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She’s outta the bag, she’s got your tongue
She’s got nine lives, but a bitch ain’t one
She crossed your path, she’s draggin’ you in
She’s a feisty feline, don’t know where she’s been
Fuck the dog, he ain’t worth a wag
Here kitty kitty come on out of the bag
The Kitty comes a-runnin’ when she hears the sound
She ain’t pussyfootin’, we ain’t pussyfootin’ around
Around, around, around, around, around, around, around
Well we ain’t pussyfootin’
We ain’t pussyfootin’ around
She’s always prowlin’ in the street, always lands on her feet
She always comes back when she’s in heat
Go ask Fred Penner, ask Conway Twitty
There’s more than one way to skin a kitty
Fuck the dog, he ain’t worth a wag
Here kitty kitty come on out of the bag
The Kitty comes a-runnin’ when she hears the sound
She ain’t pussyfootin’, we ain’t pussyfootin’ around
Well the Kitty comes a-runnin’ when she hears the sound
Well the Kitty comes a-runnin’ when she hears the sound
Well the Kitty comes a-runnin’ when she hears the sound
She ain’t pussyfootin’, we ain’t pussyfootin’ around
Around, around, around, around, around, around, around
Well we ain’t pussyfootin’
We ain’t pussyfootin’ around
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Play Like A Motherfucker
03:28
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Am I the girlfriend or the groupie? No, I’m the star of the show
Before you make an ass of you and me there’s something you should know
I got my shit covered, don’t need you to explain
Check that marquee out front, does that look like my name?
And did you think I play these drums with my tits?
I’ll smack you like the kick drum on all of my hits
Cuz there’s guys like you all over the world
Who come up and say you’re pretty good for a girl
But I don’t play like a girl, I don’t play like a boy
I just play like a motherfucker
A girl walks into bar and she starts settin up her stuff
And then a guy comes over and says, “Do you need any help”
And she says, “Sure, yeah, could you maybe get me a beer?”
And he laughs and says, “No honey, I meant with your gear”
The sound guy starts turning all the knobs on her amp
Tellin her how to use a mic so there’s no feedback
The promoter says “Great you’re the girlfriend, are you doing the merch?
And can you work the door tonight while you sell their t-shirts?”
And the other band comes up after the show and says,
“We weren’t gonna stay for your whole set, we were planning to go
But hey we like your style, you sure rock those pearls
You’re actually pretty good, you play pretty good for a girl”
But I don’t play like a girl, I don’t play like a boy
I just play like a motherfucker
You can rock out with your cock out
You can jam out with your clam out
You can punk out with your junk out
You can screech out with your peach out
But I don’t play like a girl, I don’t play like a boy
I just play like a motherfucker
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Everybody’s somebody’s asshole
No matter how nice you try to be
You can think you’re acting just like an angel
And you can still be
An asshole to me
Everybody’s somebody’s asshole
No matter what you try to do
You’re gonna rub someone the wrong way
And that same someone might say too
That the asshole is you
Dalai Llama, Malala, and Gandhi too
Jesus C, Mother T, MLK Jun.
Oh yeah, nice dudes
But if you look hard enough then you might find
That they were an asshole to someone sometime
Oh yeah, it’s true
Everybody’s somebody’s asshole
No matter how nice you try to be
Now here we are, all crowded in the same bar
Hopefully this won’t be one of those nights where you see
That the asshole is me
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4. |
Good For You
03:23
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Hey, nice set, I’ve got a question for you
Are you a full-time musician or do you have a real job too?
How much do you get paid? How often do you get laid?
You’re so good at what you do, so stick with it, good for you
Hey there, good pickin’, is that a Gretsch or a Gibson?
Of course, I knew that. Me, I play a Strat
Wanna see a picture of my jamspace?
My nephew’s in a band, he plays the bass
His name is Jim, do you know him?
By the way, that’s a sweet amp, what kind of tubes do you use?
That output transformer on it looks pretty huge!
My buddy was the guitar tech for the Tragically Hip,
I could introduce him to you and the rest of the crew
Good for you, good for you
Cuz you do what you love and you love what you do
Good for you, good for you
Cuz you do what you love and you love what you do
You do what you love and you love what you do
Do what you love and you love what you do
Do what you love and you love what you do
Good for you
Hey, good show, looked like you were having fun up there
You’re not finished are you? But we just got here!
