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Give Us A Mystery CD
olsenlap 2006.03.14. 16:44
B-U-T-T Out
You want to come too. We know you do.
And maybe someday you will.
She wants to come now, No way, no how!
Sorry, negativesville
Why not? Why not? Let's see, why not.
Lizzie baby, we'd rather you weren't along today
But shouldn't we tell her why?
We'd just rather you weren't okay?
Now back off and say goodbye.
We'd rather be picked up by a twister,
Than tagged along after by a sister.
We'd rather eat french fried garden snails.
We'd rather lose all out finger nails.
Or bathe in a pool of slime!
Hasta la vista, baby sista!
Maybe some other time.
B-U-T-T out! B-U-T-T out!
Turn your tiny frame about and B-U-T-T out!
Ya betta, ya betta, ya betta, ya betta,
B-U-T-T out!
It's not that it makes us gag to drag a tagalong tot and tow
It's not that you embarrass us in front of everyone we know.
It's not that you are such a snot nosed brat.
It's not that you're nosy, it's not that you're a rat.
Although that may be true.
It just that this mission is dangerous,
And we care so much for you.
Beat it! Amscran! Hit the Highway!
See ya! Ciao! Vamoose! Be off! Reduce!
You're gonna, you're gonna, she's ain't gonna wanna, B-U-T-T out!
Lizzie, you just can't come today.
Maybe next time we'll see.
Maybe a year from this coming May, or maybe next century!
It's not that you might be out of place.
It's not that we can't stand your face,
or that you're not of the human race.
It's just that you're too young!
Be a sweetie, B-U-T-T out!
Eat your Zitti, B-U-T-T out!
Phone home E.T., Go home E.T., B-U-T-T out!
Take a hint, take a hike, B-U-T-T out!
Ya betta, ya betta, ya betta, ya betta, B-U-T-T out!
Bravery
I've given up my nightlight 'cause I'm not scared of the dark.
I've tasted buttermilk. Sat through Jurassic Park.
I've taken off my training wheels, used adult shampoo.
Sometimes there's no limit to the scary things I'll do.
I don't hide in the closet when I hear thunderclap.
I dunk my head in water, I've sat on Santa's lap.
I never bat an eye when I get my measles shot.
So when things get scary, it's a good thing I've got...
Bravery...I'm brimming with bravery.
I'm always prepared. And if I'm still scared, I get my Mom.
First day at kindergarten, others might have wept.
Sat and played with Legos, At nap time, I slept.
I climb the tallest jungle guys, slide the biggest slides.
When I go to Disney World, I ride the biggest rides.
Last Friday at assembly, in front of the whole school,
I played a singing carrot and didn't lose my cool.
I hoped out on that stage, and sang out clear and strong.
In sticky situations, I always bring along...
Bravery...Three cheers for Bravery.
The sight of a ghost, won't turn me to toast.
I'm better than that.
Bravery...I'm brimming with Bravery.
But if I despair, and Mom isn't there,
There's always Dad.
Wavery...When my knees get wavery,
My heart's in my mouth, my nerves heading south,
And I've got the shakes.
Quavery...When my voice gets quavery,
I suck in my gut. I'm mean and I'm lean. I swagger and strut.
A P.T. Marine. Left right, left, right,
I left the jitters behind.
Bravery...Three cheers for Bravery
You won't see us clinch when we're in the trench.
Or when things get hairy.
Bravery...Let's hear it for bravery!
We're so full of bravery, It's scary!
That Funky Musicology
Panthelogy? What's that? Sismology? Beats me.
Rheumatology? Radiology? Musicology? Musicology!
Play the funky, funky, musicology!
Play it on your radi-adi-adiology.
How I love it, love it, love it!
Gosh and golly gee!
Gotta, gotta, gotta, have that funky musicology!
Yeow!
Now when I wear a pair of panthelogy,
I like that extra large seismology.
