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Chanson D'Amour.
China Go-Go.
Hey-ho, Ho Chi Min,
Ronald McDonald, Gorby too,
All they want's Big Macs and fries,
M-A-O,
Commies For Christ.
My name is Tricky Ricky,
My name is Paul and I'm the best of all,
1, 2, 3, 4 Your God is a nothing God,
Hey, hey! Commies for Christ.
My God is a vengeful God
God, hey! Commies for Christ.
Take Marx, take Christ, take drugs,
Cosmic Cowboys.
Yippee-I-aye-aye-Basra, Makar.
Yippee-I-aye-aye-Basra, Makar.
Yippee-I-aye-aye Basra, Makar.
Dead Elvis.
You don't move your arms and you don't move your legs,
You're old hound dog's sniffing at your tomb,
I'll bet you're lonesome tonight in your hole in the ground,
You don't move your arms and you don't move your legs,
Dogs.
I fuck dogs, in the park, after dark,
I fuck dogs, I fuck dogs.
He's got bed bugs, ticks and nits when he scratches then I itch.
You'll never be alone if you give the dog a bone.
I fuck dogs, in the park, after dark,
Drugs.
Came to the disco,
Please get outta the toilet my man,
Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee,
Please get outta the toilet my man,
You can find romance,
Please get outta the toilet my man,
The French Song.
I love the French (Bastards!)
The Germans are lovely Tim,
I like to walk along the rue de San Lagare (the Germans are lovely)
He was my friend, a friend,
Let me tell you about my friend, boys.
He was my friend, a friend,
He was a painter, quite artistic he had that suave panache.
He was my friend, a friend,
Kill Yourself.
Tra la la la la
What have you got to live for?
Kill yourself, kill yourself,
Kiss Me You Fool.
And kiss me you fool (kiss him you fool),
You play fair, you're Mayfair, your hotel's on Park Lane,
Touch me you fool (touch him you fool),
For you I'd swim the Ganges, I'd scale the Pyrenees,
Feel me you fool (feel him you fool),
Rat tat tat tat tat.
Jam and croisants,
Each time I hear.
Ratatata,
Chanson D'Amour.
Deng Xiaopeng on the disco floor,
Doing the China go-go.
Deng Xiao and the gang of four,
Doing the China go-go.
Doing the China go-go.
Mao, Mao, Mao, where've you been?
Doing the China go-go.
The little red book's red, white and blue.
Doing the China go-go.
But they won't get these western eyes,
Doing the China go-go.
Oh we really like you.
T-S-E,
Eeeeeek! A mouse!
T-U-N-G,
Gee, your willy's swelling.
MAO, MAO, MAO, Mickey Mao Tse Tung!
My tag's Tall Tim, no need to shout!
I said that's my name, so don't wear it out!
You see me here I'm burning hot,
I'm a juicy hamburger cos I've got the lot.
I've got a bone the size of a Tyrannosaurus Rex,
Only one thing I want your sex!
If the situations sticky then I'm your man,
I've got a plan, I used to be a brickie.
I don't give a damn about what you say,
If you don't like that you'd better walk this way.
Rock it Tricky Ricky gonna rock it to the left,
Rock it Tricky Ricky gonna rock it to the right.
Cos I'm in your face like a can of mace,
I'm a groove lick, love child, king of the verse,
Mess with me Lord you'll leave in a hearse.
Is a mealy mouthed God, is a weak arsed God.
My God is a really tough God, is a straight line God is a good old boy.
Your God drinks peach nectar, eats boiled fruit can't fart out loud.
My God arm wrestled Khruschev, eats meat, farts with pride.
Hammers and sickles and the words not flesh it's steel,
Cos he's the man who carved the lamb and made us feel.
I'm having a sexual fling with the red under my bed,
I drank too much altar wine it's blown off half my head.
Take Marx, take Christ, take drugs,
Take Marx, take Christ, take dr dr dr dr dr drugs.
Is Cecil B. de Mille and kills for the fun of it.
Rep rep repetition! Rep rep repetition!
Yo yo! Your God's been around for too long,
He can't get down he's an aging hippie hippie skippy skippy.
Tch tch tch tch tch tch tch tch tch tch!
Go get some long knives to carve up these loaves and fishes,
Support the cause or else someone could get vicious.
Commies for Christs sake, for Christs sake, for Christs sake,
Cos he's the word you've heard the truth, the light, the way.
My God ain't risen cos he's sleeping in today.
Take Marx, take Christ, take drugs.
Jesus rocks the Kremlin baby,
Commies for C C C CC CC Coca Cola, AMEN!
It's written in blood,
In the Book of Revelations.
A passage that predicts,
The fate of all nations.
Chapter 12, verse 5,
Speaks of the comet,
That sets the world on fire.
