PT-boat on the way to Havana
I used to make a living, man
Pickin’ the banana.
Now I’m a guide for the CIA
Hooray for the USA!

Baby, baby, make me a loco
Baby, baby, make me a mambo.

Sent to spy on a Cuban talent show
First stop - Havana au go-go
I used to make a living, man
Pickin’ the banana
Hooray for Havana!

Baby, baby, make me a loco
Baby, baby, make me a mambo.

Hustle, bustle, and, so much muscle
Cells about to separate
Now I find it hard to concentrate
And, temporary this
Cash and carry ‘em
Stepping up to indicate
The time has come to deviate

And, all I want is for you to be happy
And, take this moment to make you my family
And, finally you have found something perfect
And, finally you have found…

Death defying this
Mess I’m buying its
Raining down with love and hate
Now, I find it hard to motivate

And, estuary is, blessed but scary
Heart’s about to palpitate
Now, I’m not about to hesitate
And, want to treasure the rest of your days here
And, give you pleasure in so many ways dear

And, finally you have found something perfect
And, finally you have found…
(Here we go)

Do you want me to show up for duty?
And, serve this woman, and all of her beauty

And, finally you have found something perfect
And, finally you have found…

Yourself… with me, will
You, agree to take this man
Into your world
And now, we are as one

My lone ranger
The, heat-exchanger
Is, living in this figure eight
Now I do my best to recreate
And, sweet precision
And, soft collision
Heart’s about to palpitate
Now I find it hard to separate

And, all I want is for you to be happy
And, take this woman and make you my family
And, finally you have found someone perfect
And, finally you have found…

All I want is for you to be happy
And, take this woman and make you my family
And, finally you have found someone perfect
And, finally you have found…

Yourself

I’m the man, i’m the king
I’m the one thats pure inside
Everyday, Everyway
I smell of suicide
Bitter sins how they grow within
So you tell me it ain’t right
I am all sins and you’re my reason for life

I will stone you, stone you
Wrap my arms around you
I will stone you, stone you
My little halo

I’m the man, I’m the king
I’m the one that’s broken from giving
Everday, everyway
I swear just one last try
Killing me with the death to be
Something that’s so right
I am all sins, my hands are scarred with time

I will stone you, stone you
wrap my arms around you
I will stone you, stone you
My little halo

I’m the man with the rock in his hand,got
the rock in my hand gonna stone you stone you

About this planet, there is something I know
There’s a very big difference between above and below
A friend foe, or bro, leave your body on the floor
Let your spirit fly away like the soul of a crow

Here, above land, man has laid his plan
And yes, it does include the Ku Klux Klan
We got a government so twisted and bent
Bombs, tanks and guns is how our money is spent
We got V.D., heroin, greed and prostitution
Tension, aggravation, L. Ron Hubbard solution
Not to mention hard-core chemical pollution
If you think you’re just away, you’re in a mental institution
And that’s a heart felt shame
‘Cos everyone’s crazy, everyone’s the same
So, why should only Larry, Curly and Moe be to blame?

Time now to take you to a different place
Where peace lovin’ whales flow through liquid outer space
A groovin’ and a gliddin’ as graceful as lace
A never losing touch with the ocean’s embrace
Diviner than the dolphin, that there is none
‘Cause dolphins just-a like to have a lot of fun
No one tells ‘em how their life is run
And no one points at them with a gun
They have a lot of love for every living creature
The smile of a dolphin is a built in feature
They be movin’ in schools but everyone’s the teacher
Someday mister dolphin, I know I’m go’n to meet you

Back to the land of the police man
Where he does whatever he says he can
Including hating you because you’re a Jew
Or beating black ass, that’s nothing new
Trigger happy cops, they just like to brawl
They use guns, clubs, gas, but that’s not all
They got puke, ridden prisons and sex sick jails
Fuck the poor, if you’re rich you pay the bail
So support your police, support your local wars
That’s the way to open economic doors
Why do we do it? ‘Cause the president’s a whore
We assume the position to sell the ammunition
What the fuck? It’s the american tradition
Along with going fishin’ apple pies in the kitchen
Isn’t it bitchin’ seeing dead men in ditches?

