Primus - Sailing The Seas Of Cheese lyrics
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Tracks 01. Seas Of Cheese
02. Here Come The Bastards 03. Sgt. Baker 04. American Life 05. Jerry Was A Race Car Driver 06. Eleven 07. Is It Luck? 08. Grandad's Little Ditty 09. Tommy The Cat 10. Sathington Waltz 11. Those Damned Blue Collar Tweekers 12. Fish On (Fisherman Chronicles, Chapter II) 13. Los Bastardos 01. Seas Of Cheese Music by Primus Lyrics by Les Claypool
When the going gets tough
And the stomach 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 02. Here Come The Bastards Music by Primus Lyrics by Les Claypool, Tim Alexander, Larry LaLonde
Here they come
Here come the bastards I heard it from a confident Who heard it form a confidant They're definitely on their way There's one with this idea Something about a hammer head shark Nosehairs and flatus Best keep your distance because Here they come here come the bastards Bury your head deep in the sand Anonymity is a virtue in this day and age Amazing hand dexterity Flagrant misuse of security Better run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run Here they come Here they come Here they come Here they come Here they come Here they come Here they come Here they come Here they come Here they come Here they come Here they come Here they come Here they come Here they come Here they come Here they come Here they come Here they come Here they come Here they come Here they come Here they come Here they come 03. Sgt. Baker Music by Primus Lyrics by Les Claypool, Tim Alexander, Todd Huth, Larry LaLonde
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 own philosophy Strip you of your self-integrity To make you all just a bit like me I said right, left, right, left Sgt. Baker here again And if you calls me Puddin' Tame I'll stomp you down, boy Steers and Queers Steers and Queers Where you come from There's just Steers and Queers And you ain't got no horns, boy Yes sir, yes sir I will rape your personality Pummel you with my own philosophy Strip you of your self-integrity I said right, left, right, left Right, left, right, left One, two! 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 said right, left, right, left Right, left, right, left Right, left, right, left I said right, left, right, left 04. American Life Music by Primus Lyrics by Les Claypool, Tim Alexander, Larry LaLonde
In a town in southernmost Sicily
Lived a family too proud to be poor In the year that fever took father away They hastened for American shores Now a mother and her son are standing in line It's a cold day on Ellis Isle And they look to the Statue of Liberty For the boy we have American Life Ong is a Laotian refugee He works in the audio trade The smoke from flux is filling his lungs He's earning minimum wage Spending spare time down on San Pablo ave Once a week gets a woman for the night And he writes home tales of prosperity For the boy we have American Life For the boy we have American Life Bob is an unemployed veteran Born and bred in the South Bronx He's living off the streets down in east L.A. Residing in a cardboard box Now he plays a little guit and he has a small dog Searching for aluminum cans And he hold on tight to his dignity He was born into American Life He was born into American Life He was born into American Life 05. Jerry Was A Race Car Driver Music by Primus Lyrics by Les Claypool
Fire it up man!
Jerry was a race car driver He drove so goddamn fast Never did win no checkered flag But he never did come in last Jerry was a race car driver He'd say "El Sob number one" With a Bocephus sticker on his 442 He'd light 'em up just for fun Ah Ah Captain Pierce was a fireman Richmond engine #3 I'll be a wealthy man when I get a dime For all the things that man had taught to me Captain Pierce was a strong man Strong as any man alive Stuck in his craw That made him retire At the age of 65 Ah Ah Go! Dog will hunt! Ah Ah Jerry was a race car driver 22 years old One too many cold beers one night And wrapped himself around a telephone pole Go 06. Eleven Music by Primus Lyrics by Les Claypool, Tim Alexander, Larry LaLonde
I just can't seem to blend into society
I have no hope for this dim simplicity Of law and order By whose rules I see no rhyme in the reason I hold no hope for this holy treason Of love and so soft By whose standards? By whose standards? They tell me They tell me They tell me They tell me They tell me They tell me They tell me All lies Who is they? I just can't seem to fit into society I hold no hope for this dim simplicity Of law and order By whose rules? I see no rhyme in the reason I hold no hope for this treason of love and so soft By whose standards? By my standards They tell me They tell me They tell me They tell me They tell me They tell me They tell me All lies Who is they? 07. Is It Luck? Music by Primus Lyrics by Les Claypool, Larry LaLonde, Tim Alexander
My socks and shoes always match
Is it Luck? There's a foot at the end of each of my legs Is it Luck? I can play my bass for you Is it Luck? Some gals like to kiss my face Is it luck? Is it luck? Is it luck? Is it luck? Is it luck? Is it luck? Is it luck? Is it luck, luck, luck? Well is it? There was food inside your mouth today Is it Luck? Your barber cuts your hair just so Is it Luck? When the taste of sex is on your lips Is it luck? Is it luck? Is it luck? Is it luck? Is it luck? Is it luck? Is it luck? Is it luck? Well is it? Cyanide works oh so fast Is it Luck? Polyester makes you sweat Is it Luck? If a graham cracker gets you off Is it Luck Love, Love? Is it luck? Is it luck? Is it luck? Is it luck? Is it luck? Is it luck? Is it luck? Is it luck? Well is it? She said she wanted my body And not my mind So I showed her my dictionary To show the words that I know And from not what I examined I can be how loquacious When I set my mind down to it But she wasn't impressed Oh no no no no no no no She wasn't impressed at all She whispered in my ear She whispered in my ear She said, "do you want to get lucky, little boy?" Oh, I smiled I smiled and I said, "Is it luck?" Is it luck? Is it luck? Is it luck? Is it luck? Is it luck? Is it luck? Luck Luck Luck Luck Luck Luck Luck Luck Is it luck? Is it luck? Is it luck? Is it luck? 08. Grandad's Little Ditty Music by Primus Lyrics by Les Claypool
