The Presidents of the United States of America - The Presidents of the United States of America Album Lyrics

Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow

Little bag of bones been out all night
Little bag of bones been out all night
Kitty, you're scratchin' at the screen door
Kitty, you're scratchin' at the screen door
Little bag of bones been out all night
He needs some pettin' and lovin' on his head
He needs some pettin' and lovin' on his rain-soaked hide
He's circlin' round my ankle
He's circlin' round my ankle
He needs some pettin' and lovin' on his hide
Oh kitty, won't you come inside

Kitty on my foot and I wanna touch it
Kitty on my foot and I wanna touch it
Kitty on my foot and I wanna touch it
Kitty on my foot and I wanna touch it
Kitty on my foot and I wanna touch it
Kitty on my foot and I wanna touch it
Kitty on my foot and I wanna touch it
Kitty on my foot and I want to touch it

Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow

Pussy purrin' and lookin' so satisfied
Pussy purrin' and lookin' so satisfied
(Lost in his little yellow round eye?)
(Lost in his little yellow round eye?)
Pussy purrin' and lookin' so satisfied
Kitty up and scratch me through my jeans
Kitty up and scratch me through my jeans
F*ck you, kitty you're gonna spend the night
F*ck you, kitty you're gonna spend the night
F*ck you, kitty you're gonna spend the night
OUTSIDE!

Kitty on my foot and I wanna touch it
Kitty on my foot and I wanna touch it
Kitty on my foot and I wanna touch it
Kitty on my foot and I wanna touch it
Kitty on my foot and I wanna touch it
Kitty on my foot and I wanna touch it
Kitty on my foot and I wanna touch it
Kitty on my foot and I want to touch it

touch it
wanna touch it
wanna touch it
wanna touch it
wanna touch it
wanna touch it

Kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty
Touch it!
Kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty
Touch it!
Kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty
Touch it!
Kitty on my foot and I want to touch it!

A billions of birdies squawkin' out loud
talkin' in code to clams in the clouds
They send a secret message, they send it by worm,
some vibratin' spiders will receive the word

But that's totally
feather-pluckin'
insane!
Ten million monkeys all pick up guitars,
Nobody taught them how
Five thousand fishies rockin' really, really, really hard
Nobody taught them how
Check-out chicken drivin' (vinny's) little blue car
Nobody taught them how!

Flies like to fly, cause they don't like to stay
They're buzzin' in the ears of a chicken all day
Chicken understand and they pick out the code
Send a sub-sonic signal through the snot in the middle
of an elephant's long wet cold grey nose

But that's totally
feather-pluckin'
insane!
Ten million monkeys all pick up guitars,
Nobody taught them how
Five thousand froggies rockin' really, really, really hard
Nobody taught them how
Check-out chicken drivin' (vinny's) little blue car
Nobody taught them how!

Oh yeah, Oh yeah

Everybody's supernova

Lump sat alone in a boggy marsh,
totally emotionless except for her heart
Mud flowed up into lump's pajamas
she totally confused all the passing pihranas

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 things so sad that birds could land
Is lump fast asleep or rockin' 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
Life limped along at sub-sonic 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 outta my head?
I think so
Is this lump outta my head?
I think so
Is this lump outta my head?
I think so
Is this lump outta my head?

You, Lynard Skinnard-hat and
Me, little kitty
Sat across with a velvet jacket
Wild orange hair and dark, dark eyes
I gawked like a twelve-year-old - smitten
Carla the stripper,
straight from L.A.
You seem cool for a naked chick in a booth
Let's be pals some day
In other words,
Put some clothes on and call me

I saw you
It was incredible

Slim, relax,
Fine wine at the (QFC)
On a snowy Saturday night
Black pearls and I swear you were drinkin' beer
You were the redhead behind the counter there
I'm the one who fell off his chair there
You had your dry-cleaning and I think you're dreaming

I saw you
It was incredible
Mumbled these words at you
Unintelligible

My, my, my, my
My, my, my, my, my, my, my

My, my, my, my
My, my, yea hey-hey
Hey who had what time is it?

Let me tell you bout a friend of mine
His name is boll weevil, check him out

Spends all day
on his big butt
And he don't ever, ever get outside
I come to visit,
I bring some sunshine
And I just spread it all over the fire
He's stuck on his big couch
Stuck in his big show
He looks at the TV and he's all right
I come from the drug lord
The local drug store
(Bug is supplied) and he's never uptight

And I wonder:
"Boll Weevil, why don't you get out of your home?"

Said, "I'm comfortable here"
Don't wanna move, don't wanna leave
I said, "Boll Weevil, get right out of your home."

