Тексты песен «Primus»

C'mon kiddies gather round. Who's your foremost friend in town? From main to maple the name resounds, Professor Nutbutter. He's the one, the humble one, the Barkley County prodigal son. Here to serve only you, Professor...

Pass the pen there Billy Bob, I'll write us up a song. Or perhaps I'll pen a sonnet, if the melody sits all wrong. Hand me down a crayon, and I'll draw a mighty oak. 'Cause of all my brother Masons, I'm the quickest...

You can have a lolly pop a candy bar a jelly bean. I'll buy you a rainbow to hang above your door. It's pudding time. Laughter is a sweet You can't put a price on. When laughter's all gone Daddy won't buy you more. It's...

Come with me and you'll be In a world of pure imagination Take a look and you'll see Into your imagination We'll begin with a spin Trav'ling in the world of my creation What we'll see will defy Explanation If you want...

Came up on a worried man, asked him if he had a light. He reached on down, dug in his shoe, figured in his sock he might. He asked if he could come and join, at what we was partakin' in. I says,"Ol' soul if you got a...

------------------------- We are gathered here Today in these majestic Halls of old to honor A man they call Sathington Willoby There's a joke or two, A pun or three I feel that must be Told then I go on to Soeak of...

We are gathered here Today in these majestic halls of old to honor a man they call Sathington Willoughby. There's a joke or two, A pun or three I feel that must be told then I go on to speak of Sathington Willoughby...

Snipping, snipping, snipping goes the scissor man Putting end to evil doers games Snipping, snipping, snipping goes the scissor man Maybe you are in his book of names Maybe you are in his book of names So be kind and...

When the going gets tough And the stomachg acids flow The cold wind of conformity Is nipping at your nose When some trendy new atrocity Has brought you to your knees Come with us we'll sail the Seas of Cheese...

Sgt. Baker is my name I'm gonna teach you how to play the game of warfare Suddenly it appears to me You got a bit much dignity For your own good, boy Yes sir, yes sir. I will rape your personality Pummel you with my...

There's a time for lies And a time for truth I say, eye for an eye Eye for a tooth When I roamed young I'd scavenge around Every nook and cranny Of our little town It's nice, so nice, to be Pull out the...

[Originally by The Residents and Snakefinger] Your life is leaning downhill Sloping off the outer edge Your undetermined oyster beds Were found to be a hedge You cause the kids of Elmer Fudd To feed the farmer whose...

I'm goin' down to South Park Gonna have myself a time Friendly faces everywhere Humble folks without temptation I'm goin' down to South Park Gonna leave my woes behind Ample parking day or night People shouting,...

I'm goin' down to South Park Gonna have myself a time Friendly faces everywhere Humble folks without temptation I'm goin' down to South Park Gonna leave my woes behind Ample parking day or night People shouting,...

Ahhhh Quite a suprise What an ingenious device Boredom encompasses my time I don't know what I should do Southbound Pachyderm Indulging a moment of your time Seldom the breeder of lies But you won't believe that it's...

Why do we do this C.G. and I? Every night vegetables, Minds numbed up by THC. I've got my pen, C.G. the remote. Laurel and Hardy's the best bet at four A.M. On a Friday No dreads about the working day after though...

Why do we do this C.G. and I? Every night vegetables, Minds numbed up by THC. I've got my pen, C.G. the remote. Laurel and Hardy's the best bet at four A.M. On a Friday No dreads about the working day after though...

It's incredibly hot in here today, incredibly hot in here It's incredibly hot in here today, incredibly hot in here The air is getting slipper and it's not to my surprise My heart, it beats irregularly and the sweat it...

The Earth it did crack open on the day that I was born and a thousand merry pranksters came dancin' through the storm. I lay cradle bound a howlin' out my mind not knowin' years to come I'd be shoutin' over din I...

"who's this guitar-playing sonsa bitch? ", is a question common asked. On his head a bucket of chicken bones, on his face a plaster mask. He's the bastard son of a preacher man, on the town he left a stain...