You’re all really talented but can I give you some advice?
If you keep playing what you’re playing, this party’s gonna die
My friends just wanna dance can you play something we know?
Like ACDC or CCR, can you add it to your show?
How come you’re not famous, why haven’t I heard of you before?
You should totally play Coachella or the Commodore
Good for you, good for you
Cuz you do what you love and you love what you do
Good for you, good for you
Cuz you do what you love and you love what you do
You do what you love and you love what you do
Do what you love and you love what you do
Do what you love and you love what you do
Stick with it!
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5. |
No Fun City
03:36
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Me and The Rooster were playing on Saturday night
Down at the local bar on the East side
We were bringing down the house and they were screaming for more
Dancing like Kevin Bacon in 1984
Just when I was popping my rock n’ roll boner
A man tapped me on the shoulder, told me he was the owner
He said, “You need a license for dancing in here
So could you tell all these people to get back in their chairs?”
In no fun city, no fun city, no fun city
A few people never hurt anyone
Why write a law that sucks, up all the fun
In no fun city, no fun city, no fun city
Went to cabaret to see the Demon Squadron play
It was Friday night and packed as tight as a Tokyo subway
The band was smoking hotter than the surface of the sun
The crowd was blowing up like the Challenger One
At 10pm the venue pulled the plug on the show
They said we got to make room for the disco, let’s go
And as they cleared the room and hustled us out the door
We saw a DJ spinning to an empty dance floor
In no fun city, no fun city, no fun city
Why kick everyone when the night has just begun?
Sure you make more money but it sure ain’t no fun
In no fun city, no fun city, no fun city
There’s a story I’ve been hearing again and again
About a guy who moves to the heart of East Van
He heard the neighbourhood was good and vibrant and hip
So he got a flat above a bar right down on the strip
Soon the music and the laughter it made him uptight
Till he learned how to make it stop, he called the cops every night
Now that bar has a decibel meter they keep waving around
Cuz if we have a good time they get a fine, so we’ve got to keep it down
In no fun city, no fun city, no fun city
There are so many places you could live under the sun
So why would you move here when you’re no fun?
In no fun city, no fun city, no fun city
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Sexsomnia Intro
00:34
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We all sleep. Most of us have sex. But some of us have sex while we're sleeping, although we appear to be wide awake.
This condition is called Sexsomnia, or sleep sex. Little is known about this mysterious phenomenon. But for some, the shadowy world of Sexsmonia
Is a dark and fearful place.
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Sexsomnia
03:21
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Roll over baby, I’ve got some business with you
Cuz I’m dreaming of you lover and I’m underneath the covers with you
Slide over baby, what we gonna do
Cuz it’s the middle of the night I need a little lovin’ right now with you
I’m lying here next to you
But is it a dream or am I coming to?
Sexsomnia (I’m a creep when I sleep)
Sexsomnia (I’m a creep when I sleep)
Sexsomnia, Sexsomnia, Sexsomnia
Roll over baby, what you tryin to do?
Cuz I’m tossing and a-turning and a-lusting and a-burning for you
Slide over baby, what you wanna do?
Cuz I’m up for getting down so don’t stop turn around, love me too
I’m lying here next to you
But is it a dream or am I coming to?
Sexsomnia (I’m a creep when I sleep)
Sexsomnia (I’m a creep when I sleep)
Sexsomnia, Sexsomnia, Sexsomnia
Sexsomnia, Sexsomnia, Sexsomnia
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8. |
Relationshit
03:17
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We’re spicing things up, we’re getting into S&M
He goes to sleep and I masturbate next to him
The pullout method’s all we use for protection
I sleep on the pullout couch when he gets an erection
You gotta deal with your relationshit
You gotta deal with your relationshit
We’re a hot couple looking for a third who’s discreet
There’s no sex involved, you just decide where we eat
Love don’t come easy, it’s a game of give and take
I’ll give you a handjob if you take out the trash for me
You gotta deal with your relationshit
You gotta deal with your relationshit
While you were gone I watched all of season 3
Don’t get mad baby, it’s just inVIDelity
I slept with someone on the road cuz I needed I bed
Don’t call it cheating, call it AirPnV instead
You gotta deal with your relationshit
You gotta deal with your relationshit
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9. |
Country Porno Party
02:42
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Tonight there’s a party, it’s a real special bash
Hosted by Fuck Owens and Johnny Gash
The Lixie Dicks and Loretta Skin
Were playing strip tac toe with Skank Williams
Engorged Jones and Slammy Whynot
Were riding dirty on the mower doing tequila shots
Pounds Van Zandt did Emmylou Bareass
Jizz Jizzstoferson looked on from the terrace
Down in Nashville all the big stars go
From the Grand Ol’ Opry to the country porno
It’s a country porno party, party party tonight
It’s a country porno party, party party tonight
It’s a country porno party, it’s a country porno party alright!
