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Wanted: tools
Salon, shed, home schools
Iowa City sublet
Put your privates out in public
Come softly to craigslist
Pagans and praiseniks
Sports fans and vegans
Eggheads and cretins
Biotech support
Come to Ohio, get divorced
Baby and kids
Get your CDs and DVDids
Strictly platonic
Household electronic
Your child needs child care
Wild man seeks ride share
Come softly to craigslist
Assholes and defeatists,
Sports fans and vegans
Human beings
Missed connections
Pistol collections
Taxidermy mounters
Casual encounters
Come softy to craigslist – USA to Ulan bator
Come softy to craigslist – never mind the nosy neighbor
Come softy to craigslist – goods and bads for sale
Come softy to craigslist – pre-chewed spearmint, like new, near mint
Come softly
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On my feet square toes – check
Jeans flared low – check,
Untucked top – check
Spare flip-flops – check
Metro-Sex-U-All! Check!
Metro-Sex-U-All! Check!
Red pegged Dickies – checkS
Shirt from the thrifties – check,
Stingy brimmed hat – check
How cool is that? – check (Very cool)
Metro-Sex-U-All! Check!
Metro-Sex-U-All! Check!
Low-slung studded belt – check
T-shirt says Chanel – check,
Hair meticulously mussed – check
Catch hell on the 63 bus – check and double check
Metro-Sex-U-All! Check!
Metro-Sex-U-All! Check!
Go ahead and gun
but still I’m having fun
I’m not gonna dis
I wanna give u all a great big kiss
Metro-Sex-U-All! Check!
Metro-Sex-U-All! Check!
Metro-Sex-U-All! Check!
Metro-Sex-U-All! Check!
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(He:) Woman, what’s that in your ear?
It looks like a clamp and it just blinked twice
I won’t buy you another beer
until you spill it: what’s that device?
(She:)
Buster, ain’t you heard the news?
Essential players’ accessory
Only one way to beat the blues
only way to step for me
(He:) All right, I’ll bite, hip me to it
(She:) It’s like a tiny telephone booth
(He:) A hearing aid! Ha, ha! I knew it!
(She:) Stupid boy, this here’s a Bluetooth
Bluetooth boogie’s goin’ round
Ringin’, blingin’, roamin’ ‘round town
(She:) You say I look like a Klingon clown
Don’t hate me, brother, just ‘cause you ain’t down
(He:)
Sleek symbol of status
Handy little apparatus
for climbing corporate ladders
At bus stops look the baddest
Bluetooth boogie
Bluetooth boogie
Bluetooth boogie
Look, look, lookie
(She:) So you think you ready to cop?
(He:) Just one little obstacle
(She:) See you at the Cricket shop?
(He:) When they make one you can’t see
Bluetooth boogie
Bluetooth boogie
Bluetooth boogie
Look, look, lookie
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I took you out for lobster
and still the night is young
Come on, you man-eating monster
Let’s have some real fun
Here we are at the club
rockin’ to Lil’ Wayne
I got to get my rub-a-dub on
before they play T-Pain
We’re dancin’ real slow,
drinkin’ Pernod
You know what’s next
Baby, let’s text!
We’re in the motel room
No need to say a word
I wanna flood that flume
and I’m closing in on third
Just make a fist
Give it some wrist
I got to flex
Baby, let’s text!
Gonna make you gyrate
when you feel me vibrate
even in your Lex
Baby, let’s text!
I said you sure love to ball
and you said ‘lol’
I’m scrolling down your screen – what’s that s’posed to mean?
Lots of luck? What the fuck? Let’s text!
Baby, let’s text!
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I know the speed limit is too slow
I know Jesus was an Anglo
I know Hillary’s got to go
I know tomorrow it’s going to snow
Why is there so much I know
and how do I know what I know?
Heard it on a talk show
I know unions killed the auto
I know the finer points of Wade v. Roe
I know my temper’s about to blow
I know I know how to say, ‘Ditto’
God told him so
He told me so
I told you so
Now tell ‘em, go!
I know big business got to grow
I know the Good Book says it’s so
I know who’s going to make it to the Final Four
I know all I need to know
Heard it on a talk show
Heard it on a talk show
Heard it on a talk show
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The In Breed - Mr. DNA
01:39
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(G. Casale/M. Mothersbaugh, adapted by Eck 'E-Blow' Bonotz)
Wait a minute, something’s wrong
He’s the boy from the past
He’s here to do us a favor
A little human sacrifice
It’s just supply and demand
Mr. Kamikaze! Mr. DNA!
He’s an altruistic pervert! Mr. DNA!
Mr. Kamikaze! He’s here to spread some genes!
Mr. Kamikaze! Mr. DNA!
He’s an altruistic pervert! Mr. DNA!
Mr. Kamikaze! He’s here to spread some genes now!
Mr. Kamikaze! Mr. DNA!
He’s an altruistic pervert! Mr. DNA!
Mr. Kamikaze! Here to spread some...
Wait a minute, something’s wrong
He’s the man with the plan
His finger is pointed at E-Blow
Now we must sacrifice ourselves
that many others may live
OK, we got a lot to give!
