1. |
Poo on Your Bum
01:30
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You got poo all over your bum;
that's where the poo comes from.
So it didn't have very far to go
Someday a rain will come
and wash away all of the scum.
A crazy taxi driver told me so.
Well he talked to his mirror and he learned to shoot
and he saved a teenage prostitute.
Though his social skills were not the best
he wound up a hero -
a young Robert DeNiro.
You got poo all over your bum;
and that is where the poo comes from.
So that poo don't have too far to go.
Someday a rain's gonna come,
and wash the streets of all of this scum.
Maybe I'll be some of the scum remaining
when it stops raining.
Travis Bickle meant well I guess,
but I digress.
Dave Benjoya - guitar, lead vocal, organ; Dann Baker - bass; John Sharples - drums; Tim Simmonds - background vocals
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2. |
In the Kitchen
01:23
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We're in the kitchen.
We're in the kitchen,
where we make food for everyone except for you.
We're in the kitchen.
We're in the kitchen,
where we make food for everyone except for you.
This is the fridge -- IT'S COLD!
This is the stove -- IT'S HOT!
This is the sink -- IT'S WET!
This is the trash -- IT STINKS!
We're in the kitchen.
We're in the kitchen,
where we make food for everyone except for you.
We're in the kitchen.
We're in the kitchen,
where we make food for everyone except for you.
Except we do
make food for you
in the kitchen let me tell you bout it baby-
Mama eats the food.
It goes into her boob.
We're making food for you in the kitchen.
Mama eats the food.
It goes into her boob.
We're making food for you in the kitchen.
We're in the kitchen.
We're in the kitchen,
where we make food for everyone including you!
In the kitchen.
We're in the kitchen,
where we make food for everyone including you!
This is the fridge -- IT'S COLD!
This is the stove -- IT'S HOT! (Don't touch it!)
This is the sink -- IT'S WET!
This is the trash -- IT STINKS!
We're in the kitchen.
We're in the kitchen.
We're in the kitchen.
We're in the kitchen.
Dave Benjoya - guitar, lead vocal, toy- and non-toy piano; Dann Baker - bass, background vocal, lead and fuzz guitars; John Sharples - drums; Julie Weiss, Deike Benjoya - background vocals
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3. |
Bad Father
01:36
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I'm a bad father. I'm a bad father.
I'm a badass father motherfucker.
I'm a bad father. I'm a bad father.
Won't even take the kid to the zoo.
I'm a bad father. I'm a bad father.
I'm a badass father motherfucker.
I'm a bad father. I'm a bad father.
They say Shaft was a bad father too.
I'm a complicated man
and no one understands me but
I like a lot of movies from the seventies.
And the lifestyle that I choose
is throwin back some brews
but baby sure could use some amenities.
I'm the worst father. I'm a cursed father.
I'm a cursing father fuck shit asshole.
I'm an odd father, not the Godfather.
Got no offer that you can not refuse.
I'm a bad father. I'm a bad father.
I'm a badass father motherfucker.
I'm a bad father. I'm a bad father.
They say Shaft was a bad father too.
Dave Benjoya - vocal, tenor guitar, electric piano, double bass
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4. |
WTF (Baby)?
02:12
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What the fuck baby what the fuck?
What the fuck baby what the fuck?
What the fuck baby what the fuck?
What the fuck you want now?
I already fed you
I already changed you
I already sang you a song
I don't think you need a cup of coffee or the bong
What the fuck baby what the fuck?
What the fuck baby what the fuck?
What the fuck baby what the fuck?
What the fuck you want now?
You're still screaming at me
not beaming at me or anything
and I stood you up and I sat you down
and I faced you east and I faced you west
and you're still screaming at me
You're no longer beaming at me (which I liked a lot better)
and it's still pretty cute but maybe give it a rest already.
What the fuck baby what the fuck?
What the fuck baby what the fuck?
What the fuck baby what the fuck?
What the fuck you want now?
Just chill
Just chill
Just chill
I'll take that as a "no"
What the fuck baby what the fuck?
What the fuck baby what the fuck?
What the fuck baby what the fuck?
What the fuck you want now, baby?
What the fuck baby what the fuck?
What the fuck baby what the fuck?
What the fuck baby what the fuck?
What the fuck you want now?
Dave Benjoya - guitar, backwards guitar, lead vocal, trombone, electric piano; Dann Baker - bass; John Sharples - drums; Paula Carino - background vocal; Stefan Zeniuk - tenor sax (recorded at Why a Duck, Brooklyn by Stefan); Gavin Smith - alto sax (recorded at Thin Reed Studio, Brooklyn by Gavin)
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5. |
The Bird
02:30
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Why you flipping your papa the bird?
What did I do to deserve that bird?
And tell me where'd you learn to flip that bird?
I haven't taught that to you yet.
Why you flipping your papa the bird?
What did I do to deserve said bird?
And tell me where'd you learn to flip that bird?
I haven't taught that to you yet.
When you're a teenager
I expect a bird from you
like every day or two
like your papa used to do.
When you're a freemason
you'll learn a secret handshake
that maybe looks a little like this...
Why you flipping your papa the bird?
I wanna take a picture to preserve that bird.
And anyway where did you learn to flip that bird?
I haven't taught that to you yet.
