Uncontrollable Urge

got an urge got a surge
and it's out of control
got an urge I wanna purge
'cause I'm losing control
uncontrollable urge
I wanna tell you all about it
uncontrollable urge
makes me scream and shout it
it's got style it's got class
so strong I can't let it pass
I gotta tell you all about it
I gotta scream and shout it
and I say yeah

(I Can't Get No) Satisfaction

I can't get no satisfaction
I can't get me no satisfaction
and I try and I try and I try t-t-t-t-try try
I can't get no I can't get me no
when I'm riding in my car
and a man comes on the radio
he's tellin' me more and more
about some useless information
supposed to fire my imagination
I can't get no uh no no no
hey hey hey that's what I say
I can't get no satisfaction
I can't get me no girly action
when I'm watchin' my tv
and a man comes on to tell me
how white my shirts could me
but he can't be a man 'cause he does not smoke
the same cigarettes as me
and when I'm flying around the world
and I'm doin' this and I'm tryin' do that
and I'm trying to make some girl
tells me baby better come back later next week
can't you see I'm on a losing streak

Praying Hands

you got your left hand
you got your right hand
the left hand's diddling
while the right hand goes to work
you got both hands
you got praying hands
they pray for no man
o.k....relax...
assume the position
go into doggie submission

Space Junk

she was walking all alone
down the street in the alley
her name was sally
she never saw it
when she was hit by space junk
in new york miami beach
heavy metal fell in Cuba
angola saudi arabia
on xmas eve said norad
a soviet sputnik hit africa
india venezuela (in texas
kansas)
it's falling fast peru too
it keeps coming
and now I'm mad about space junk
i'm all burned out about space junk
oooh walk & talk about space junk
it smashed my baby's head
and now my sally's dead

Mongoloid

mongoloid he was a mongoloid
happier than you and me
mongoloid he was a mongoloid
and it determined what he could see
mongoloid he was a mongoloid
one chromosome too many
mongoloid he was a mongoloid
and it determined what he could see
and he wore a hat
and he had a job
and he brought home the bacon
so that no one knew
mongoloid he was a mongoloid
his friends were unaware
mongoloid he was a mongoloid
nobody even cared

Jocko Homo

they tell us that
we lost our tails
evolving up
from little snails
I say it's all
just wind in sails
are we not men?
we are devo!
we're pinheads now
we are not whole
we're pinheads all
jocko homo
are we not men?
d-e-v-o
monkey men all
in business suit
teachers and critics
all dance the poot
are we not men?
we are devo!
are we not men?
d-e-v-o
god made man
but he used the monkey to do it
apes in the plan
we're all here to prove it
I can walk like an ape
talk like an ape
I can do what a monkey can do
god made man
but a monkey supplied the glue
we must repeat
o.k. let's go!

Too much Paranoias

think I got your dial tone
think I got billy baxter's bone
think I got a bubble-sac
think I got a big mac attack
hold the pickles hold the lettuce
special orders don't upset us
all we ask is that you let us
serve it your way
too much paranoias
my momma's afraid to tell me
the things she's afraid of
I been dipped in double meaning
I been stuck with static cling
think I got a rupto-pac
think I got a big mac attack

Gut Feeling/(Slap Your Mammy)

something about the way you taste
makes me want to clear my throat
there's a message to your movements
that really gets my goat
I looked for sniffy linings
but you're rotten to the core
i've had just about all I can take
you know I can't take it no more
got a gut feeling
centered 'round long time ago
on your ability to torment
then you took your tongs of love
and stripped away my garment
got a gut feeling

slap your mammy down
slap your pappy down again
oh move it up and down now
oh move it all around now

Come Back Jonee

jonee went to the pawnshop
bought himself a guitar
now he's gonna go far
you gotta love 'em and leave 'em
sometimes you deceive 'em
you made her cry
jonee you're bad
you're gonna make her sad
jonee jumped in his datsun
drove out on the expressway
went head-on into a semi
his guitar is all that's left now
he made her cry
now she calls his name
jonee you're to blame

Sloppy (I saw my baby gettin')

I saw my baby yesterday
she spent her money on a car
I didn't get her very far
so my baby said to me
you know my baby she
said sloppy
I think I missed the hole

Shrivel-Up

well it's a god-given fact (that
you can't go back)
it's a god-given law that
you're gonna lose your maw
it's a god-given fact you gotta
buy'em by the sack
it's a god-given law that
you're gonna get small
may be just another rap but
you're running out of sap
well you better take the rap
dying under daddy's cap
it's at the top of the list
that you can't get pissed
it's rule #1 living right isn't fun
time-tested and true you
gotta pooty poo-poo

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