Girth Brooks and Brooks and Cum
Drank Queef Urban’s bourbon straight out of his gun
Dolly Hardon and Ernest Chubb
Molester Flatt and Earl Tuggs rubbing in the hot tub
Mary Throbbins, Merle Shaggard, and Roger Driller
All hopped up on popper and pain killers
Conway Titty and Miss Clitty Swells
Getting it on with Cock Twatson but he’ll never tell
Down in Nashville all the big stars go
From the Grand Ol’ Opry to the country porno
It’s a country porno party, party party tonight
It’s a country porno party, party party tonight
It’s a country porno party, it’s a country porno party alright!
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10. |
Back To The Backbeat
04:21
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Let’s get back to the backbeat
I can’t stand standing around
Or sitting down on the ground
I can’t stand standing around
At all those shit shows, it’s bringing me down
Let’s put the fun in funeral
Let’s put the grin in grind
Let’s put the leg in illegal
Let’s put the ass in passion
Let’s get it back, let’s get it back
Let’s get it back, let’s get it
Let’s get back to the backbeat
I can’t those radio shows
I can’t stand all those whoa whoa whoas
I can’t stand your four on the floor no more
I can’t stand 1, 5, 6, 4
Let’s put the here in where
Let’s put the very in everything
Let’s put the lick in slick
Let’s put the hit in this shit
Let’s get it back, let’s get it back
Let’s get it back, let’s get it
Let’s get back to the backbeat
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11. |
Dick Roulette
02:47
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When you play dick roulette you never know what you gonna get
You’re playing a game of change when you take off your pants
Wondering will this dick be a disappointment?
Will I get a rash, will I need some ointment?
Cuz you might get crabs or you might get scabies
Or the biggest STI of all, a baby!
Oh hey boy I’ve got a hot pickup tip
Nothing whips down my zip, like a man who’s been snipped
Dick Roulette (you never know what you gonna get, when you play)
Dick Roulette (when you play, when you play)
Dick Roulette (you never know what you gonna get, when you play)
Dick Roulette
Never know what dick you gonna pick when you’re a blackout pickpocket for dicks
Never know what bone you’re gonna dig, might be a t-rex or a twig
Might be a double decker bus, or a Volkswagen Beetle
Might be Arnold Schwarzenegger or Danny DeVito
A knotty piece of driftwood shirt-cocking at the beach
A grower, a shower, a baby’s arm holding a peach
Might be a travel-sized toothpaste in size and shape
Or a store bought polenta in girth and weight
Might be a hammerhead shark, a squirrel with alopecia
Might be King Kong or the Prince of Micronesia
It’s a wheel of fortune with dicks for spokes
It’s a pack of cigarettes with dicks for smokes
It’s rappelling down a slope with dicks for ropes
It’s flying in a seaplane with dicks for floats
It’s an electric fence with dicks for posts
It’s Frankenstein’s monster with dicks for bolts
It’s a grilled cheese sandwich with dicks for toast
It’s a petting zoo, with dicks for goats!
Dick Roulette (you never know what you gonna get, when you play)
Dick Roulette (when you play, when you play)
Dick Roulette (you never know what you gonna get, when you play)
Dick Roulette
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Kitty & The Rooster Vancouver, British Columbia
Kitty & The Rooster is a surf rock n’ roll duo from Vancouver featuring Jodie Ponto on the stand-up cocktail drumkit and Noah Walker on electric guitar. They are known for their big sound, laugh out loud lyrics, and ridiculously fun shows.
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