Dave Benjoya - lead vocal, guitar, shaker, background vocal; Dann Baker - bass, background vocal; John Sharples - drums; Phil Glauberzon - piano; Paula Carino - background vocal
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6. |
It's True
01:38
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It's true, it's true, your diaper's full of poo
It's true, it's true, your papa is a Jew
It's true, it's true, no matter what you do,
your diaper's full of poo, your papa is a Jew.
It's true, it's true, my little baby Lu
It's true, it's true, my little Babalu
It's true, it's true, no matter what you do,
your diaper's full of poo
your papa is a Jew
so whatsa matter you?
Even when you're sittin there squirmin
it isn't cause your mama's a German.
She's the one i put my sperm in when we made you.
It's true! We made you!
It's true, it's true, your diaper is brand new.
It's true, it's true, there ain't no number two.
It's true, it's true, no matter what you do,
your diaper is brand new, until it's full of poo,
so whatsa matter you, baby Lu?
Dave Benjoya - guitar, lead vocal, piano, glockenspiel; Dann Baker - bass, background vocal, lead guitar, guitar harmonics; John Sharples - drums; Tim Simmonds - background vocal; Phil Glauberzon - harmonium
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7. |
Eat My Guitar
03:00
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Well we're all impressed
with how quickly you've progressed.
You figured out that guitars are made of wood
and that comes from a plant.
So you think you can eat it, but you can't.
No matter how big you are,
no matter how tough you are,
no matter how hungry you are,
you still can't eat my guitar.
You can eat your shoe
like Charlie Chaplin tried to do
back in the gold rush in black and white.
Those guys were hungry all right.
In a Blondie song
that guy's appetite was mighty strong.
He ate guitars and some cars and bars.
But that guy was from Mars.
No matter how big you are,
no matter how tough you are,
no matter how hungry you are,
you still can't eat my guitar.
If I were paying attention to you biting my guitar
instead of making light of how you're biting my guitar
I would have recognized the poisons that reside in my guitar.
It's very old.
Back in the day,
they made guitars a different way,
with aresenic and mercury and PCBs and lead,
killing all those delicate baby brain cells in your head
and there goes our Nobel Prize.
No matter how big you are,
no matter how strong you are,
no matter how hungry you are,
you still can't eat my guitar.
No matter how big you are,
no matter how determined you are,
no matter how hungry you are,
you still can't eat my guitar.
Brooke Watkins - Accordion; Dave Benjoya - lead vocal, guitar, shaker, wood block, tambourine, organ sequencing; Dann Baker - background vocals
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8. |
Urine America
02:05
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You're just peein'
like any human bein'
like any other bein' might pee
A Tennessean
or a Pomeranian
lifting up his leg beside a tree
Urine! Urine! You're in America!
Urine! Urine! You're in America!
American in your mind
European in your diaper
You're just peein'
like any human bein'
like any other bein' might pee
A North Korean
or a South Korean
in two latrines across the DMZ
Urine! Urine! You're in America!
Urine! Urine! You're in America!
American in your mind
European in your diaper
Dave Benjoya - guitar, lead vocal, piano, trombone; Dann Baker - bass, background vocal; John Sharples - drums; Phil Glauberzon - harmonium; Serge Stanley - tenor sax (recorded at The Kanga Room, Sydney by Serge); Gavin Smith - alto sax (recorded at Thin Reed Studio, Brooklyn by Gavin)
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9. |
Two Peas
01:33
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We're gonna make you some mush.
We're making you a whole lotta mush.
Gonna make you some mush, my baby.
Making you a whole lotta mush!
Like potato mush and zucchini mush
and banana mush and peas.
Like potato mush and zucchini mush
and banana mush and peas.
Well we might have fleas
and smell of cheese
but at least we're like two peas
Two peas in a pod!
Two peas in an iPod™!
Two peas in an Invasion of the Body Snatchers© pod!
Let's drink to peace
Let's eat two peas, at least!
It sounds like pee but it tastes a lot better
We're gonna make you some mush.
We're making you a whole lotta mush.
Making my baby some mush.
She can eat a whole lotta mush!
Like potato mush and zucchini mush
and banana mush and peas.
Like potato mush and zucchini mush
and banana mush and peas.
Two peas in a pod!
Two peas in an iPod™!
Two peas in an Invasion of the Body Snatchers© pod!
Dave Benjoya - guitar, lead vocal, tambourine; Dann Baker - bass, shout; John Sharples - drums; Tim Simmonds - background vocal; Phil Glauberson - shout; Stefan Zeniuk - tenor sax (recorded at Why a Duck, Brooklyn by Stefan).
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10. |
Squeaky Giraffe
02:17
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The squeaky giraffe, it's your favorite toy.
Biting the head of the squeaky giraffe.
The squeaky giraffe, it's your favorite toy.
Biting the head of the squeaky giraffe.
The big ugly bug with the crinkly wings.
You used to like that, now you've got better taste.
The blue butterfly and the little felt airplane
don't have the flavor of the squeaky giraffe.
But now you just wanna bite the corn rattle
and now you just wanna bite the carrot rattle
and now you just wanna throw the polar bear rattle to the floor.
And you don't love the squeaky giraffe no more.
The squeaky giraffe was your favorite toy.
You were so young you didn't know what a giraffe was.
And you still don't know how to make the thing squeak
and you're biting the head of the squeaky giraffe.
Dave Benjoya - vocal, guitar, kantele; Tim Simmonds - background vocal; Brooke Watkins - accordion; Luna Benjoya - gurgle, coo
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