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Adult Children
03:05
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Adult Children
we live on styrofoam and plastic
and gasoline up to the gills
but when petroleum gets costly
we petition capitol hill
we join the union when we're eighteen
and sleep away half of the day
but with the Chinese exporting
we toss our hands up and complain
ichi-kichi-kichi-coo waa-waa
ichi-kichi-kichi-ca waa-waa
I wanna bottle and a diaper
don't wanna face up to the real world
boo-hoo
we're eating hamburgers and frosties
and jelly donuts, too
and if we get a little hefty
we're gonna lawyer up and sue
we get all sniffly and weepy
with post traumatic stress nerves
we call the therapist, pleading
to kiss the booboo where it hurts
ichi-kichi-kichi-coo waa-waa
ichi-kichi-kichi-ca waa-waa
I wanna pluggles and a lamby
singing the baby's blues boo-hoo
I'm going down, going down, going down, going down
into the repressed memories of my childhood
my daddy can't make me rake the leaves
I wanna play my nintendo!
I wanna juice box!
no no, daddy, no!
we are the latest generation
of happy indolent youth
we got a house, wife and children
but sucking binkies till we're blue
ichi-kichi-kichi-coo waa-waa
ichi-kichi-kichi-ca waa-waa
I wanna bottle and a blankie
don't wanna grow up like you
ichi-kichi-kichi-coo waa-waa
ichi-kichi-kichi-ca waa-waa
I wanna bottle and a diaper
don't wanna face up to the real world
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Speekie Engrish
03:29
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3. |
Henry Kissinger
03:18
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Henry Kissinger
He was a goose-stepping son of a fräulein
Until he hooked up with the third reich
Then he switched sides and became a GI
The doughboy of intelligentsiae
Lobbing pineapples and diatribes on the state
He was the flowering of evil genius
The ends achieved would justify to deceive us
Picking fights with slanty-eyed GI Joes
Communistas set to be overthrown
Brass-balled real politico on the make
Henry Kissinger was the president's messenger
Throwing his weight down every avenue
Henry the riddler was a five star semaphore
Riding to war on his republican mule
When he reached the inner circle of secrets
He betrayed his masonic allegience
Sticking pins in hoover's voodoo dolls
All the chicks were terribly enthralled
With his super-sized mystical balls on display
Henry Kissinger was a tight rope walker
Threading the needle between lies and truth
Heinrich the riddler was a statecraft conjurer
Casting his spells all over me and you
He wasn't fearful at all
Necessarily brash
With an ego the size of a whale
Don't underestimate the sins of your leaders
Or you'll be singing songs of slavery later
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Little Hitlers
03:20
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Sumerian Proletarian
04:52
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SUMERIAN PROLETARIAN
we are the gods
people are the gods
we are the people
we are the gods
never eat the yak
the yak is our brother
never eat your brother
never eat the yak
never beat the camel
the camel is our sister
never beat your sister
never beat the camel
we are the gods
people are the gods
we are the people
we are the gods
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Saint Martha
04:11
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Saint Martha
Saint Martha was heavy in every way
Cook a souffle
Some calls and some puts would round out her day
Saint Martha was bitter as vinaigrette
Powerful, yet
Without a love she still felt bereft
Then one day the desert it bloomed to sunday
He would shoot her a glance at her
thread count fetish
thread count fetish
thread count fetish
Rich Martha was smoother than Bob Goulet
Why did she stray?
Turning pastry tricks for an equity play
Dead set on her head on a platter flambe'
The inquisitors blamed her for
thread count fetish
thread count fetish
thread count fetish
Brave Martha would suffer to be alone
Took up her throne
Her chows by her side
thread count fetish
thread count fetish
thread count fetish
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Ben Sommer Boston, Massachusetts
I am a composer, performer, and writer. I’m also a pent-up curmudgeon. I vent on political and economic matters in both my writing and my music. bensommer.com/bio
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