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COW OVERBOARD
04:45
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COW OVERBOARD
(Gibb/Edwards/Gramps)
Sailin' on a spanish ship, Destination Unknown...
The prisoners were given' sh%t, they walked the plank alone…
The food was scarce the food was short, only one cow left for us…
I say, "F@#k the prisoners!" this cow's coming with us…
There he goes! OVERBOARD!
For 40 days and 40 nights, we sailed the 7 seas…
The horns of Noah's friesian rule, had filled this arc with fleas...
A mutiny was inevitable, a new captain WILL rise…
Scrub the deck & cut his neck, And bleed him of his lies!
There he goes! OVERBOARD!
The 3 of us were left, 2 of us were friends…
We decided to draw straws, to see who would end…
The hunger & the famine, that we had to endure…
The hardest thing i had to do, was eat my best friend RAW!
OVERBOARD! There he goes!
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J.A.P.S
03:11
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Let's add another song to the list (to the list)
I think we'll finish it when we're pissed (when we're pissed)
While he sucks another one down (another one down)
Blows it out, inspiration is found
Inspiration's hard to find, in this world of yours and mine,
Heading back in time, slipping' through whatever cracks we can find, HEY!
Let's slam some heads into the wall (aggression is here)
Words are hard to find from the soul (tryin' too hard)
Roll a doobie or have a mix (kickin' back)
Out of this world that does the trick!
Inspiration's hard to find, in this world of yours and mine,
Heading back in time, slipping' through whatever cracks we can find, HEY!
Words don't come so easy all the time,
Change a riff, add a lick, the words don't rhyme
Getting frustrated….F@#K!
Put it down, come back to it another time.
I don't know what i should do now,
Who can tell me what to do now,
The world is moving in the wrong way for me,
Who can see the terror that faces me,
In the future or in the past,
In my knowledge things never last,
You will wait and you will see,
The fire & fuel that's inside of me.
Fire & Fuel that's inside of me x8
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WHEN
04:10
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I see you on the inside,
I'm out here looking in,
These double-sided windows,
For me are just too thin.
But you don't look so good out here,
And i can't feel that whole
You don't know what you are doing
So don't say that i'm cold.
I take comfort from a baby,
And hide in photographs,
You take pot shots at a lady,
And then rape her just for laughs
But you don't feel so good inside,
And i can't ever fill that hole,
You know exactly what you're doing
So you can't say i've got no soul.
Do you like it when? And out of it?
Are you overbored? Do you like it then?
Do you like it when?
Do you like it then? do fall back down? do you crawl around and pick yourself up now, now?
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4. |
AIRPORT NAZIS
03:47
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Drinkin' on the Plane, gettin' served by lots of Smoo
Hangin' for a piss, but some bastard's in the loo,
We tried to take a souvenir, something to make us float,
Those Airport Nazi f@#kers caught me with it in my coat!
Goin' to the city for our first time away
Who would have thought things would have turned out this way?
Rum in the studio, Hookers on the stage!
Whitney got the finger, we're on a rampage!
Ansett pricks they nicked us, they threw us to the feds,
Scheiße Votze, Nazi C@nt, twistin' off his head!
Goin' to the city for our first time away
Who would have thought things would have turned out this way?
Goin' to the Crest to crash, It's a blast,
Turn around the corner to the ABC for a bash (for a bash)
AIRPORT NAZIS x3
Drinkin' on the Plane, gettin' served by lots of Smoo!
Hangin' for a piss, but some bastard's in the loo,
We tried to take a souvenir, something to make us float,
Those Airport Nazi f@#kers caught me with it in my coat!
Goin' to the city for our first time away
Who would ever thought things would have turned out this way?
Goin' to the Crest to crash, It's a blast,
Turn around the corner to the ABC for a bash (for a bash)
AIRPORT NAZIS x3
HUH!
