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Subject: Firesign Theatre: Lyrics to Songs
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Summary: This posting contains a list of lyrics to songs
written or composed by the Firesign Theatre.
Archive-name: firesign-theatre/lyrics
Last-modified: 1993/09/21
Version: 1.5
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Side 3) Firesign Theatre: Lyrics to Songs
@ALBUM: I Think We're All Bozos On This Bus
@SONG: Back from the Shadows, again
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(Sung to the tune of "Back in the Saddle, again")
The Whisperin' Squash[singing]:
Back from the Shadows again !
Out where an In-jun's your friend!
Where the veg'tables are green,
And you can pee into the stream!
Yes, we're back from the Shadows again!
Reprise (Whisperin' with others):
We're goin' back to the Shadows again !
Out where an Indian's your friend!
Where the vegetables are green,
And you can pee right into the stream!
(And that's important!)
We're back from the Shadows again!
@ALBUM: TV or Not TV
@SONG: Rat in a box
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(Also heard on the Nick Danger "Yolks" video)
Intro:
When you can't stand the pace
In the Big Rodent Race
'Come on in where it's safe
Where the menu is tref... ###- "tref" means "non-kosher"
There's a smell in the air
that reminds you of hair
You've got something to get
and it looks like your pet!
(aren't you hungry ?)
First we take some rat parts
and fry them up real nice..
Then we skin the kitties,
and barbeque the mice!
Bridge:
Guts in a Cup! (Yum!)
Mouse on a Stick! (Wow!)
French-fried Fleas
and Beer-battered Ticks!
Chorus:
Ra-aaat in a box...
(We fry what you won't--)
Ra-aaat in a box...
(We fry what you won't--)
Ra-aaat in a box...
(We fry what you won't...TOUCH!)
@ALBUM: Not Insane!
@SONG: Papoon for President!
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Papoon, Papoon for President!
There is no one to Blame!
Papoon for our chief President!
You Know He's not Insane!
@ALBUM: Hemlock Stones: The Giant Rat of Sumatra
@SONG: Frigate Matilda
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Frigate Matilda! Frigate Matilda!
Won't you come frig in the riggin' with me?
Oh we swung from the bunk and bunged
another cabin boy!
Won't you frig old Matilda with me!
@ALBUM: How Can You Be In Two Places At Once When You're Not Anywhere At
all?
@SONG: I can tell by the pie on your tie
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I can tell by the pie on your tie
you're an American, well so am I!
Hi bub, How are ya? How do ya' do?
And while we're on the subject...
And while we're on the subject...
(And while we're on the subject)
How's your old Wazoo ?!
@SONG: I was born.....an American!
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I was born.....an American!
I was raised...an American!
And I'll die...an American!
In America,with Armenians!
@SONG: A little song I learned upstream in prison one day
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This land is made of mountains,
This land is made of mud,
This land has lots of everything
For me and Elmer Fudd.
This land has lots of trouser,
This land has lots of mausers,
And pussy cats to eat them
when the sun goes down!
@SONG: What makes America Great?
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It's candied apples and ponies with dapples
you can ride all day!
It's girls with pimples
And cripples with dimples
that just wont go away !
Its spics and wops and niggers and kikes
with noses as long as your arm!
Its micks and chinks and gooks and geeks
and honkies
(Honk! Honk!)
who never left the farm !
@SONG: Yankee Doodle Came To Terms
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Yankee Doodle came to terms,
Writing Martin Buber.
Stuck a Fuehrer in our back,
And called it Shicklegruber!
[trumpet plays "retreat"]
@SONG: Pick A Bale O' Dacron
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You gotta jump down, spin around! (Huhn!)
And pick a bale o' Dacron
You gotta jump down, spin around!
And pick some Nylon, too!
[whipcrack] Agggh...!
@SONG: Loostners Castor-Oil Flakes
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Oh, it ain't no use
If you ain't got the boost
The boost you get from
Loostners
(Loo-ooo-oosnters)
@ALBUM: Don't Crush That Dwarf, Hand Me The Pliers
@SONG: The Rough-As-A-Cob March
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(source: From "Big Book of Plays", page 62-63)
Choir: We're marching, marching to Shibboleth,
With the Eagle and the Sword!
We're praising Zion 'til her death,
Until we meet our last reward!
Men: Our Lord's reward!
Women: Zion! Oh happy Zion!
O'er wrapp'd, but not detained!
Men: Lion, f'rocious Lion!
His beard our mighty mane!
Women: At First and Main!
Men: Oh, we;ll go marching, marching to Omaha,
With the Buckram and the Cord!
Women: You'll hear us "boom" our State!
Men: Ha, ha! As we cross the final ford!
Women: The flaming Ford!
Choir: Zion! Oh mighty Zion!
Your bison now are dust!
As your cornflakes rise
"Gainst the rust-red skies,
Then our blood requires us must
Go ...
Men: Marching, marching to Shibboleth,
With the Eagle and the ...
Women: The Buckram and the Cord!
Men: Sword! Praising Zion 'til her death!
Women: Ha, ha!
Men: Until we eat our last reward!
Women: The flaming Ford!
Choir: Zion! Oh righteous Zion!
There is no one to blame!
For the homespun pies
'Neath the cracking skies
Shall release the fulsome rain!
Tenor: Shall release!
Men: Shall release!
Soprano: Shall release!
Women: Shall release!
Choir: Shall release the vinyl rein!
@SONG: Peorgie's Song
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(Android Sisters:)
Porgy Tirebiter!
He's a spy and a girl delighter,
Orgie Firefighter!
He's just a student like you.
If you're looking for a Captain of the Ringball Team,
You can bet he won't be there.
You'll find him pa-popping off at Pop's Sodium Shoppe,
Tr-trailing a red, with red hair.
Doobie doo-wah...
Porgy Tirebiter!
Just a student like you!
(PORGY:) "Like me?!"
Just a student like you!
(Father:) "Stop singing and finish your homework !"
Just a student like you! ooooooooooo..."
@SONG: We're bringing the war back home
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We're bringing the war back home
Where it ought to have been before!
We'll kill all the bees
And spiders and flies
And we wont play in iceboxes lying on their sides
We'll wash our hands after wee-wee.
And if we're a girl, before!
And we'll march,march,march, et cetera!
'Til we never do march no more!
(All together, now, boys!)
We're bringing the war back home
Where it ought to have been before!
The pretty donut girl on the corner
Will be smilin' with a wringer in her hair!
We'll wash our hands after wee-wee,
And if we're a girl before!
And we'll march, march, march, et cetera!
'Till we don't have to march no more
(Hum along now...)
We won't have to March!
We won't have to March!
We won't have to March no more!
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