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6 Pack in a Cadillac
04:21
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6 Pack in a Cadillac, n’ she was on his mind
was she just so hard to find, or was it that he was blind
Pit stop and a lollipop, it was Ohio all over again
She must have weighed 12 years or 10, her daddy panted up around the bend
State troopers are yawnin’ in the heat and they ain’t even tryin’
Livestock be chewin’ on Peyote and they’re dripping’ in time
Blue Cheer is a drivin’ John Deer, n’ the neighbours ain’t hard to find
Just go to the souvenir shop is open ‘till 9
Dry lips eaten’ fish n’ Chips. It was his first time with the queen
He poured her up in Gasoline, and the weather was so supreme
Now drunk in his Cadillac, and she was off his mind
you could hear her in the back, your good old highway 69
State troopers are yawnin’ in the heat and they ain’t even tryin’
Livestock be chewin’ on Peyote and they’re dripping’ in time
Blue Cheer is a drivin’ John Deer, n’ the neighbours ain’t hard to find
Just go to the souvenir shop is open ‘till 9
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2. |
Ma Room is Flooded
03:23
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I swimmin' swimmin' swimmin' , to get to me door
I'm tryin' tryin' tryin' to get back down on the floor
I'm cryin' so hard (3x)
Ma room's flooded with tears
I'm breathin' breathin' breathin', tryin' ta catch ma breath
I'm laughin' laughin' laughin', ma mind is such a mess
I'm cryin' so hard (3x)
Ma room's flooded with tears
I'm swingin' swingin' swingin' , to the rhythm of ma sway
I'm loosin' loosin' balance, what day are we today
I'm cryin' so hard (3x)
Ma room's flooded with tears
Ya left me left me left me, more times then I can count
With ma one t t t t two feet, planted to the ground
I'm cryin' so hard (3x)
Ma room's flooded with tears
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3. |
Fat Piranha
03:57
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oooooo
Typhoon Mary,
can't you see fat piranhas out for thee
Out to get cha, but you got a canoo
that's leekin' blood, whatchu gonna do?
n' you're paddle broke Oh no. Oh yeah.
California,
I never surfed. Fuck L.A., for all it's worth.
There ain't no sinners, just blinds and mutes
gainin' turf. And fuck San Fran.
gimme that light, and that kerosene.
Mr. Sherman,
what have you done? smells like southern boys burning in the sun.
weather's better where there is no food.
And I'm gettin' hungry. Let's go to the Mac.
For a happy Meal. Oh what a deal. Oh what a steal.
oooooo
I watched Bonanza,
Groin' up. Never 'till the end, 'cause they talk too much.
The fat one's funny, and he never gets laid
just because he's fat. Gotta loose that weight,
with a milkshake. That belly shake. Oh yeah.
Hollywood,
I saw your films, the ones that sell, where there ain't no riddle.
The black one dies, usually in the middle
and the German's bad, n' the Jap's bad
and the Russian's worse, and the Arab's cursed.
Typhoon Mary,
you can swim now. To the other side, I'll show you how.
Nice to meet 'cha. My name's Farhana
I'm a Fat Piranha, Fat Piranha,
Fat Piranha. Oh Yeah, My my.
oooooo
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4. |
Detroit USA
03:36
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When I had my mother, she spat me in the face
When I had a father, he'd beat me in disgrace
my brothers and my sisters, they all ran away
Chorus:
and I'm the only one that stayed
in Detroit down in USA
Few times that I spoke, my mama would block her ears
When I opened mine, my father be cussing beers
n’ I’d think to myself, I must leave this place
Chorus
My mama taught me strict, she'd make me eat dry dirt
she'd beat me with a burning pan n’ put splinters in ma butt
at a very young age, my hair was turing grey
Chorus
My father made me do, all his dirty work
My father taught me to shoot n’ I shot him in the gut
I stared at him dyin', n' he told me as he lay
son, you'll never go away
from Detroit down in USA
and I'm the only one that stayed
in Detroit down in USA
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5. |
3:28
04:24
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3:28 its a great time to get laid
in the meantime, I sit by the gate, and look for a date.
Cold night, I’m horny as hell, she comes ridin' by
on ‘er teenage bike with no bell to tell
tell off the dirty ones
I wish she could tell me off, I’d be quite content to listen
to the sound of her voice and the gleam in her eye
it’s 3:25 n’ I want a piece of that pie
3:28 its a great time to get laid
in the meantime, I sit by the gate, and look for a date
I’m eaten’ ma ham sandwich, watching time pass slow
this night shift job was a big mistake
been doin’ it for 10 years strong.
Sometimes I think of my ex with another sailor boy
instead of waitin’ for me at home,
she’d be on deck with a new found toy.
