Last Update: 11/1/2020 0018
* PLEASE NOTE * This album is very old, and it's on cassette only.
On top of that, it's just complete sloppy shit, so it's very hard to understand.
My coffee stain is turned down
I sit and watch it burn no longer
Goin toward my family's pictures
I, I think I can help you
Only I'm dead
Discussing how I've been feeling is worthless
No one will know, my brain is numb
Screaming as I do, when I think
What am I, I don't know
What do you say
Here comes the coffee man
Coffee grind
A fresh new brew for you
Stay awake
The mud is seeping through
Every night
It'll clean out your ears
What do you say
Here comes the coffee man
Coffee grind
A fresh new brew for you
Stay awake
The mud is seeping through
Every night
It'll clean out your ears
What do you say
Here comes the coffee man
Coffee grind
A fresh new debt for you
Stay awake
The mud is seeping through
Every night
It'll clean out your ears
James A. Folger, a roasted soldier
1859, he started to burn
Corn field, coffee beans, started a split in my seam
Started a split in my seam
I gotta gotta gotta gotta gotta gotta get another sip
Of the funky full flavor, automatic drip
Funky full flavor, automatic drip
Me myself and I, an odd combination
Open vein and bleeding brain
I think I can't bare to
Think for me I can't bare to
Wash me clean with caffiene
It's been told to young and old
Wash me clean with your caffiene
My story has been told, you never know
Wash me clean with your caffiene
My story has been told, you never know
Wash me clean with your caffiene
My story has been told, you never know
Wash me clean with your caffiene
My story has been told, you never know
I give up
I wanna wear
Who wouldn't wear
She didn't wear
Your mama's dress
I wouldn't wear your mama's dress
And it would look your very best
You see my lively ba bada ba ba
You don't think it's pretty but I do
I wouldn't wear
Who wouldn't wear
She didn't wear
Your mama's dress
Her nose and her ripe tomatoes
It's what this town is built upon
Cross dress is another tone
I said the, the way you wear your dress is wrong
Don't offend the male curves
You have your little head
But inst ead of wearing trousers
He wore a dress, instead you know
I wouldn't wear
Who wouldn't wear
She didn't wear wear
Your mama's dress
I wanna wear your mama's dress
And wanna look your very best
Look out for the first man's hands up there
I wouldn't wear your mama's dress, you know
I wanna wear
Who wouldn't wear
She didn't wear wear
Your mama's dress
A deadbeat boyfriend's up against
Press up with this handbag to win
I don't know what to say, I
I think I'm gonna force it and
I wouldn't wear your mama's dress
And wanna look your very best
But you saw me
And the people who didnt won't believe you
I wouldn't wear
Who wouldn't wear
She didn't wear
Your mama's dress
I wouldn't wear your mama's dress
And wanna look your very best
Gonna change, to what
To be what, to be what, to be like you
I wanna wear
Who wouldn't wear
She didn't wear
Your mama's dress
Get funky now
Her nose and her ripe tomatoes
It's what this town is built upon
Cross dress is another tone
I said the, the way you wear your dress is wrong
Don't offend her male curves
You avee your little head
But instead of wearing trousers
He wore a dress instead you know
I wanna wear
Who wouldn't wear
So you're gonna wear
Your mama's dress
No sleep till
I wouldn't wear
Who wouldn't wear
She didn't wear
Your mama's dress
Pork Chop
Chop Pork
Pork Chop
Chop Pork
Pork chop
Pork, pork chop
Pork chop
Now either you got to go
How many in your party
Excuse me but I'm gonna have to ask you to leave
Either you got to go
And yes I'd like some water
Oh won't you give me a break
Oh won't you please leave me alone
Me llamo es Jacobo, and I'm her boy
Your prices are so freakin high
Your food I can't afford to buy
I'm goin to Lenny's
I'm goin to Lenny's
Or is it Denny's
Why do trees have green leaves
I'm goin to Lenny's
Or is it Denny's
I don't know why but I eat my peas yeah
I'm goin to Lenny's
Or is it Denny's
Why do trees have green leaves
I'm goin to Lenny's
You got a problem with me
I've got six hundred in my party
Excuse me maam I'm gonna have to ask you to leave
Yes it's water again
Six hundred of them please
Oh won't you give me a break
Oh won't you please leave me alone
Me llamo es Jacobo, and I'm her boy
Your prices are so freakin high
Your food I can't afford to buy
I'm goin to Lenny's
I'm goin to Lenny's
Or is it Denny's
Why do trees have green leaves
I'm goin to Lenny's
Or is it Denny's
I don't know why but I eat my peas
I'm goin to Lenny's