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5. |
YOUR ORDER IS READY
03:49
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Who are you? Don't know your name…
Your Order's Ready, so don't complain…
67 or 92? It doesn't matter, cos i hate you too.
And we take pride in the stuff we make,
Cos we're servin' you food, not just shit on a plate.
Your Order's Ready
You come in here, every single year,
With your peaked cap on, and your season's cheer,
So go back home, or your neck i'll break,
Use your kitchenette, cook yourself some steak.
Cos we take pride in the stuff we make
And you pricks don't give, all you do is take
I don't wanna dance in here, you can all get F@#ked!
Just spare me your S#%t cos i'm the one in disgust.
And Your Order's Ready…that's right Your Order's Ready…
You're a stupid f@#kin' tourist with your tourist grin on,
You got no worries here, U-uh, your world's a pumpkin scone,
So shut up or i'll eat it and throw it up right in your face, cos you're all fretty MotherF@#kers and a total waste of space.
And we take pride in the stuff we make,
Cos we're servin' you food, not just shit on a plate.
I don't wanna dance in here, you can all get F@#ked!
Just spare me your S#%t cos i'm the one in disgust.
And Your Order's Ready…that's right Your Order's Ready…
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TRIPPIN' TRUCKIE
03:12
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I ride my bike in the sun,
I ride my bike in the rain,
I drive my Mack Truck around,
Until the night turns to day,
I got a beergut!
Bonds' singlet too, but,
I got a strange affliction, got an ecstasy addiction,
I see some fierce kangaroos, A guy named Old Man Emu,
Here in my humble abode, take a trip then hit the road,
The girls on the bonnet wave their hands in the air,
Disco-Party fever's not uncommon here, cos i'm a….
TRIPPIN' TRUCKIE, NOT A JUNKIE, TRIPPIN' TRUCKIE
Stop in the roadhouse at 8, fried eggs, juice & beefsteak,
hitchhiker says, "hey man, i'll get a ride if i can,"
Up here throwin' tabs in the cab, I start thinkin' 'bout rehab,
No freak out, this isn't snow…just dust in lights here we go,
Those girls on the bonnet, they're all startin' to stare,
Cover my eyes with my hands cos i, can't stand the glare, yes i'm a…
TRIPPIN' TRUCKIE, NOT A JUNKIE, TRIPPIN' TRUCKIE
I like my duck-billed sneakers, those boyhood fairy creepers,
VOLTRON, Mask & G.I.JOE, playin' on the dashboard, "hello,"
I like my false fill x2, I like my horse pills x2
I LIKE MY FALSE FILL X2 I LIKE MY HORSE PILLS.
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7. |
JOBE
04:40
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I see you on top of them all,
Are you a part of the call or the only one,
I think i might be going to slink out on everyone,
So i'll see you at the back of the hall, didn't even have the courage to call,
I'll have to shed my nerve just to talk to you at all.
But i'll be around, to tell when you're down,
Think of everything to pull you 'round,
And i hope i'm the one to hold you.
Jane you're so far away, I so much wanna say,
but they say that you're weird anyway.
See you on top of them all,
Are you a part of the call or the only one,
I think i'm going to slink out on everyone,
So i see you almost everyday, in the kitchen of my daydream play,
I'll have to get to know you before i can really say,
That i'll be around, to tell when you're down,
Think of everything to pull you 'round,
But i won't be the one to hold you.
Jane you're so far away, I so much wanna say,
But they say that you're weird anyway.
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8. |
COW OVERBOARD (version)
05:09
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GRAMPS Port Fairy, Australia
GRAMPS started in a shed in Port Fairy circa 1995, and progressed to a self-funded album recorded locally in 1998, which gave birth to a wealth of local classics, including 'Glitter-Eyed Girl,' which won Triple J's Unearthed competition for the Warrnambool region. The group disbanded in 99 to pursue other commitments, but are now back 13 years later with their remaining 90s songs on a new record. ... more
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