knock-knock who? - lyrics
nobody's hippie
great crap
my bike
jest's birthday
time to think
the sound of ataris
so nice so smart
for boxer
i'm fine
stink mama
red, white & blue dream
once upon a time
i'm nobody's hippie and the best medicine
is back on track with his taco bell girlfriend
maybe i'll listen to back in black again
and write more letters that i'll never send
and pretend i'm going for a drive
and pretend i'm driving on I-5
and pretend i'm drinking five alive
and soon you will arrive
and say you're my hippie i'll say i'm your hippie
we'll giggle and cuddle and always be happy
we'll never go crazy we'll never feel crappy
we'll never feel crappy we'll always be happy
and you and me will be whirlwinds of danger
we'll crash on our bikes and take candy from strangers
i'll sleep on the top bunk you'll sleep in the manger
the odds always upstage the wager
i'm nobody's hippie and the best medicine's
back in the sack with his burger king girlfriend
maybe i'll play tekken 2 all alone again
hold down select and then laff at big heads
so please be my hippie i'm nobody's hippie
we'll smoke some patchouli our lives will be trippy
i try to be mallory but i'm still skippy
we'll freebase tamari like pat benatari
i'm nobody's hippie and the best medicine
is back on track with his taco bell girlfriend
maybe i'll listen to back in black again
and write more letters that i'll never send
and write more letters that i'll never send
great crap! i stuck my nose in his mouth to smell what he was saying and his words were hooked on chocolate strawberry vanilla isophonic charles in charge cards like neopolitan dianetics loaded with implosives and ready to self deconstruct his aftermath was mustached in the l ron cupboard with the rest of the michael groceries
he is in the air he is everywhere
he is running in place in space and he is smiling
he is a dream that came to me
nothing can erase or replace that face
and so i asked him what i was doing in my mind
and he told me not to waste my time
what happens to the finder once you've found the find
we'll play with ourselves til we go blind
he is in my head his chair's on bread
he is right said fred and brice beckham at the same time
he's the recipe for the perfect friend for me
axl rosehips and richard persimmons in a soothing pot of craig t
gunner half nelson
and so i told him i was losing my mind
he said we're in this together now i lose mine all the time
the feelings steal the findings if the founders are too kind
we'll play with ourselves til we go blind
i see you and me and we are sad as sad could ever be
the past is a corpse and the future is a lie and we cry and we cry and then we die
laffing
some people that i meet defeat the bounds of space and time
i will be a golden girl and you will be a golden guy
and if i threw a party and invited everyone i knew
i will see the biggest gift will be from you
we'll reverse all of the peepholes and look the mirror in the eye
then we'll snip and cut brian bonsall and turn him into jasmine guy
and we'll look up in time to see amy grant sir mix-a-lot the sky
and we'll play with ourselves til we go blind
he is in the air he is everywhere
he is running in place in space and he is smiling
he is a dream that came to me
nothing can erase or replace that face that face that face that face that face
my bike it is broken sit on it and close my eyes
in my mind go for a ride go for a ride inside my mind
in my mind there's nothing broken arms and hearts and wind and strings
i close my eyes and nothing's broken boughs and promises arrows backs and wings
boughs and promises arrows backs and wings
i wish my brother could always be happy
but because he isn't he is strong just like me
he is what i lean on to keep me from collapsing
everyone's relapsing he's the only crutch i need
the only god i need twins get in for free
h'j'pneji
whole truths halfway spoken footnote 20/20 spies
incarcerate parentheses a 50/50 compromise
in my eyes the truth is spoken lying accidentally
mechanisms defenseless a prepositional prophesy
over under around behind and right in front of me
my bike it is broken sit on it and close my eyes
in my mind go for a ride go for a ride inside my mind
my bike it is broken sit on it and close my eyes
in my mind go for a ride go for a ride inside my mind
i wish my brother could always be happy
but because he isn't he is strong just like me
it's your birthday drink your pee take off your shirt day
captain noodle saves the day day
silly little chicken headed super hero laff loud manchild
doesn't need a push today gets to make a wish today
shaneena neeneena nay it's your birthday
twenty five and eleventeen and sometimes people are really mean
they'll stab you in the back and they'll punch you in the eye
they'll spit in your coffee and then laff when you cry
but me i would never purposely hurt you
i might give you a wet willie and a noogie or two
you are my brother from another mother
even when we argue we still love each other
it's your birthday drink your pee take off your shirt day
captain noodle saves the day day
silly little chicken headed super hero laff loud manchild
doesn't need a push today gets to make a wish today
shaneena neeneena nay it's your birthday
eleventeen and twenty five is a super duper long time to be alive
but you and me we've had our fun
think of all the wacky crazy messed up things we've done
like mp2k rock and rollin trying to be nice
singin dancin pissin pants avoiding pubic lice
remember the time we saw kenny g he wanted to hump you
that's what he told me
it's your birthday drink your pee take off your shirt day
captain noodle saves the day day
silly little chicken headed super hero laff loud manchild
doesn't need a push today gets to make a wish today
shaneena neeneena nay shaneena nee nee no nee no baby
shaneena nee nee no nay!
