined and troubled
I am you masterpiece!
I am you torn siamese!
And let me tell you: (Talk about! Poor Boy!)
I CAN DO WORSE than your trouble!
And that’s because YOU’RE TROUBLE! ad lib.
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Pussy Stomp Sardinia, Italy
Pussy Stomp are Mauro “Vanvera” Vacca (bass, vocals-“A wish upon a scar”, Here I stay record).and Roberta “Skip” Etzi
(guitar, vocals), ideal background for tales of suburbian mythology.
Several musical influences: blues meets new wave, and punk peeks at them with a low profile. EP MC ”Super Slut” (On two sides records - 2014) CD Guide for shy guys (Hopetone/Riff records) 7" Octopussy
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