This monkey went to one patent office
Mr. Kamikaze! Mr. DNA!
He’s an altruistic pervert! Mr. DNA!
Mr. Kamikaze! He’s here to spread some genes!
Mr. Kamikaze! Mr. DNA!
He’s an altruistic pervert! Mr. DNA!
Mr. Kamikaze! He’s here to spread some genes now!
Mr. Kamikaze! Mr. DNA!
He’s an altruistic pervert! Mr. DNA!
Mr. Kamikaze! Here to spread some genes!
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They buried me under the viaduct
under piles and piles of post-product
‘least I didn’t get wet from the rain
No little blips botherin’ my brain - I can’t complain
I don’t work at the post office
No blood gushing outta my faucets
Not worth taxing my collapsing capital gain
Years and years down the drain - I can’t complain
Can’t, can’t, can’t, can’t, can’t, can’t, can’t complain
Well, I could but complaining’s always in vain
Why rant and rave? Better to silently slave
You pant, curse your lot, but you can’t, you cannot complain
It is what it is and it’s all good
and I’m good! I’m good! Is that understood?
I’m so over it, wouldn’t care if Apocalypse came
Praying for more of the same, I can’t complain
Martin Luther King just loved to complain
Jesus had such hassles healing the lame
Same goes for that poor lady off in Iran
They complained and complained - what was gained?
You can’t complain
Can’t, can’t, can’t, can’t, can’t, can’t, can’t complain
Hooray! Hooray! Same shit, different day!
Hoot! Holler! Stoop and scrape, another dollar!
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What the hell? I pull out my cell
and you ask me, “Dear, what is this?”
I ain’t here for pleasure, baby
I’m only here for business
Networkin’, networkin’
Networkin' – I need a job and I ain’t jerkin’
Networkin’, networkin’
At your leisure I’ll be lurkin’
You got the time? I’ll drop a dime
and call in all your references
Spare me all the pleasantnesses
and tell me who your vice president is
You got a tip, you got a hunch
I guess I’ll take you out to lunch
I’ll shower you with true affections
because, my baby, you got connections
Networkin’, networkin’
Networkin’ – you got the juice and I ain’t jerkin’
Networkin’, networkin’
At your luncheon I’ll be lurkin’
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Some chickens have all the luck, satisfied with just one pluck
Me, I’m just the opposite: tickle my feathers, I just can’t quit
Poppin’ pills, drinkin’ wine, still keep crawling up the vine
Maybe I should see a doc to take away my need to knock
I’m drivin’ my woman bats, always chasin’ her cats
360 minute man, 360 minute man
Pour some oil in my fryin’ pan, shake and bake as long as you can
360 minute man, 360 minute man
I hope you understand I’m workin’ as fast as I can
Mama don’t get to sleep no more, up every night at least until four
Says we oughtta hire a maid but I’d drive her crazy too, I’m afraid,
cookin’, scrubbin’, rubbin’
360 minute man, 360 minute man
Pour some oil in my fryin’ pan, shake and bake as long as you can
360 minute man, 360 minute man
I hope you understand I’m workin’ as fast as I can
I’m workin’ as fast as I can
I’m workin’ as fast as I can
I’m workin’ as fast as I can
Fast as I can
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Hey! We’ve got to hide our love away!
You need new clothes and I need somewhere to stay
The first time ever I saw your face I knew we gotta get out of this place
California – can’t afford to stay
Now you know why I feel blue
You ought to quit this scene too
Sneakin’ like Sally down the alley
Goin’ back to Cali? I don’t think so
California – can’t afford to stay
California – can’t afford to stay
California
California
California
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Screamin’ down the interstate
3 a.m. and wide awake
Cold sweatin’, skins and shoulders shake
How much abuse can a teetotal take?
Up for 80 hours now
and I ain’t even yawnin’ – YOW
Can’t believe the cops allow
drivers drinkin’ Red Cow
but I down another drink
of that strawberry stink
I’ve had too much to think
Eyelids blink and blink
Hey, Mr. Black Range Rover,
belay the foolish act and pull over
for the love of God Jehovah
I got a bad Red Bull hangover
Bad blood flowin'
Mild-mannered motorists I’m mowin'
Feels like everybody’s slowin'
Can’t remember where I’m goin'
Hey, Mr. Black Range Rover,
belay the foolish act and pull over
for the love of God Jehovah
I got a bad Red Bull hangover
Bad Red Bull, bad Red Bull (Red Bull, Red Bull)
Red Bad Bull, rad bed rule (Red Bull, Red Bull)
Bad bed rule, Red rad Bull (Red Bull, Red Bull)
etc.
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Eric Blowtorch Milwaukee, Wisconsin
Singer/guitarist/songwriter Eric Blowtorch sings, plays, and writes reggae, ska, rocksteady, soul, rock 'n' roll, funk, Latin, disco, hip-hop, Anglo-Afropop, and jazz songs with rhythm, melody, passion, and original comic timing. E. B. plays solo, in small combos, and with a band, Eric Blowtorch and the Bodyguards. ... more
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