indeed it may seem
that we have strange ways
but we do it with compassion
and don’t believe in age
travel round the world
gettin naked on the stage
bustin people out of
their everyday cage
we like to think
we make a sad man happy
and we like to make proud
our mammy and our pappy
funky young kings
we sing of truth and soul
we’re the modern day braves
with one strong hold
through the world of song
our boldness is exposed
i’m talkin bout my buddy
funk it up fishbone

good
good time boys
make
me feel good
give
me good times
yea yea yea yea

good
good time boys
make
me feel good
give
me good times
yea yea yea yea

our devotion to emotion
is more than evident
to the minds that are open
it’s you we represent
we hope you have enjoyed
the time that you have spent
one day the good time boys
might just be president
like a pack of mad hatters
who come from outer space
our swinging’s gonna shatter
every stone cold face
now you may not know
the exact reason why
a band commands attention
from the mountains and the sky
makin more that money
more than money can buy
i stop and take a listen
to the monster’s try

good
good time boys
make
me feel good
give
me good times
yea yea yea yea

good
good time boys
make
me feel good
give
me good times
yea yea yea yea

if you don’t believe me
you can ask john doe
’cause his heart is made of glory
and his voice is made of gold
he’ll tell you in a minute
about the men he knows
he’ll tell you bout the band
called fire hose
to those of you who doubt
the nature of our spirit
we play it out loud
for everyone to hear it
building up our brains
with the supernatural powers
we take it from the trees
and the mighty watts towers
aim the flame of freedom
at the lames and sours
we’re the best of the west
and the west is ours

good
good time boys
make
me feel good
give
me good times
yea yea yea yea

good
good time boys
make
me feel good
give
me good times
yea yea yea yea

good
good time boys
make
me feel good
give
me good times
yea yea yea yea

good
good time boys
make
me feel good
give
me good times
yea yea yea yea

Some people say you hate me,
I don’t believe it’s true, things that you’re going through
Some people say you hate me,
I don’t believe it’s you, things that you’re going through,
Some people sad I pray for,
No one you want to live, the eyes that once were his
Some people sad I pray for,
The way you want to live, the eyes you want to give

Some people say you played me,
I don’t care if it’s true, I’m waiting here for you,
Some people say you made it,
I’m not afraid to know, when things are getting low
Some people say you hate me,
I don’t believe it’s true, things that you’re going through
Some people say you hate me,
I don’t believe it’s you, things that you’re going through

What I’ve got you’ve got to give it to your mamma
What I’ve got you’ve got to give it to your pappa
What I’ve got you’ve got to give it to your daughter
You do a little dance and then you drink a little water

What I’ve got you’ve got to get it put it in you (x3)
Reeling with the feeling don’t stop continue

I realize I don’t want to be a miser
Confide wisely you’ll be the wiser
Young blood is the lovin’ upriser
How come everybody wanna keep it like the kaiser

Give it away give it away give it away now (x3)
I can’t tell if I’m a kingpin or a pauper

Greedy little people in a sea of distress
Keep your more to receive your less
Unimpressed by material excess
Love is free love me say hell yes

Low brow but I rock a little know how
No time for the piggies or the hoosegow
Get smart get down with the pow wow
Never been a better time than right now

Bob Marley poet and a prophet
Bob Marley taught me how to off it
Bob Marley walkin’ like he talk it
Goodness me can’t you see I’m gonna cough it

Give it away give it away give it away now (x6)
I can’t tell if I’m a kingpin or a pauper

Lucky me swimmin’ in my ability
Dancin’ down on life with agility
Come and drink it up from my fertility
Blessed with a bucket of lucky mobility

My mom I love her cuz she love me
Long gone are the times when she scrub me
Feelin’ good my brother gonna hug me
Drink up my juice young love chug-a-lug me

There’s a river born to be a giver
Keep you warm won’t let you shiver
His heart is never gonna wither
Come on everybody time to deliver

Give it away give it away give it away now (x3)
I can’t tell iff I’m a king pin or a pauper

What I’ve got you’ve got to give it to your mamma
What I’ve got you’ve got to give it to your pappa
What I’ve got you’ve got to give it to your daughter
You do a little dance and then you drink a little water

What I’ve got you’ve got to get it put it in you (x3)
Reeling with the feeling don’t stop continue

I realize I don’t want to be a miser
confide with Sly you’ll be the wiser
Young blood is the lovin’ upriser
How come everybody wanna keep it like the kaiser

Give it away give it away give it away now (x4)
Give it away now (x20)

Get up and jump, get up and jump, get up, get up, get up and jump
Jump on up
Jump on down
Just jump a jump a jump a jump a jump around
Jump the day away
Jump all over town
‘Cause jumpin’ is okay in a jumpin’ kinda way, ghey ghey!