Goodbye, I gotta stay
I will some other day
Bye Bye, gotta go to sleep
And let the tube shine
Let the tube shine
Let the tube shine
Let the tube shine

Now, I would tell you bout boll weevil
But that bug is just too scary
He's sittin' there all alone
I try to coach him out, but he would not (try surprise)
But he would not move a muscle when I tried

Make him see that the sun is shinin' outside
Make him see that the sun is shinin' outside
Make him see that the sun is shinin' outside
Make him see that the sun is shinin' outside
Make him see that the sun is shinin' outside

Boll Weevil, get right out of your home
Boll Weevil, get right out of your home
Boll Weevil, get right out of your home
Boll Weevil, get right out of your home

Now, I would tell you bout boll weevil
But that bug is just too scary
He's sittin' there all alone
I try to coach him out, but he would not (drop his pies)
But he would not move a muscle when I tried

Make him see that the sun is shinin' outside
Make him see that the sun is shinin' out
Make him see the sun is shinin' outside
Make him see the sun is shinin' outside
Make him see the sun is shinin' outside
Make him see the sun is shinin' outside
Make him see the sun is shinin' outside
Make him see the sun is shinin' outside
Make him see the sun is shinin' outside
Make him see the sun is shinin' outside
Make him see the sun is shinin' outside

Come on little buggy, he's a little bug!

Movin' to the country,
gonna eat a lot of peaches
Movin' to the country,
Gonna eat me a lot of peaches
Movin' to the country,
gonna eat a lot of peaches
Movin' to the country,
gonna eat a lot of peaches

Peaches come from a can,
they were put there by a man
In a factory downtown
If I had my little way,
I'd eat peaches every day
Sun-soakin' bulges in the shade

Take a little nap where the roots all twist
Squished a 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 a pie

Millions of peaches, peaches for me
Millions of peaches, peaches for free

Look out!

A little blind spider took the wheel
Navigatin' grass blades completely by feel
Got a sassy chassis, sparklin in the sun
All four small bald fat tires
rockin through the sand and burnin' up

Little dune buggy in the sand
little blue dune buggy in my hand

I got a rubber-band motor hummin' on a beach, ready for fun
Quit spinnin' and webbin', come out play in the sun
Eight thimble-sized cylinders, be as smooth as you please
Spider's bad-ass fat old abdomen stuck in the buggy seat

Squishy transmission was caught in drive
Spider man was squinting at the sand in the sky
Spider woman in the front seat, screamin' "Go, Go, Go,"
He's ridin' the accelerator down to the floor with his fuzzy little toe

Little blue dune buggy

La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la

When I wake up... I lie in bed
Sometimes I read and then I prop up my head
I read books... but mostly magazines
When I wake up... and I'm just lying in bed
Just lying in bed

La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la

When I finally get up... I meet my feet touch the floor
Look out the window... stick my nose out the door
I check the temperature... I check the air
That and my mood... decide what I wear
When I wake up...

Ooh la, la, la, ooh la, la, la
Ooh la, la, la, ooh la, la, la
Ooh la, la, la, ooh la, la, la
Ooh la, la, la, ooh la, la, la

When I wake up... I lie in bed
Sometimes I read and then I prop up my head
I read books... but mostly magazines
When I wake up... and I'm just lying in bed
Just lying in bed

Ooh la, la, la, ooh la, la, la
Ooh la, la, la, ooh la, la, la
Ooh la, la, la, ooh la, la, la
Ooh la, la, la, ooh la, la, la

Ooh la, la, la, ooh la, la, la
Ooh la, la, la, ooh la, la, la
Ooh la, la, la, ooh la, la, la
Ooh la, la, la, ooh la, la, la
Oooooh

We're not gonna make it
No no we're not gonna to make it
'cause there's a million better bands
With a million better songs
DRUMMERS who can drum
And singers who can sing
Deep in my heart I do believe
We're not gonna make it
No no we're not gonna to make it
'cause' we don't have the talent
And we don't have the time
And we don't have the patience
And we don't know how to rhyme

Deep in my heart I do believe
We're not gonna make it
No no we're not gonna to make it
Said no no no no no no no no no no
No no no no no no no no no no no
No no no no no no no no no no no
No no no no no no no no no no no

We're not gonna make it

I've been elected to rock your asses til midnight
This is my term, and I've jammed out my perm, but it's all right
I solemnly swear to uphold the Constitution
Got a rock and roll problem?
Well we got the solution

Set and see who I am
Let me kick out the jams, yeah
Kick out the jams
I done kicked em out

