The Presidents of the United States of America


Video Killed The Radio Star

I heard you on my wireless back in '52
Lying awake intent on tuning in on you
If I was young it didn't stop you coming through
Oh-Oh

They took the credit for your second symphony
Rewritten by machine on new technology
And now I understand the supernova scene
Oh-Oh

I met your children
Oh-Oh
What did you tell them?

Video killed the Radio star
Video killed the Radio star

Cause in my mind and in my car
We can't rewind we've gone too far
Woah!

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

And now we meet in an abandoned studio
You hear the playback and it seems so long ago
And you remember the jingles used to go
Oh-Oh

You were the first one
Oh-Oh
You were the last one

Video killed the Radio star
Video killed the Radio star

Cause in my mind and in my car
We can't rewind we've gone too far
Too far!

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Alright!

Video killed the Radio star
Video killed the Radio star

Cause in my mind and in my car
We can't rewind we've gone too far
Pictures came and broke your heart
So put all the blame on VCR

You are the radio star
You are the radio star

Video killed the Radio star
Video killed the Radio star
Video killed the Radio star
Video killed the Radio star
Video killed the Radio star
Video killed the Radio star
Video killed the Radio star
Video killed that Radio star
Yes it did

Peaches

Moving to the country
Gonna eat a lot of peaches
I'm moving to the country
I'm gonna eat me a lot of peaches
I'm moving to the country
I'm gonna eat a lot of peaches
Moving to the country
I'm gonna eat a lot of peaches

Peaches come from a can
They were put there by a man
In a factory downtown

And if I had my little way
I'd eat peaches everyday
Sun-soaked bulges in the shade

Moving to the country
Gonna eat a lot of peaches
I'm moving to the country
I'm gonna eat me a lot of peaches
I'm moving to the country
I'm gonna eat a lot of peaches
Moving to the country
I'm gonna eat a lot of peaches

I took a little nap where the roots all twist
Squished your rotten peach in my fist
And dreamed about you, woman
I poked my finger down inside
Make a little room for an ant to hide
Nature's candy in my hand or can or pie

Millions of peaches
Peaches for me
Millions of peaches
Peaches for free
Millions of peaches
Peaches for me
Millions of peaches
Peaches for free
Look out!

Millions of peaches
Peaches for me
Millions of peaches
Peaches for free
Millions of peaches
Peaches for me
Millions of peaches
Peaches for free
Look out!

Lump Lump sat alone in a boggy marsh
Totally motionless except for her heart
Mud flowed up into Lump's pajamas
She totally confused all the passing piranhas

She's lump
She's lump
She's in my head
She's lump
She's lump
She's lump
She might be dead

Lump lingered last in line for brains
And the one she got was sorta rotten and insane
Small thing so sad that birds could land
Is lump fast asleep or rock'n out with the band?

She's lump
She's lump
She's in my head
She's lump
She's lump
She's lump
She might be dead

Lump was limp and lonely and needed a shove
Lump slipped on a kiss and tumbled into love
She spent her twenties between the sheets
And life limped along at subsonic speeds

She's lump
She's lump
She's in my head
She's lump
She's lump
She's lump
She might be dead

Is this lump out of my head?
I think so
Is this lump out of my head?
I think so
Is this lump out of my head?
I think so
Is this lump out of my head?

I got the lump out of my head


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