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Junkie Stole My Thesis
03:35
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Junkie Stole My Thesis
Professor, we have a situation here
I went out for just one beer
This all happened on a Thursday night
I never left it out of my sight
All I had was a drink or two
Now I don’t know what to do
'Coz the junkie stole my thesis
He snapped my doctoral work
I had a copy on my laptop
Now it´s gone, shame on that jerk
It wasn’t dog who ate it
No stupid niece who baked it
It was the drug addict who stole it
I'm gonna hang myself high
I'm gonna hang myself high
Professor, you know all that pain
I had to suffer for the past few years
The process almost drove me insane
All the pressure from you and peers
I relaxed with a drink or two
Who can tell me now what to do
'Coz the junkie stole my thesis
He snapped my doctoral work
I had a copy on my laptop
Now it´s gone, shame on that jerk
It wasn’t dog who ate it
No stupid niece who baked it
It was the drug addict who stole it
I'm gonna hang myself high
I'm gonna hang myself high
Of course I had a second copy
On a standard memory stick
But after ten tequilas, or so
All the lemon and salt to lick
I somehow lost my memory
I somehow lost the stick
'Coz the junkie stole my thesis
Sold my laptop for a trip or two
Sold my laptop for a trip
Professor, I'll have to start all over
With my doctoral work
I need another four years or so
All thanks to that bloody jerk
The Junkie stole my doctoral thesis
He snatched my masters thesis
He ran away with my bachelor thesis
The junkie stole my doctoral thesis
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Pimp My slides
03:45
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Pimp My Slides
Twenty four hours before my next show
Can't really afford, to score this time low
Right on my desktop, over three hundred slides
And I must find the one where the true message hides
I pimp my slides, I pimp my slides
I make the perfect presentation
Something old and something new
I need now all the inspiration
To impress the people, the consultants of the world
Hour by hour, the heat's getting on
Crackberry beeping, the same old song
No time for lunch - we just can't lose
At the end of the pimping, just give me some booze
I pimp my slides, I pimp my slides
I make the perfect presentation
Something old and something new
I need now all the inspiration
To impress the people, the consultants of the world
It's almost midnight, just eight hours of time
My eyes are running slideshow, I can't run or hide
Copy-pasting graphics, adding some words
How can I succeed to impress all of these jerks
I pimp my slides, I pimp my slides
Pimped through slides in hundreds, to make the final ten
My girlfriend wonders, shall I finish and when
Making Gates richer, by using Powerpoint
I'm a total wreck now, I need a heavy joint
I pimp my slides, I pimp my slides
I make the perfect presentation
Something old and something new
I need now all the inspiration
To impress the people, the consultants of the world
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Fruit Shaped Ass
03:08
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Fruit Shaped Ass
The place where the sun don't shine
Asses come in various shapes
It's our heritage from monkeys and apes
I love all those badass babes
Whose bottoms are captured on video tapes
It's the fruit shaped ass
The one you can't pass
Peach and orange and apple - you name it
The place where the sun don't shine
We used to crawl on all four limbs
We chose our partners, no need for pimps
We just kept selecting the fruit shape bottom
Which wasnt even covered with cotton
It's the fruit shaped ass
The one you can't pass
The forbidden fruit - the one Adam bit
The place where the sun don't shine
One day humans stepped up on their feet
You could hear a thousand heart beat
When they felt the obvious heat
Having fruit shaped asses lying on the beach
It's the fruit shaped ass
The one you can't pass – makes us hazy
Peach and orange and apple
The place where the sun don't shine
Vegetables, “eat them”, thats what mama told
Green leaves, root beets, but I ain't sold
I hate veggies, vegetable shaped ass
Cabbage is the worst, I will always pass
It's the fruit shaped ass
The one you can't pass
The forbidden fruit - the one Adam bit
The place where the sun don't shine
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Loving Evil People
04:22
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Loving Evil People
It all starts at kindergarten age
Children fighting, showing hate and rage
Pushing others, to reach the skies
Acting like from “Lord of Flies”
Loving evil people
Loving evil people
The more they hurt, it's inspiration
It's just like flirt, it's preparation
For the great destination of loving evil people
Loving evil people
High school, army, college times
Always the rat, always the mice
Someone stabbing, pushing you down
Making you suffer, without a sound
Loving evil people
Loving evil people
The more they hurt, it's inspiration
It's just like flirt, it's preparation
For the great destination of loving evil people
Loving evil people
Evil lives in you and me
She's so clever, we hardly can see
Thats why I say all words so bad
Thats what makes our lives sometimes so sad
Loving evil people
Loving evil people
The more they hurt, it's inspiration
It's just like flirt, it's preparation
For the great destination of loving evil people
Loving evil people
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5. |
Eternal Diet
02:22
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Eternal Diet
Yesterday mommy went to shop with her teenage daughter
“Oh mommy, mommy, now you gotta stop!
