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Mine All Mine
02:14
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Girl do you see that alligator?
Well that’s a famous alligator.
He’s gonna shake his money maker,
and what it makes is mine all mine.
But he’s a wild alligator,
and so I need to ask a favor—
you help me now, I’ll help you later.
Go take the gator and recline.
You got the bottom and the bustle—
it works much better than my muscle—
‘cuz what I’m gonna do is hustle
to get the alligator’s shine.
Just like a bug in the sand,
he’s in the palm of my hand,
my every wish his command—
I’ll make him mine all mine…
I’m gonna lead him around,
I’m gonna take him to town,
and I’ll be shakin’ him down—
I’m gonna get that shine!
So here’s a little motivator—
some money now, some money later.
So go and shake your money maker,
and make that alligator mine.
Just make the gator mine all mine.
All mine all mine all mine all mine
all mine all mine all mine all mine.
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2. |
Sweet Pussy
02:31
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I got you right where I want you—down there on your knees.
My name is Sweet Pussy—you’ll find out what that means.
They say that you’re a big star, and you got a big shine,
but I’m a black widow baby, and it’s about suppertime!
I think you’re mine. Oh I think, yeah I really think you’re mine.
Like a bursting tomato that’s still on the vine,
I really feel something for you and that glorious shine—
more intoxicating than a bucket of wine—
and I’m a raging volcano, and you’re looking divine!
I think you’re mine. Oh I think, yeah I really think you’re mine.
The fat man says he owns you, and you think you’re free,
but like a moth to a candle, you are floating to me.
And as the moon in the heavens is pulling the tide,
you’d better strap yourself in boy, ‘cuz you’re taking a ride!
I think you’re mine! I think you’re mine! I think you’re mine! Mine! Mine!
I think you’re mine! I think you’re mine! I think you’re mine! Mine! Mine!
I think you’re mine! I think you’re mine! I think you’re mine! Mine! Mine!
I think you’re mine! I think you’re mine! I think you’re mine! Mine! Mine!
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3. |
I Need A Raise
01:59
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I need a raise.
I need a raise.
Been zipped up
in this ridiculous costume
for 99 days.
Don’t want no more chains,
and the question remains:
Is it worth it to do what I do
for what the man pays?
I’ve been
cheered and applauded,
then caged up and prodded,
been boiling over for days.
I need a raise!
The calliope plays,
and the customer pays.
But the fat man
is stealing the golden eggs
that the goose lays.
Better open this cage,
‘cuz I’m in a rage!
and the longer I stew here
the more that
my self-control frays.
I’ve been thinking about it
and no doubt about it ,
something around here must change.
I need a raise! I need a raise!
I need a raise! I need a raise!
AND WE WANT A RAISE TOO!
WE WANT A RAISE TOO!
WE WANT A RAISE TOO!
WE WANT A RAISE TOO!
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4. |
Kick the Can
02:06
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No one ever talked back to the man before.
No one ever raised a hand before.
No one ever took a stand before.
No one ever kicked the can before.
See the audience, they’re getting riled.
Normal protocol has been defiled.
Imaginations will be running wild.
Revolution’s coming back in style.
OO OO OO
are you gonna kick the can?
OO OO OO
are you gonna kick the can?
The fortune teller one day read my thumb.
It told her that one day someone would come
to make a wave in equilibrium,
and we would ride it out into freedom.
OO OO OO are you gonna kick the can?
OO OO OO are you gonna kick the can?
OO OO OO are you gonna kick the can?
OO OO OO are you gonna kick the can?
Are you the one who’s gonna kick the can?
Are you the one that’s gonna stop the man?
Are you the one which gonna take my hand?
And do you have directions to the promised land?
Are you the one who’s gonna kick the can?
OO OO OO
are you gonna kick the can?
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5. |
Flight of the Alligator
02:41
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The canyon is a mile wide,
and the ramp reaches into the sky.
Now everyone come watch me fly,
then I’ll be standing on the other side.
And I will be the only one
to have done what could not be done.
And I will have the love of everyone,
and finally I’ll have some fun.
They’re gonna put my picture on a shirt!
Now I’m at the top of the slide,
and I must admit I’m terrified—
but when there is a death defied
then there is glory on the other side.
So I imagine us a Sunday ride,
and all the bunnies safe inside,
and then the wheels start to glide,
and so begins the wild ride.
And the crowd says OO OO OO OO
thirty seconds in the sky—
life is flashed before my eyes.
And as I reapproach the earth,
I wonder if this was unwise—
but what if I had never planned?
And what if I had never tried?
And as I rise and wave my hand,
they go crazy on the other side.
They’re gonna put my picture on a shirt!
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6. |
Muskrat Love
03:01
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Danger ride,
every sensation magnified.
The tightest knot that was ever tied,
and it never came undone.
It tried to hide,
buried deep under stubborn pride for seven years,
but it never died,
the poor neglected muskrat love.
It won’t make any difference,
no matter what you say.
The proof is in the pudding and the play.
But you were breathing fire
and I just got in the way.
Well I hope that things are different today.
Yeah, I hope that things are different today.
I had a dream that your eyes shot a laser beam
straight through my heart and as I screamed,
the hole was filling up with love.
I guess this must be muskrat love.
I guess this must be.
