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Lampshade

A Western Harvest Field by Moonlight, Mellow Gold import

Let's Go Moon Some Cars

Fresh Meat and Old Slabs

Little Drum Machine Boy

Just Say Noel

Lord Only Knows

Odelay

Loser

Mellow Gold

Lampshade

i don't want no cryin

all upon my sleeve

i just want somebody

who got no place to be

you call me up on tuesday

i'll be stuck on sunday night

lookin for some good things

to make me feel alright

when i snap my fingers

when i walk the line

when i get my money

i'll be killin time

time is killin something

it's just to small to care

runnin through the jungle

lookin for your hair

someone's talkin backwards

lookin for a fight

puttin on a lampshade

cuz you're shinin way too bright

i don't want no cryin

i don't want no pain

i don't want no lonesome life

on a broken train

Let's Go Moon Some Cars

Let's go moon some cars

Yeah, let's go moon some cars

Yeah, let's go moon some cars, my friend

Let's go moon some cars

Let's go steal some beer

Yeah, let's go steal some beer

Yeah, let's go steal some beer, my friend

Let's go steal some beer

Let's go set something on fire

Yeah, let's go set something on fire

Yeah, let's go set something on fire, my friend

Let's go set something on fire

Let's go shoot some pigs

Yeah, let's go shoot some pigs

Yeah, let's go shoot some pigs, my friend

Let's go shoot some pigs

Let's go steal some beer

Let's go steal some beer, my friend

Let's go steal some beer

(assorted hooting and wailing)

Little Drum Machine Boy

[holiday robot funk noise]: Baruch Atah Adonei Elohenu Melech Ha Olom

Aww yeah

That's the holiday--

Rum-pum-pum-pump

--that's the--

BIIII YATCH--

holiday robot funk!

Rum-pum-pum-pump, Rum-pum-pum-pump.

Baruch Atah Adonei Elohenu Melech Ha Olom

right about now, we're gonna drop some--

Rum-pum-pum-pump--Hanukkah science.

yeah uh, uh, this is it...

I press a button make the gentlemen cry,

I rock a beat to make the hamburger fry,

and I funk this joint and shake that holiday gear

the system boomin' strictly Pioneer, under the rear, bringin' a tear

aww la lal waa

Baruch Atah Adonei Elohenu Melech Ha Olom {x4}

I turn it out in a holiday mode,

safe like a seatbelt in a Volvo,

keepin' it real like a spray-snow tree

we'll shut it down, harmoniously, rockin' softly, 8/0/8 beats.

pimpin' is his game

I get the shit lit like a menorah

this funk's so illegal I think I might need a lawyer

I'm not a firestarter, but my beats gets hotter

get 'em out like an allowance, footwear, I rock with New Balance

Hanukkah pimps on it, check.

check the mic, I rock the pimp

no sweat

meals are mackin', tracks jackin'

ejaculating like buffet tables and record labels

willin' and able, to bring my funk in the place it needs be

lifestyles of the slick and sleazy

spin 'em around, play around, like a dreidel

kinda science that puts ya back into the cradle

oh my shit, sometimes this track is so poignant

somebody please pass me some kinda ointment

put these rhymes together like a thief

clear up your nose like a eucalyptus leaf

droppin' science so you don't even know what hit ya

next thing you know you're 13 gettin' a Bar Mitzvah

pimpin' is his game

Baruch Atah Adonei Elohenu Melech Ha Olom {x4}

pimpin' is his game

Elohenu Melech Ha Olom

Baruch Atah Adonei Elohenu Melech Ha Olom {x4}

I get down, I get down, I get down all the way

yeah

yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

wo-ooooooh

I get down, i get down, I get down all the way {x8}

HANNUKAH PIMP {x21}

PIMPIN'

MENORAH

Lord Only Knows

AHHRRRRHHHH!!!

you only got one finger left, and it's pointing at the door,

and your taking for granted, what the lords laid on the floor,

so i'm picking up the pieces and i'm puttin' them up for sale,

throw your meal ticket out the window, put your skeletons in jail

cause lord only knows it's gettin' late

the censors are gone, so don't you hesistate,

give yourself a call, letcha' bottom dollars fall

throwin your two bit cares down the drain.

invite me to the seven seas, watch some seasick man.

you'll do whatever you please, and i'll do whatever i can.

titanic fare thee well, my eyes are turning pink

don't call us when the new age, gets old enough to drink,

cause lord only knows it's getting late,

your censors are gone so don't you hesitate,

move on up the hill, theres nothing there, left to kill,

throwin' your two bit cares down the drain...

yeah...

órale

just passin' through...

órale

órale...........

dYow!

goin' back to houston, do the hot dog dance,

goin' back to houston, to get me some pants.............