Jump a boy
Jump a girl
Jump a rope
Jump for joy
Just don’t stop jumpin’
Keep your heart muscle pumpin’
Hillel be jumpin’ on that little baby frumpkin
Say what, You got a pumpkin in your pants?

When you’re just standing or sitting still
Think about the frogs gettin’ a thrill
Take a little lesson from the kangaroos
Don’t you know they’re jumpin’ foos, jump you!

Jump a nun
Jump a Jack
Jump for fun
Jump back
How’s about us jumpin’ in the sack?
And now, it’s time for a jump attack

Get up and jump
Get up and jump
Get up and jump
Get up and jump
Get up and jump
Get up and jump
Get up and jump
Get up and jump

Jam Bob, Jim Bob, Slim Bob Boogie
To the tune of slima Billy
Lookin’ like you’re mighty silly
Say what, You got a pumpkin in your pants?
Say what, You got a pumpkin in your pants?

Mister Mexican jumpin’ bean knows
His fun is skeaky clean
Christ, how’d ya think that he got so clean?
Not from sittin’ on his goddamn spleen. Get up!

Oh, I be jumpin’ I be jumpin’ I be jumpin’ alone
I be jumpin’ for the phone
I be jumpin’ Misses Jones
I really wanna jump on Kinski’s bones

Get up and jump
Get up and jump
Get up and jump
Get up and jump
Get up and jump
Get up and jump
Get up and jump
Get up and jump

Get up and hump
Get up and hump
Get up and hump
Get up and bump
Get up and bump
Get up and bump
Get up and stump
Get up and plump

Jam Bob, Jim Bob, Slim Bob Boogiewoogie
To the tune of slam my Willy
Lookin’ like you’re mighty killy
Gay what, You got a pumpkin in your pants?
Gay what, You got a pumpkin in your pants?

Get on Top Get on Top

Hit me come get me I bite but she bit me

Go-rilla Cunt-illa
Sammy D and Salmonella
Come with me ‘cause I’m an ass killer
You’re ill but I’m iller

I’ll malinger on your block and
Give the finger to a cop and
Pick a lock before I’ll knock and
Set you up to get on top

Complications of a mastermind
Last temptation of my kind
Extra planetary sign
When do we align
All in time
Right on

Get up and come sit up I light up but she lit it

Grass Hopper Show Stopper
The life of a Wife Swapper
Come with me ‘cause I’m a big bopper
You do but I wopper

Exterminate my cause
You want to draw some straws
Be the one to see my flaws
Make me bleed with painted claws

Complications of a mastermind
Last temptation of my kind
Extra planetary sign
When do we align
All in time
Right on

Get on Top Get on Top

Hit me come get me I bite but she bit me

Speed Baller Rhodes Scholar
Bottom Bitch and a Bottom Dollar
come with me ‘cause I’m a free faller
you hoot but I holler

I’ll malinger on your block and
Give the finger to a cop and
Pick a lock before I’ll knock and
Set you up to get on top

Get on Top
Get on Top
Get on Top

It must have been your funny face
It must have been your laugh
It must have been your paper chase that
Wasn’t quite enough

It must have been your tiny dance that
Made me laugh out loud
Must have been your angel dust that
Put me on your cloud

You’re the reason why…..
You’re the reason I…..

It must have been your love
It must have been your love….. I said
It must have been your love….. In a little bit…..
It must have been your love

It must have been your poppy eyes
That made me step outside
It must have been the sight of tears that
Let me know I cried

It must have been your bunny shake
It must have been your love
A lot of girls won’t come around they
Treat me like a wolf

It must have been your love
It must have been your love….. I said
It must have been your love….. I gotta get that
It must have been your love

You’re my angel baby
You’re my darling
You’re my star
Lo lo lo lolita
Let her see me deep in love

You’re the reason why…..
You’re the reason I…..

It must have been your love
It must have been your love….. now
It must have been your love…..
It must have been your love

You’re my angel baby
You’re my darling
You’re my star
Lo lo lo lolita
Let her see me deep in love

I’ve started eyes in a crooked frown
Make more of life, just settle down
Every single little princess needs a crown
Make more of life, just settle down