She goes up like a junk-heap,
There's flames across the sky,
Eight miles high.
If you listen to the wind,
You can hear the angels cry.
Yippee-I-oh-oh-Basra, Makar.
We are the cosmic cowboys of doom,
(HEY-AR, HEY-AR)
Riding high in the saddle of a B-52,
We've got the wind at our tail we can't lose.
Don't stop us or we're bound to drop the bomb,
Don't stop us or we're bound to drop the bomb.
Yippee-I-oh-oh Basra, Makar.
The triple breasted whore,
The mother of abomination,
Gives suck to the Antichrist,
To destroy the twelve foundations.
The bride wears a gas mask,
The groom is De Golem.
While the seventh seal has broken,
And Jerusalem has fallen.
We're wretched and miserable,
Poor, blind and naked,
If the Lord God had patience perhaps he could have waited.
Yippee-I-oh-oh- Basra, Makar.
We are the three horsemen of the Apocalypse,
With the blood of the prophets fresh on our lips.
I'm Famine, I'm Death, and I'm Pestilence.
With the wind at out tails we can't lose,
Don't stop us or we're gonna drop the bomb.
Yippee-I-aye-aye-Basra-Makar.
Yippee-I-oh-oh-Basra-Makar.
Yippee-I-aye-aye-Basra-Makar.
Yippee-I-oh-oh-Basra-Makar.
Yippee-I-aye-aye-Basra-Makar.
Yippee-I-oh-oh-Basra-Makar.
Yippee-I-aye-aye-Basra-Makar.
Yippee-I-oh-oh-Basra-Makar.
I was floating through the cemetery late last night,
When I saw a ghost who was out of sight.
He said 'Down in the graveyard there's a party going on,
So get down, get down, six feet and sing a spiritual song.
Everyone's invited, we would be delighted,
If you'd grab your favorite corpse and come along.'
You just do the do the dead Elvis.
You don't grind your pelvis,
It's the dance of the dead,
C'mon and do the do the dead Elvis.
Trying to find a bone that ain't been consumed.
You can't jailhouse rock in your blue suede shoes,
When you do do do the dead Elvis.
Old Shep's so shook up that he pissed on your crown.
No one's crying in the chapel, get wise, get hip,
There's some pretty heavy shit going down- YOU'RE IT!
Priscilla was delighted, all Dallas was invited,
To poke fun at your corpse and kick your dog.
You just do the do the dead Elvis.
It was a terrible day when you had your cardiac arrest,
They tried to find your heart but couldn't cut through the flesh.
You can't Viva Las Vegas when there's no viva left,
C'mon and do do do the dead Elvis.
This is one of the most beautiful songs we've ever had the pleasure of doing in the twenty seven years of
the Doug Anthony All Stars. You get as much out of this song as you put into it.
When the moon is up high in the sky.
The Great Dane is too tall,
Chihuahuas are too small.
But the dog that I like to quell lonely nights,
Well the dachshund is best of all.
Because he is longer than he's thin,
He love's to let me in.
His eyes fill with love, he fits like a glove.
And that's why he is man's best friend.
We all fuck dogs in the park.
She fucks dogs, She fucks dogs,
We all fuck dogs in the park.
But the kennel is cramped and though he's a scamp,
Life with a dog is a bitch.
I'm not weird we don't kiss.
But the problem is this - his bark woof woof woof woof woof woof
Is worse than his bite.
When the moon is up high in the sky.
And I'm not proud.
Please get outta the toilet my man,
Hell no I'm doing drugs.
Please get outta the toilet my man,
No no let me do my drugs.
With half a gram of go go cut with baking soda.
Saw my girl with the one kiss curl,
She's a pusher I think you'd know her.
Found my straw,
Found my store,
Now just give me a few minutes more.
Hell no I'm doing drugs.
Please get outta the toilet my man,
No no let me do my drugs.
There's a mushroom growing inside of me.
Pill makes you big, pill makes you small,
You're so tiny, I'm so tall.
Who are you? Don't you ask,
You're just a pain in the looking glass.
Hell no I'm doing drugs.
Please get outta the toilet my man,
No no let me do my drugs.
Piss in your pants
Let's leave it up to fate baby.
You're a drunken bore,
So let's lock the door
Let me get this line straight.
I've been waiting all night to powder my nose,
Lord don't stop me,
There she blows!
Hell no I'm doing drugs.
Please get outta the toilet my man,
No no let me do my drugs.
I love the French!
I like to walk along the rue de San Lagare,
Where man can live and love without a care.
I fill my lungs with air that's fresh and clear,
Then I like to walk along the rue de San Lagare.
I like to stroll (he likes to stroll)
Along the Centre de Pompidou.