No candy, no beer, just water”
On eternal diet, lose a kilo or two
Follow funny programs and get the kilos back soon
Mirrors make, her look so fat and so do photos too
Gotta work, gotta work with that Photoshop
To delete a kilo or two
On eternal diet, lose a kilo or two
Follow funny programs and get the kilos back soon
Hi carb, lo carb, Atkinson
On eternal diet, lose a kilo or two
Follow funny programs and get the kilos back soon
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6. |
Chicken & Egg
03:17
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Chicken & Egg
Hi there, I am the chicken
This is my good friend, the Egg (he´s got a good friend, the egg)
We don't know exactly where do we come from
But I know who was first
Of course it was me, Egg
Appearing on earth first (he came on earth first)
It took another five days before my cover burst
And I turned into the chicken
The chicken and the egg are the best of friends
Who was there before, shall we ever know?
In a way - oh, in a way, who cares?
No, no, oh my dear egg friend
You got it all now wrong (he´s got it all now wrong)
Who on earth could have made you unless I was here first
And then my bottom burst
The chicken and the egg are the best of friends
Who was there before, shall we ever know?
There must be someone out there who cares
Hi there, I am the Chicken
This is my good friend, the Egg (he´s got a good friend, the egg)
We don't know exactly where do we come from
But we know who was first
Everybody wonders where do we all come from
What was there before there was nothing
Will we ever know (will we ever know)
Will we ever know (will we ever know)
In a way - oh, in a way, who cares?
The chicken and the egg are the best of friends
Who was there before, shall we ever know?
In a way - oh, in a way, who cares?
Maybe someone does, a-ha
Maybe someone does, a-ha
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Cherry-picker
05:10
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CHERRY-PICKER
Jeremiah the cherry-picker
Lived his life in an odd and strange way
He always aimed for something bigger
Not caring what the others say
No wife, no house, no carry baggage
Just girlfriends, odd jobs, rented flats and
Jeremiah tried to have the cake and eat it too
But you can't have the cake and eat it too
On one sunny April afternoon
Jeremiah walked in cherry fields
Put in his mouth two dozen cherries
Then he choked and fell and died
Jeremiah tried to have the cake and eat it too
But you can't have the cake and eat it too
Jeremiah the cherry-picker
Lived his life in an odd and strange way
He always aimed for something bigger
Not caring what the others say
No wife, no house, no carry baggage
Just girlfriends, odd jobs, rented flats and
Jeremiah tried to have the cake and eat it too
But you can't have the cake and eat it too
They say he used those other people 'round him
He didn’t care, even didn’t love himself
How can you think you have a real life
Not even loving yourself
But Jeremiah tried to have a life so full he could
And maybe he did, who knows, maybe he did
I wanna be like this cherry-picker
To live my life in a real special way
I want to aim for something bigger
Not caring what the others say
No wife, no child, no carry baggage
Just girlfriends, odd jobs, rented flats and
I want to have the cake and I want to eat it too
Yes, I can have the cake and eat it too
Eat it too
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Blood On The Snow
02:41
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Blood on the Snow
Once I had a friend
Her name was Ryan-Marie Becker
We met after skiing in Pub Mofo
But she was a trouble maker
Everybody loved her
The smile and her funny stories
But she was a trouble maker
Oo, she was a trouble maker
Blood on the snow
Blood on the snow
Blood on the snow snow snow snow snow
Red blood on the white powder snow
Then we saw the day
When she met Mechanic called Mikey
She drove him totally crazy
Always leaving open the doors
She kept on partying wildly
Staying out 'til five in the morning
But she was a trouble maker
Oo, she was a trouble maker
Blood on the snow
Blood on the snow
Blood on the snow snow snow snow snow
Red blood on the white powder snow
Once I had a friend
Her name was Ryan-Marie Becker
We met after skiing at Farinet
But she was a trouble maker
Now Mike the Mechanic loves her
They have a chalet next to Medran
She is no more trouble maker
Oo, she is no more trouble maker
I said she is no more trouble maker
Blood on the snow
Blood on the snow
Blood on the snow snow snow snow snow
Red blood on the white powder snow
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Border-Joe
04:08
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Border-Joe
40 years of service, a few to go
He's our hero, Border-Joe
Keeping guard, to keep us fine
Day and night and rain or shine
Checking goods, stopping trucks
Watching a thousand faces cross
Goods crossing borders
Smugglers, crooks and wicked dudes
Be aware 'coz Border-Joe is there.
