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Space Adventure
03:58
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Lady come on now get in my ride
We’re gonna jammy jam up on the inside
C’mon we’ll get on out of this place
Blast right off into outer space
Let it all go n’ leave the world behind
Just do your best and it’ll pay off in kind
Buckle up now stay tuned for the show
Come on everybody now it’s time to go
Well here we are now together in this place
Floatin’ around up in outer space
So what life’s not what you want it to be
Come on now baby take a ride with me
Put aside the future, the present, and past
We’ll set out for adventure that’s sure to last
Check it out now, destination on screen
Warp speed wow everybody scream
Oh yeah, it’s a space adventure!
Transmission on, we are the space tzars,
Buzzing past meteors and quasars,
At the speed of light, yeah you gotta brace,
Seat belts on and baby crank up the bass,
Zipping around yeah we’re feelin free
Gonna shake you on down to your knees
Shoot past stars beam out and back
Brace yourself now for the great impact
Buckle up seatbelts on
Zoom ba boom , and then we’re gone
Look to the left, Look to the right
Get ready for universal flight
Close your eyes, hold your breath
No time to regret
you gotta keep goin’ on goin’ on I’m goin’ on we’re goin’ on
Someone take me on home
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Actin' A Fool
02:59
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Word to yo mother and we’re back again
Go on, step back n tell all yo friends
Hey buddy think you can dance with me?
I’m just hoping you can last till three
In the morning yeah, c'mon don't stop
We’ll pull out moves yeah that just pop
Son I gotta bring something out to light
Ya best watch yourself lest we gon fight
I know you aint sitting there talking smack
Hold up step back lest you wanna get wacked
Don’t go playin’ it all cool
Everyone knows you actin a fool
Hey buddy lemme see ya get down (down! down!)
Bring it down all to the ground (on the ground!)
We gonna match it all pound for pound (ground pound!)
Ch-check it, check this sound
Yo ch-ch-check it son 1-2-3
You know you don’t really wanna start with me
Lemme clean up this fool n show y’all how
Booom! Yeah look at ya now
(gon’ get) tore up from the floor up, straight up sho’ nuff
Bet you came in here thinking you was real tough
Rockin down south we be good ole boys
Runnin' our mouths makin funky noise
But when fists be flying all up in the air kapow!
Y'all go and tell me who got the juice now?
I guess I done told ya a thing or two
Everybody knows ya straight actin a fool
Hey buddy lemme see ya get down (down! down!)
Hang it down all to the ground (on the ground!)
We gonna match it all pound for pound (ground pound!)
Ch-check it, check out this sound
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Like Butter
02:57
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Your face, well nobody likes it
Can you blame them? Oooo its like butter
Open your eyes, little missy
That’s not all, I’m just getting started
Well there’s so many, really little things
That bother me that really shouldn’t
I should just look the other way
It just bugs me and I don’t know why
Why’s it gotta be this way?
Hey! Just wanna say
Who leaves, the seat up after they take a leak
Or worse not use, the fan when they drop one?
Please don’t, squeeze from the middle
Of the toothpaste, it’s really obnoxious
When you finish, a gallon of milk
Throw it away, It’s not really that hard
Nothings worse, than renting a movie
And it’s not, been rewound to the beginning
Listen to me now
Ants are everywhere
Is that what you really want?
Turn the light out
Your face, well nobody likes it
Can you blame them? Ooo it’s like butter
Open your eyes, little missy
That’s not all, I’m just getting started
So now all you see, all the little things
That bother me that really shouldn’t
I should just look the other way
They just bug me and I don’t know
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Here he comes he’s hipster man Jim
Look as we all are just starin’ at him
He’s trendy but rugged, he’s bearded n’ stunk
But watch out cuz he’ll bring the funk
He comes to your house, he borrows your stuff
He gets real mad if you are givin’ him guff
He looks real bad yeah he’s dirty and shakes
Cuz he’s full of lies and snakes
Give him a cheeseburger or maybe some fries
He just wants to be here it’s no surprise
People are everywhere all shapes and size
To make us happy, just give em some pie
Here he comes he’s jerk bag man Jim
Look as we all now upset at him
He just wants to sleep on your couch
But you just want to throw him out
Give him a cheeseburger, or maybe some fries
He just wants to be here it’s no surprise
People are everywhere all shapes and size
To make em happy, just give em some pie
People are everywhere, diversity too
Some are real smelly, not as bad as you
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Too Many Things
04:00
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Every day noon or night I never feel in the right
Cuz something’s always bugging me a terrible plight
See there’s this thing called personal space and you know what they say
Keep at least 12 inches and we’ll be on our way
But that’s a rule I guess people just don’t understand
Especially dealing with people always standing in my way
So I set it all straight lay it out on the line
Step back all y’all folks while I get mine
(p-p-p pow) why can’t people just leave me alone?
(p-p-p pow) cant this inner feeling be made known?
It’s the taste, it’s the smell
Of a space evolution
Of my biding revolution
To get you away from me
(p-p-p pow) why can’t people just leave me alone?
(p-p-p pow) cant this inner feeling be made known?
It’s the taste, it’s the smell
Of a space evolution
Of my biding revolution
That there’s too many things near me
I got to lots of places and I see lots of faces
Of people walking around always making lots of sound
It doesn’t matter where I go there always is a steady flow
A heard, a group, a mass, a bunch of people climbing around yo
It don’t matter what time nor direction that I’m walking
There’s always way too many people around talking
The feeling starts a broilin’ and my mind is a toiling
Of this annoyance to which I cannot control anymore
Tell me what you want from me
And I will, tell you, what you expect to be
So listen up kids cuz this advice is free
You better step back by the count of three
Days will come and days will go
Every time I can take no more
My breaking point is coming my way
And too soon you will hear me say
There’s too many things near me
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The Throbbing Testicles Conway, Arkansas
We are the self proclaimed most awesomest rock band in the history of rockdom! A 5 piece rock funk party thats sure to make you move. From our dancey dance roots to our hard hitting melodies, we're sure to get your party going and your feet a tappin with our catchy hooks and funky beats. ... more