The Carapel (the Eiffel Tower) comes sweeping into view.
The mademoiselles (lovely ladies),
All say "Bonjour Miseur,
I'd like to walk with you along the Cote d'Azur."
Even though they're arrogant.
They laugh aloud when you order a croissant,
They come over here and for it we won't forgive 'em.
First they steal our jobs,
And then they steal our women... and our bloody men.... and our cattle dogs.
But they are always starting wars.
The English are fine Paul,
Yes Rich, but they're miserable bores.
The Dutch are Dutch,
And I believe that says it all.
The Swiss like bank accountants,
Having all of their cash on call.
The Greeks I like,
But they give me this nasty rash.
Swedes sounds like stewed vegetable mash.
The Portuguese all pluck the hair behind their knees.
Australians are weird because they've got gigantic heads.
Where man can live and love without a care (but they're always starting wars).
I fill my lungs with air that's fresh and clear (the English are fine),
Then I like to walk along the rue de San Lagare.
He's nearly finished,
I really, really love the French.
He's nearly finished,
I really, really love the French.
He's such a dickhead,
He's nearly finished,
I really, really love the French.
He's nearly finished,
I said I really, Lord I really, really love the French.
Friends.
He was quiet, he was shy a stay-at-home sort of guy.
Someone you'd trust your sister with he had a twinkle in his eye.
But they said he was psychotic,
They called him psychotically disturbed.
They said he was mentally unbalanced.
They called him a schizophrenic mass murderer
With severe fractious personality disorders.
They used their jargonistic words so he killed and mutilated.
Served his victim on a tray but Dennis Nielson was my friend, OKAY?
Tuesday nights we'd go out bowling and he'd blow those pins to hell
He'd watch what he'd eat and it watched him as well.
We can all be friends.
If we just let this little hurt between us mend.
I met him at the circus he was hiding in the dark.
Pulling funny faces, making people laugh.
But they say he was a freak, they say he was genetically deformed.
They should have sold his body to science the minute he was born.
But he'd just smile and say: "(slurp! slurp!) I think you've all been very kind."
Yes, yes, John Merrick, the elephant man was a friend of mine.
And we'd all go out on blind dates hessian bags over our heads.
He never slept like normal kids, no, we'd sit straight up in bed.
We can all be friends.
If we just let this little hurt between us mend.
A tasteful brown shirt, a cute toothbrush moustache.
He loved his German Shepherd and walking by the babbling brook.
And watching blond haired, blue eyed children setting fire to their books.
Yet they say he was a monster, the leader of the Reich
But Adolf Hitler he was my friend. Alright? Alright!
And he loved to go out dancing, really dug the human league.
And that song by Alice Cooper "Only Women Bleed".
We can all be friends.
If we just let this little hurt between us mend.
You failed at school, your family hates you.
You can't tongue kiss, your girlfriend's left you.
You're boring and lame, you're no good at sport.
You'll always be alone, people think you're strange.
But you know there's one way to go.
Kill yourself, kill yourself,
Kill yourself, kill yourself,
Take the trip to hell.
C'mon kids commit suicide,
C'mon kids commit suicide,
Buy a ticket on a one way ride,
C'mon kids commit suicide.
You're nowhere, you're no-one, you're nothing.
That'll teach 'em for putting you down,
Now they're sorry for messing you 'round,
Your ex is crying she said you wouldn't do it,
You were the best now you've proved it yeah.
Kill yourself, kill yourself,
Take the trip to hell.
C'mon kids commit suicide,
C'mon kids commit suicide,
Buy a ticket on a one way ride,
C'mon kids commit suicide.
You've been flirting like crazy since I walked in through the door,
You were so damn obvious I almost licked the floor.
And though you're not attractive, there's still something that appeals
Like a baby seal with it's head caved in, or eating jellied eels.
Please don't turn away now, you know exactly who you are,
Could it be that you smell the scent of a minor megastar.
Now's your chance, let's not dance, let's really get it on.
Come on and kiss me you fool (kiss him you fool).
You're not stupid, just kiss me stupid, and kiss me.
Your waterworks are wonderful, oh how can I explain.
That to me you're more than cute, you're no Trivial Pursuit.
You're the one I'd go to jail for, the one that I'd post bail for,
I won't pass Go if you say no, give me the chance to play or
Come on and touch me you fool (touch him you fool).
I know you're shy, forget that guy, and touch me.
I'd wade through vats of leeches in the nude just as a tease.
I'd open up my heart for you, and various other things,
Your eyes are so inviting, your lips are so exciting.
Come on let's play, don't run away, I need you so, it's frightening.
Come on and feel me you fool (feel him you fool).
Oh, it would be bliss, get a grip (a grip) on this, and feel me.