Standing at the border post two more years, at the most
Face the border hero on call, who once will save us all
Just two weeks left at the border post
Joe cannot dismiss, feeling something's amiss
Stopping the truck he checks it's load
Comes across a dirty bomb
Dirty bomb crossing borders
Smugglers, crooks and wicked dudes
Be aware 'coz Border Joe is there
Standing at the border post two more years, at the most
Face the border hero on call, who once will save us all
Last day on the job, it´s party time
Speeches, medals and Joe feels fine
Three pm, two hours to go
A shot is heard
A single shot, a sniper job
Kills poor Joe - revenge of the mob
The hero who saved us all
Smugglers, crooks and wicked dudes
Be aware 'coz Border Joe is there
Standing at the border post two more years, at the most
Face the border hero on call, who once will save us all
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TPE-Generation
03:09
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TPE Generation
Our history is mad
Some parts of it real sad
But luckily thats gone
New future can be sung
TPE's
We are the perfect Europeans
Leaving all bad things behind
Super-integration, Euro-penetration
We are the TPE Generation
Brussels' crazy rules
Those bureacracy fools
Tell you what to do
Too often without a clue (C'mon and shout)
But we don’t care
We are the perfect Europeans
Leaving all bad things behind
Super-integration, Euro-penetration
We are the TPE Generation, sí, sí, sí
Cooking like a Brit
Driving like the French
Sober as the Irish
Discreet as a Dane
Hot European girls
German, Croatian, Polish, Italian pearls
My current one is great
The beauty from - The Ukraine – ta da da
From Spain
My perfect Euro Girl
TPE's
TPE's
TPE generation (C'mon)
We are the perfect Europeans
Super-integration, Euro-penetration
We are the
TPE's
TPE's
TPE's
TPE generation
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King´s Skull
04:13
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King's Skull
Early eighteen hundreds, there was a bloody fight
Scottish army and the Xhosas fighting for their lives
Hintsa, King of Xhosas, shot down by a Scot
His head was cut from torso - Africa had lost
Return the skull of King Hintsa
Find the two white ponies - find the two white donkeys
Return the skull of King Hintsa
Somewhere in the Highlands, that is where the skull lies
The hurricane spirit on empty TV screen
Telling Chief Ngaelica where the skull has been
Return the skull of King Hintsa
Waiting all these years for the bravest man
Return the skull of King Hintsa
A man that has no fears, whose attitude is “can”
Chief then flew to Scotland, in Europe far away
Looked for donkeys, looked for ponies, when someone said him “Hey”
Let's search inside this garden, a skull was seen in here
A yellow one, a hole on side - we found it, time to cheer
Return the skull of King Hintsa
Find the two white ponies - find the two white donkeys
Return the skull of King Hintsa
Somewhere in the Highlands, that is where the skull lies
Tribal remains were stolen, by people far up north
Studied and stored in museums, without a permit by their owner
Return the skull of King Hintsa
It's time to return all items to place where they belong
Return the skull of King Hintsa
Oh, it's time to see the day when Africa has won
Return the skull of King Hintsa
Find the two white ponies - find the two white donkeys
Return the skull of King Hintsa
Somewhere in the Highlands, that is where the skull lies
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Xmas On Canary Island
04:30
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Xmas on Canary Islands
We can't wait 'til the wheels are in air
The best time of winter, sitting soon in beach chair
In fact we have waited for the whole year
Time to change on again the island gear
It´s beach, it´s sun, it´s ocean waves
It´s golf course, strip clubs, and it's cool, hot babes
It´s young, it's old, it's families
Every night the drunken one in karaoke sings
"It´s Xmas time on Canary islands again"
We come here every Xmas, I know
We dislike the white and we really hate the snow
Brown sand, green grass, blue water, great show
Santa wouldn't find here, we´re laughing “ho ho ho”
Sometimes I get tired of all them drunks
All those loud Swedish punks
Sometimes I wish I had one Xmas at home
Quiet, peaceful, reading a poem
Twelve months gone and the wheels are down
Bells they jingle the good ol' sound
Lost on island, all hope gone
We are cursed, here comes the sun
It´s beach, it´s sun, it´s ocean waves
It´s golf course, strip clubs, and it's cool, hot babes
It´s young, it's old, it's families
Every night the drunken one in karaoke sings
"It´s Xmas time on Canary islands again"
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