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7. |
Lunacy
02:43
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A dirty Santa chugging egg nog,
he made the princess lick the bullfrog.
He laid her down upon the fan seat,
and nine months later there was Nancy.
Raised in the rubble of a castle,
touched by her uncle what an asshole.
Her love got stirred into her hatred.
Her innocence evaporated.
Don’t you ever learn a lesson?
No no no no no no.
Don’t you ever learn a lesson?
No no no no no no
A rotten apple dipped in caramel.
A sneaky demon with a girl-smell.
She was a beauty with a dark soul.
She through your flowers in the shit-hole.
She turned love letters into satire,
held you out above a hell-fire.
She rubbed your nose into the dog mess.
All you remember is the sweetness.
Don’t you ever learn a lesson?
No no no no no no.
Don’t you ever learn a lesson?
No no no no no no
If you are feeling sad and lonely,
you might get skewered by the queen bee.
If you inherit Santa’s legacy,
then you’ll be suffering vaginacy.
Oh! The lunacy!
Oh! The lunacy!
Oh! The lunacy!
Oh! The lunacy!
Don’t you ever learn a lesson?
No no no no no no.
Don’t you ever learn a lesson?
No no no no no no
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8. |
Round Sum
02:55
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Seen you around some.
Seen you astound some.
Told me I’m handsome…
Held me for ransom.
I get a round sum.
I get a round sum.
I get a round sum.
I get a round sum.
Stuck in the shallows,
in hippie hollows,
in muddy waters
with preachers’ daughters.
I get around some.
I get around some.
I get around some.
I get around some.
Seen you around some.
You think I’m handsome.
Held me for ransom…
Made me a phantom!
Hiding in shadows,
down in the cellar.
Lost in the pillows...
Up on a pillar.
I get around some.
Seen you around some.
You get around some.
You get a round sum.
And I don’t want to see you around anymore.
No I don’t want to see anymore.
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9. |
Golden Goose
02:12
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The news is spreading
like wings extending,
golden egg laying
this goose is growing
You’ll offer anything
but I don’t need anything
Got two of everything
I’m king of everything
I take what I want
and I keep what I got
and I’m riding the goose
and it just keeps on laying
You’re on your way down
to the bad side of town,
get used to it now ‘cause that’s where you’ll be staying
cameras flashing…
the crowd’s expanding--
it’s super-sizing,
not so surprising.
this gator’s greater than
the grandest master plan.
The goose gargantuan—
bigger than superman.
I take what I want
and I keep what I got
and I’m riding the goose
and it just keeps on laying
You’re on your way down
to the bad side of town,
get used to it now ‘cause that’s where you’ll be staying
Now I’m gonna tell you what I’m gonna do: (4 times)
Gonna keep on riding the golden goose! (4 times)
Because I take what I want,
I take what I want,
I take what I want,
Don’t forget it!
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10. |
Fairy Godfather
01:35
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11. |
22R
02:19
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A spider-crack across the windshield glass.
It’s dented, yeah, but it’s got lots of class.
Some duct tape is covering the rust holes.
The bumper’s crumbling to dust, oh.
But it don’t matter what it looks like,
‘cause it’s the captain of the turnpike.
Screams down the highway like a warplane,
all loaded up just like a frieght train.
And I love my car, its got a 22R
I love my car its got a 22R
just keep the fluids up and it’ll run forever
and it’s easy to work on a 22R.
I love my car, its got a 22R.
Drove it from Burlington to Austin,
to Montreal, New York, and Boston,
to Nova Scotia on vacation,
and all around the Viking nation.
Each destination is a conquest.
I’m driving off into the sunset.
And everywhere, wherever I go,
it’s rockin’ rock n’ rollin’ radio
and I’m an American
rock n’ roll star
I’m an American rock n’ roll star
born in California
Live Free or Die
and I’ll play this guitar
until the day that I die
And I love my car–
it’s got a 22R!
Alright!
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12. |
See You on the Bottom
03:16
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The Salmon eats the shiner,
the shiner eats the plants.
The coyote eats the cat that eats the bird that eats the ants.
The mosquito eats us all
no matter who or what we are,
and each mosquito bite will leave a tiny scar.
You started like a candle,
now the flames are getting higher.
You’re really catching on and soon you’ll be a forest fire.
But there’s something you should know
about the true nature of fame
You’re more a shooting star than an eternal flame.
I’ll see you on the bottom,
‘cuz that’s right where you’re gonna be.
Right there on the bottom with me.
Plant a magic bean and then
get ready for a ride.
It shoots out of the ground
and takes you up into the sky.
Stay up in the clouds
and you’re the biggest thing around,
‘til some kiddie comes along
and chops the beanstalk down.
I’ll see you on the bottom,
‘cuz that’s right where you’re gonna be.
Right there on the bottom with me.
You’re going down, down, down!
You’re going down, down, down!
You’re going down, down, down!
You’re going down, down, down!
I’ll see you on the bottom,
‘cuz that’s right where you’re gonna be…
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Cave Bees Wellington, New Zealand
Husband/Wife rockers Steve Tremblay and Rebekah Whitehurst have led various formations of CAVE BEES in Austin, Texas and Burlington, Vermont since the twenty oughts. Relocating to Wellington, NZ in 2021, they will soon be rocking again...
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