it's your birthday
when they ask me what i need i'll say a capo, a lemonade, a dollar fifty
a big bathtub, prosthetic feet, diana ross' role in mahogany
so i can hang out with billy dee williams, and he can hang out with me
pizza, love, and hominy, grits, peach pits, and songs to sing
more accountability so i can't get away with being mean
shooting stars, dungarees, band aids on both of my knees
a big old house high in the trees, a little shack down by the beach
a motor home with golden keys, an A+ in geography
and lots of time to think, i need more time to think
when they ask me what i've seen i'll say saturn and soliloquies
walden pond, hypocrisy, tetris, and insanity
debt and dope and apathy, ode to joy and pool parties
smooch and run and ancestry, arthur ashe and manatees
sailboats, necessity, lepidopterology
the cave of time, dignity, cirque du soleil and lethargy
surface area, rosaries, fair is fair and billie jean
vonnegut at the university, karmic retribution and bigotry
thyroglossal duct cysts, celibacy, love on the rocks, anonymity
osgood schlatter in my left knee, sad flute solos and decaf tea
silly friends, incontinency, yertle the turtle and hierarchy
do it for johnny, pepsilepsy, powder blue ten speeds and puberty
sylvia plath, conspiracies, bad medicine, karaoke
passing gas, irrelevancy, seize the day and let it be
loving dumb skaters who love pcp, dying and dancing on mtv
close calls and infinity, little kids who look up to me
it's the end of the world as we know it and we didn't start the fire and adam green
i need more time to think, don't you think?
i need more time to think
when they ask me what i need i'll say a capo, a lemonade, a dollar fifty
the sound of ataris kills working class men
who know that they'll never drive fast cars again
heroes are broken the cello is burnt
pictures of babies are covered with dirt
elbows are bleeding the sneakers have holes
decaying rooftops have decaying goals
throw it away set yourself free
run to the ocean don't worry 'bout me
i have lots of friends and the road has no end
and your time is your money and i've got to spend
time on the outside of being removed
from forgotten theories i never proved
i have lots of friends and my life is pretend
and i'll run and i'll run and i won't understand
how my feet stick out the cold desert breeze
and people drink coffee inside redwood trees
renaissance uncles and surgical aunts
have polar fleece cousins in old navy pants
with heroes all published and pianos upgraded
and laptops for hearts that are sharp and serrated
carve me a pawn, carve me a rook
make me the queen of my own storybook
gather some branches and make me a cane
for when it gets hard to support my own weight
i have lots of friends and what's blended will mend
i'm bo peep and my sheep are the dreams i attend
small and unruly and wearing your shirt
pictures of babies are covered with dirt
i have lots of friends and the road is my friend
and my thoughts are all stupider when they don't bend
over and wrap underneath and around
pictures of babies are all underground
dead and they're buried down in the ground
i have lots of friends
i have lots of friends
i have lots of friends
i have lots of friends
the sound of ataris kills me and my friends
'cause we know that we'll never go back there again
sometimes we play playstation
but it's not the same
i was quiet as a mouse
when i snuck into your house
and took roofies with your spouse
in a nit and out a louse
and lice are lousy all the time
they suck your blood drink your wine
say shut up and quit your crying
give it time and you'll be fine
you're so nice and you're so smart
you're such a good friend i hafta break your heart
tell you that i love you then i'll tear your world apart
just pretend i didn't tear your world apart
i like boys with strong convictions
and convicts with perfect diction
underdogs with good intentions
amputees with stamp collections
plywood skinboards ride the ocean
salty noses suntan lotion
always seriously joking
and rambunctiously soft-spoken
i like boys that like their mothers
and i have a thing for brothers
but they always wait til we're under the covers
to say i'm sure glad we're not lovers
you're so nice and you're so smart
you're such a good friend i hafta break your heart
tell you that i love you then i'll tear your world apart
just pretend i didn't tear your world apart
i like my new bunnysuit
i like my new bunnysuit
i like my new bunnysuit
when i wear it i feel cute
flying, sailing, dying, same thing
when you get to heaven find all of my friends there
tell them that i miss them and i'll see them when i'm done here