I've been selected to orbit the planet in a rocket
I'm going to mars, I got a message for the poodle in your pocket
Mission Control, calling supernova
The (nightlife's) rockin', you can come on over

And let us see who we am,
Let me kick out the jams, yeah
Kick out the jams
I done kicked em out

Little salamander
Where did you go?
Edge of the yard
I found you, you know
All brown and hard

I can't get your body out of my mind
Can't get your body
I can't get your body out of my mind
Can't get your body

She goes smooth through my body, Yea!
Through my body she goes smooth
She goes smooth through my body, Yea!
Through my body she goes smooth

Little killer froggy,
Where did you hop?
Under the entertainment center
Realize you just couldn't stop
Worms found a hole in your booty they could enter and

Hey little lizard,
Where did you slink?
Left your cage door open
Under the basement sink
The drippin' water made your mouldy body eyes open and

Happy with no teeth
Happy here in hibernation
Slurpin' on a peach
Starin' at the situation
Kitty on my foot
Meowin' out a conversation
Rockin' back and forth
That's my only destination

Old man on the back porch
Old man on the back porch
Old man on the back porch
And that old man is me!

Got a two string on my lap
Total subsonic vacation
Got chicken on the drums,
poundin' out a perfect prescription
Got twenty little worms
I'll plug in some amplification
Got fifteen hundred base drum - luggin bug-eyed monkeys
All arriving at the station

I'm sittin on the back porch, kickin' my legs back,
rockin' in my rocking chair, and sittin' there
On the little back porch is about to fall apart
So I think I might repair it
Just as I'm thinkin' about repairin' it,
Some little friends come along
with some two-string, one-string, no-string guitars
And they all plug em all in to the back porch
And they sit around playin' all their favorite songs
They's kickin' back feelin' real good,
real fine, real full of the wine
And everything's fine, everything's beautiful,
everything's great, I just feel so good
You know I'm seventy years old
and I'm slurpin' everything through a straw

The sugar's only sweetness,
Salt is ocean tears
And you were my only weakness
For years and years and years
You little (yo) sweetie
You were hiding in a jar
Now my mind is gone completely
Take off the lid and there you are

You're my can-dy
Can-dy

Well the devil, she made sweet candy,
took six days and nights to dream
On the seventh day she rested,
woke up early and made ice cream
Now the devil, she must be a dentist
with deep jawbreaker eyes
Red rope hair, gumdrop lips,
cotton candy thighs

(Chaga lava) stole my body
and aftertaste stole my mind
Left me dangling down defenseless
then sweet candy she said goodbye
Now my teeth are worn and useless
My eyes too sunk to see
My tongue swelled up to twice its size
and all I want to do is eat

I can't explain glacial motion
or why Los Angeles don't drop into the ocean
I can't unfold the layers of mystery
or piece together the tragedy of history, cause
those lucky suckers,
They don't have to work
make 3D billboards and big
30-foot smurfs.

Everybody wants to be naked and famous,
Everybody wants to be just like me
I'm naked
And famous

I met a poet, said she didn't like the smell of it
then took her clothes off in a restaurant for the hell of it
I met a DJ who lived in seclusion
Reality and sobriety were her only delusions, and
those lucky bastards
they didn't have to work
Make 3D billboards and big
30-foot smurfs

Don't get a nosebleed,
don't get upset
We can't be naked and famous
just yet
There's a big old dollar sign
on the sunset strip
You can send your friend a postcard
It ain't worth the trip

Some weepy, creepy, willow, pillow boggy shit
Transcendental big wheel can ya feel it
I got a chickey face down trippin' so damn hard
His head splits open, stuffin' spills out into the car
Cup of dirty water and a lonely boney frog
Slip me seven dollars and I'll pump it full of smog
You paint a monkey gold, let him loose downtown
You start him with a smile, he'll come back with a frown

He's just a twig in the wind, a twig in the wind
A twig in the wind, a twig in the wind
I'm thick and thin and all right

I'm happy feeling crappy in my nappy little car
Squozen, frozen, duplicated, drunk in a bar
Tape recorded all distorted genius machine
A spokes model dipped in refried beans
And piggies' fateful price to put their necks on the stump
Dusty busted skeletons who pay at the pump
Multi-nippled rotating DJ sap
I'm shoulder high in crap and my water wings are flat

I'm just a twig in the wind, a twig in the wind
A twig in the wind, a twig in the wind
I'm thick and I'm thin and alright

I'm twig in the wind, a twig in the wind
A twig in the wind, a twig in the wind
A twig in the wind, a twig in the wind
Well alright