As I stand in the shower
Singing opera and such Pondering the possibility that I Pull the pud too much There's a scent that fills the air Is it flatus? Just a touch And it makes me think of you 09. Tommy The Cat Music by Primus Lyrics by Les Claypool, Larry LaLonde, Tim Alexander, Todd Huth
Well, I remember it as though it were a meal ago
Said Tommy the Cat as he reeled back to clear whatever foreign matter may have nestled its way into his mighty throat Many a fat alley rat had met its demise while staring point blank down the cavernous barrel of this awesome prowling machine Truly a wonder of nature this urban predator Tommy the Cat had many a story to tell But it was a rare occasion such as this that he did Well, she came slidin' down the alleyway like butter drippin' off a hot biscuit The aroma, the mean scent, was enough to arouse suspicion in even the oldest of the tigers that hung around the hot spot in those days The sight was beyond belief Many a head snapped for double - even triple - takes as this vivacious feline made her way into the delta of the alleyway where the most virile of the young tabbies were known to hang out They hung in droves. Such a multitude of masculinity could only be found in one place And that was O'Malley's Alley The air was thick with cat calls No pun intended But not even a muscle in her neck did twitch as she sauntered up into the heart of the alley She knew what she wanted She was lookin' for that stud bull, she was lookin' for that he-cat And that was me Tommy the Cat is my name And I say unto thee Say baby do you wanna lay down with me Say baby do you wanna lay down by my side Hey baby do you wanna lay down with me Say baby Say baby Say baby do you wanna lay down with me Say baby do you wanna lay down by my side Hey baby do you wanna lay down with me Say baby Say baby Say baby do you wanna lay down with me Say baby do you wanna lay down by my side Hey baby do you wanna lay down with me Say b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-baby Say baby do you wanna lay down with me Say baby do you wanna lay down by my side Hey baby do you wanna lay down with me Say baby Say baby Say baby do you wanna lay down with me Say baby do you wanna lay down by my side Hey baby do you wanna lay down with me Say baby Say baby Say baby do you wanna lay down with me Say baby do you wanna lay down by my side Hey baby do you wanna lay down with me Say baby Say baby Say baby do you wanna lay down with me Say baby do you wanna lay down by my side Hey baby do you wanna lay down with me Say baby Say baby 10. Sathington Waltz Music by Primus
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11. Those Damned Blue Collar Tweekers Music by Primus Lyrics by Les Claypool, Tim Alexander, Larry LaLonde
I've seen them out at Soco
They're pounding sixteen penny nails The truckers on the interstate Have been known to ride the rails The sweat is beating on the brow Can't keep these fellas down 'Cause those damned blue-collared tweekers Are runnin' this here town I knew a man who hung drywall He hung it mighty quick A trip or two to the blue room Would help him do the trick His foreman would pat him on the back Whenever he would come around 'Cause these dammed blue-collar tweekers Are beloved in this here town Now the union boys are there To protect us from all the corporate type While curious George's drug patrol Is out here hunting snipe Now they try to tell me different But you know I ain't no clown 'Cause those damned blue-collar tweekers Are the backbone of this town Now the flame that burns twice as bright Burns only half as long My eyes are growing weary As I finalize this song So sit back and have a cup o' joe And watch the wheels go round 'Cause those damned blue-collar tweekers Have always run this town 12. Fish On (Fisherman Chronicles, Chapter II) Music by Primus Lyrics by Les Claypool, Larry LaLonde, Tim Alexander
Felt a pang late one afternoon
I was fishin' off Muir beach With Larry LaLonde Grabbed a tuna salad sandwich And I started to chew Pretty soon Ler's yellin Fish on Fish on I was just a little pup And it was derby day Was dad and me and Darrell Out in San Pablo bay Taco flavored Doritos And my orange life vest Dad caught a hundred pound sturgeon On twenty-pound test Now he fought that fish for an hour And a half Darrell'd say "Jump ya sons a bitch!" And he grabbed for the gaff When we got him in the boat He measured six feet long I was so danged impressed I had To write a song called Fish on T'was a bright and sunny day It was me and Todd Huth Fishin' shark & Stingray Out of Bohuas Lagoon Well hey, hey, hey I'll be screwed, Blued and tatooed Looks like I got me one of them fish on Fish on 13. Los Bastardos Music by Les Claypool, Larry LaLonde, Tim Alexander
You bastard
Here they come, here they come, here they come, here they come, here they come, here they come, here they come, here they come, here they come, here they come, here they come, here they come, here they come, here they come, here they come, here they come, here they come, here they come, here they come, here they come, here they come, here they come, here they come, here they come, here they come (Shut up you bastards), here they come (You bastards), here they come (Shut up you bastards), here they come (He's a bastard), Here they come, here they come (Shut up you bastards), Here they come, here they come, Shut up you bastards, shut up you bastards Shut up you bastards You just called me a bastard didn't you? These guys are freaks, man |