flying, sailing, dying, same thing
and i think about them almost every single night
sometimes i get so sad and scared i sleep with the lights on
flying, sailing, dying, same thing
i hope you no that losing you's the hardest thing on earth for me
i love you so very much my pretty little kitty
flying, sailing, dying, same thing
sally monelli met milli vanilli
they all got real sick and ran for hillbillies
and beverly clearly told me a story
now i honk for beezus in all of her glory
jesus he came and turned water to wine
i turned it back and now everything's fine
except for the fact that i lost my friend
but the ends justify the means in the end
and i am fine, i'm fine, i'm fine
i am fine, i'm fine, i'm fine
double entendres get lost in the tundra
sometimes i'm lion-o, sometimes i'm mumra
sometimes it's clear and sometimes i don't understand
and i get all wrapped up in the obsessive genes (jeans)
my hand me down mother burst at the seams
and it's no wonder that year after year
little fred savagely drove me to tears
and i am fine, i'm fine, i'm fine
i am fine, i'm fine, i'm fine
milli vanilli met liza minelli
they got really giddy acted all silly
sang me a song i didn't understand
and i started to fly in slow motion
flew to the bottom unplugged the ocean
embossed and frosted and toasted and tanned
with your cock on my sleeve, my heart in your hand
and i am fine, i'm fine, i'm fine
i am fine, i'm fine, i'm fine
sally monelli and milli vanilli
and liza minelli, slaviter maleeni
alyssa milano, vanessa minnillo
all live together under my pillow
and i am fine, i'm fine, i'm fine
i am fine, i'm fine this time around
stink mama (w/ akida dawson)
light as a feather stiff as a board
light as a feather stiff as a board
stink mama come ride my rollercoaster of love
tell me that i'm good (tell me that i'm cute)
light as a feather stiff as a board
light as a feather stiff as a board
stink mama come and ride
sneak into my hospital bed
(sneak into my left shoe
underneath the parachute)
light as a feather stiff as a board (envious feathers)
light as a feather stiff as a board (stiff as a cyborg)
stink mama you're my cyber poster dream girl
(underneath your underneath your wares)
where did it ever go?
(in your hair under there)
light as a feather stiff as a board
light as a feather stiff as a board
stink mama (come around)
stink mama (ooh yeah)
stink mama (ooh baby)
do that to me one more time
count em one time one more time
count them one more time (one more time)
light as a feather stiff as a board
light as a feather stiff as a board
(aaaaaa aaaaaahhh)
(note from kimya: stink mama was written by my brother akida and the recorded version on this album is not nearly as good as his version. he is coming soon to http://www.unicornsounds.com as "junglefoot")
red, white, and blue dream (w/matt rouse)
jimmy would always look out
at all the motorcycles
as they passed him by
in his mama's car
they was going somewhere
not very far
but jimmy just sat in the backseat thinking
one day i'm gonna fly away
fly, fly, fly
red, white, and blue dreams
oh yeah the american dream
on the road
little bobby-ray he saw the way
when his mother tried
to talk to his father
his father turned away
then he'd look out
and he'd see those folks
riding on their bikes
and he saw the love between them
and he knew
jimmy stayed up late at night
thinking about the boys
who tried to start a fight
out on the corner with
their greased back hair
jimmy knew that wasn't the way
gotta help all your brothers and sisters today
get on a motorcycle and fly away
fly, fly, fly away
the american dream
and when he saw hulk hogan on t.v.
he said that big blond man is kinda like me
the american dream
bobby-ray he swore that day
he would never treat a lady
the way his father did
then he started growing out his hair
and he would draw tattoos on his arms
with a ball point pen
'cause he was living the american dream
jimmy made a raft one time
put in on the river down behind his house
he even put handlebars on it
he pretended he was riding down the river
just like his uncle ray
well he made it bout 3 miles down
he heard the sound of his mom's voice sayin
JIMMY JIMMY SUPPERTIME
you gotta grow strong be just like hulk hogan
hulk hogan the american dream machine
red, white, and blue
hulk hogan- american-
real american
dream
once upon a time (w/timmy, ginny, danielle, jack c., adam m., j.t., and hunter)
(note from kimya: the kids that wrote the lyrics to this song were between the ages of 3 and 7 and i will not do them the injustice of trying to decipher their words)