Or is it Denny's
I'm goin to Lenny's
Now either you got to go
How many in your party
Excuse me but I'm gonna have to ask you to leave
Either you got to go
And yes I'd like some water
Oh won't you give me a break
Oh won't you please leave me alone
Me llamo es Jacobo, and I'm her boy
Your prices are so freakin high
Your food I can't afford to buy
I'm goin to Lenny's
Just because I don't want Pepsi
Doesn't mean that I'm a dope
And maybe I'm not prim and proper
But I am a peaceful guy
Maybe if you let me tell you
You iron on sucking queen
But if you would listen to me
You wouldn't be so freakin stiff
You wouldn't be so stinkin stiff ya lady
Just let me sit down
And, and have a Coke...or something
Me llamo es Jacobo, and I'm her boy
Your prices are so freakin high
Your food I can't afford to buy
I'm goin to Lenny's
Lennys lennys fo fennys, banana fanna fo fenny's
Me my mo menny's, Lenny's
She walked through my door
And thought I saw her her bananas to another
Her life was amiss until she asked to beware of my marriage
Maybe it's cause I slam it her face too often
I think it's time to run outside
He challenges again well maybe
But no solicitors
Avon lady get out of my house
Leave its alright, fucking get out
Listen to me, just this once
Open your eyes and leave, get out of here
Get out
Get out
Get out
Avon lady get out of my house
She came to my house
To ask if I could buy some nanas
I can't believe you're trying to sell me these
What do I look like, a freakin hermaphrodite
I think it's time to run outside
He challenges again well maybe
But no solicitors
Avon lady get out of my house
Leave its alright, fucking get out
Listen to me, just this once
Open your eyes and leave, get out of here
Please get out
Get out
Get out
Avon lady get out of my house
Ooh, get out
Ooh, get out
Ooh, get out
Out, get out
Out, get out
Out, get out
Out
Butterfly colors
Inner city guy pumpin
The butterfly colors
The inner city guy pumpin
He's trying to say that he's trapped
He's got gold chains and hairy chest
He's makin me sick in here
Saturday night best
Shut your motor, play on best
Money could be the drummer to you
Butterfly colors
The inner city guy pumpin
The butterfly colors
The inner city guy pumpin
What is your sign, sweet cakes
Have I seen you somewhere before
Can I check your tags
I swear to you were made in heaven
Disco fever, trampy hoes
El Camino and a confidential
Butterfly color
The inner city guy pumpin
The butterfly color
The inner city guy pumpin pumpin pumpin pumpin
Put on your fatty gold chains
You're pimpin and struttin your stuff
You're walkin down the ave
Acting like you were bomb
Butterfly color
The inner city guy pumpin
The butterfly color
The inner city guy pumpin
The butterfly color
One, two, three, stop
The butterfly color
The inner city guy pumpin
The butterfly color
Inner city guy pumpin
And the butterfly color
Then he saw the beautiful creature he'd ever seen
That white brimmed hat
That fake pink fur coat
And those fish net stockings
She looked just like him
She was just like him
She was just like him
A pimp
Abort, abort, abort, abort
No more babies
Abort, abort, abort, abort
No more babies
Abort, abort, abort, abort
No more babies
Abort, abort, abort, abort
No more babies
One two three four
Hopin that the doctor kills some babies, kills her momma
To abort
Babies, babies, I love babies
Fooling with a baby, test tube baby
To abort....your baby
Abort, abort, abort, abort
No more babies
Abort, abort, abort, abort
No more babies
Abort, abort, abort, abort
No more babies
Abort, abort, abort, abort
No more babies
Five, six, seven eight
Stay at home, masturbate
Gotta make a date, gotta make a date
Gotta make a date, to abort
Call me a little jew, me and you, a cup or two
Come a little closer I'll wrench your neck
Your baby's neck
Abort, abort, abort, abort
No more babies
Abort, abort, abort, abort
No more babies
Abort, abort, abort, abort
No more babies
Abort, abort, abort, abort
No more babies
You can't treat a human like a test tube monkey
Some birth control for a strung out junkie
To abort your baby
You can't treat a human like a test tube monkey
Some birth control for a strung out junkie
To abort your baby
Abort, abort, abort, abort
No more babies
Abort, abort, abort, abort
No more babies
Abort, abort, abort, abort
No more babies
Abort, abort, abort, abort
No more babies
Wow, these are cool birds
Sphinx...wow
Oh yeah
Wood pecker pecking on an old dog chain
Pecked so hard, his pecker got sore
Sore woodpecker, pecker sore
Poor pecker
Butt pecker
[After this point it's more drunk rambling than lyrics]