3:28 its a great time to get laid
in the meantime, I sit by the gate, and look for a date
A great dame comes up n’ says 3:28 is her favourite time of day
about to give some of that good ole’ loving,
I woke up from that dream and baby all I could say was
3:28 is a great time to get laid
in the meantime, I sit by the gate, and look for a date
look for a date
look for a date
look for a date
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6. |
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I can’t get this song out of my head
Stickin’ in my ear like a Honey and Marmalade
Sometimes sweet but more and more I hate
that I can’t get this song out of my head
I can’t get this song out of my brain
The pipes are clogged and the melody doesn’t drain
It’s knocking’ on an empty door callin’ my name
and I can’t get this song out of my brain
I can’t get this song out of my bed
To pack up its bags and let a new one move in instead
It’s heavier than something that weighs much more than lead
I can’t get this song out of my bed
This song is too slow for us to dance
Darlin’ baby won’t you give me a second chance
I love you glance, it locks me into a trance
but this song is too slow for us to dance
I can’t get this song out of my head
Stickin’ in my ear like a Honey and Marmalade
Sometimes sweet but more and more I hate
that I can’t get this song
out of my head (4x)
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7. |
Princess / President
03:24
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You are not my Princess, but they told me so, when they
locked me up in recess, blinded like a mole
When I’m let out, school is out and I’m put up for sale
the price is low, but no one shows up to pay my bail
Chorus:
Drive your Car, don’t forget your seatbelt
Drive your car, don’t forget your seatbelt
drive youuuur lies towards the truth
There is no connection but I still wait in line
a line of bitter patience, drag gin’ heavier times
drink up, be merry and tranquillise your scorn
while war torn widows beat the odds playin’ darts at the bar
Chorus
They show us the grains, while we bring them the water
breaking’ our backs while they be grown’ taller
same old same old same old Shite
Crac that whip, baby, overtime up ‘till sunday night
Chorus
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8. |
Sally Mae
04:20
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Chorus:
Poor Sally Mae,
fell out of her window today
Wished to be a star n’ had to pay,
pooa pooa pooa Sally Mae
It started with TV in the living
room for her mind to start wanderin’
‘round her folks she sung Madonna and the Bee Gees too
Their surprise she seemed to think that she could sing
Chorus
She starred more and more at the stars
flash in’ in her eyes, she was hipno-
-tized to the screen, away from her Barbie room
was full of dreams to be something
Ba ba bridge
She started not to eat ‘cause they all
seemed like a toothpick, floating off the
ground floor was 5 floors from Sally’s window pane
that she opened more and more
elbow’s lean in’ off the edge
to reach higher than TV
Sally Mae’s now in a tree
in a tree (3x)
Chorus
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9. |
He Got a Disease
04:12
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John was rich, at the front door, he shot me just to get high
Good a school, nice boy, everyone wondered why it had happened
I shot some vegans at the BBQ, never ever wanted to go
I asked my neighbour, what should I do, she told me ‘Mexico’
Chorus:
You get what you get, give what you want, a victim just for today
If tomorrow I’m gone my mama might cry, so how many days ’till we can
Celebrate good time come on
Celebrate good time come on
Celebrate, the 4th of July
Bought some flowers, a nice bouquet, down at the funeral home
Now he’s ready, back in the classroom with his gatling gun, and it happened
I got a disease it’s called human nature, everyone’s trying’ to get it
I bought mine down at the pharmacy, it’s easy and you’ll fit right in
Chorus
I was his teacher , now I’m a corpse, lying next to John
The media’s exited and so is my class. School is out for fun
I got a disease it’s called human nature, everyone’s stacked in a pile
The swat team’s gone, the janitor’s left, she’ll be sweeping’ up for awhile
Chorus
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10. |
Ca Ca Boume
04:52
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We got us a Product. Packaged n' priced.
Permed, Powerful, Patented, and Perfectly Purple as a Plum.
CaCaBoume (4x)
Our product's the best! It's so damn original, you'll see.
Far beyond the 10 million others, made by people who think like you and me.
CaCaBoume (4x)
The market needs it, just waitin' for our pimped product.
They'll go crazy when they see it, and we'll get our pretty buck.
CaCaBoume (4x)
They're not writing us back. hmm, they're not takin' our calls
whatever, we gotta keep pushin n pullin, as we slowly watch our egos fall.
CaCaBoume (4x)
We need to make it in this world. We need to prove it to our folks.
We need to prove it to our ladys that we can still get it up and that we ain't no joke.
CaCaBoume (4x)
I had me a part time job. Now my part time's my full time.
They're paying for my insurance, man. And that prefectly packaged product died in my mind.
CaCaBoume (4x)
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CaBoume Berlin, Germany
Last phase of this Band was Country Funk. Before that, it was something else.
Seb Thieme is the creator, songwriter of the project.
contact:
caboumecaboume@gmail.com
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