Which leaves a lotta, lotta rheumatology,
For when I'm dancing. To that funky musicology!
Greek mythology? Now that I understand.
Genealogy? Poof! Your wish is my command.
What's this? Phonology? Something about the phone?
Ichthyology? Leave it alone.
Pharmacology, (uh-huh) Etiology? (Okay)
Meteorology? (I like) Ideology? (Do tell).
Down on old McDonald's pharmacology,
they grow food that we etiology.
Even the meat? You mean meteorology?
Frankly, I don't have the slightest ideology.
Fancy phraseology rings my bell.
Tricky, tricky, tricky, terminology, sounds so swell.
She drove off in her lexicology.
Her fancy souped up autobiography.
But then she ran out of gastronentrology.
had to buy a tank full with her Visa cardiology.
Then she drove her lexicology right into the oceanography,
so she had to hail a taxonomy to take her homeopathy.
Ology, ology, ology, ology, ology.
Hep, hep, hep!
Funky musicology, yeow! Yeow!
The Gost Song
It floats up the stairs, it floats down the hall.
It floats into my bedroom, right through the wall.
It glides post my dresser, to the bedpost. I swear.
I'm looking at a ghost! Naaaaa!
There's no such thing! It's not a ghost,
because there's no such thing. No such thing.
I can't be frightened of a globby, green, glow,
'cause there's no such thing.
It plays the piano, it swings on the swing.
It does a lot considering there's no such thing.
Then it boots my computer, as quick as you please.
It floats on the keyboard. It presses some keys.
"What creature may you be?" came up on the screen.
I type in, "a human being."
Suddenly, the rooms goes as icy as winter,
and something came out of the printer...
"No such thing! You can't be human, cause there's no such thing.
Those human stories, they scare ghosts so,
but we know there's no such to thing!"
Now hold the phone! I'm really real!
"You're not!," "are not!," "You're wrong". I cried!
"All right, let's play a game of cards to decide."
"Okay. Whoever wins the game, that one's real."
He types out, "You got it. Now deal!."
I ask him for aces, he types out "you wish."
He asks me for sevens. I type out "You wish!"
"Jacks?" "Sorry." "Queens?" "No." "Sixes?" "huh-uh." "Twos?"
We play for a hour, and guess what? I lose!
"No such thing. You don't exist! There's so such thing!"
It made me crazy to be told where to go
by something who's no such thing.
The story now is over, the story is through.
And some of you may even think this story is true.
But, there's no such thing.
It didn't happen, cause there's no such thing.
I made the whole thing up, so I outta know.
And I know there's no such things.
There's no such thing.
There's no such thing.
I hope!
Nothing To Do
We made sixty pancakes, ate about six.
We played ten games of pick-up sticks,
Counts cars on Route 66,
but there's nothing much to do.
We played four games of checkers,
three games of chess, two of Monopoly, more or less.
We tried to be neat. We made quite a mess.
Now there's nothing much to do!
Nothing to do. Nothing to do. Nothing to do.
Nothing to do. Nothing to do. Nothing really,
Nothing to do.
We played in the house, played in the grass.
I played teacher, I barely passed.
Listened to some music. That was pretty cool,
but there's nothing much to do!
We ate two fat bananas, a thin piece of cheese.
An apple to crunch. An orange to squeeze.
Got a milk moustache, which you wiped on your sleeve.
Talk about nothing much to do.
We've already done bout a hundred and twenty-one
of our favorite fun things to do.
But we won't be satisfied, remotely satisfied,
til we find number one twenty-two.
I'd Like To Be A Cowboy
One day we went to the rodeo.
We wanted to see the cowboys rope and ride.
We got excited as we watched the show.
We jumped right up and down and then we cried.
I'd like to be a cowboy, but, ooh, I'm scared of cows,
Moo, moo, moo how they scare me.
I often try to face them, as in the field they browse,
Moo, moo, moo how they scare me.
I'd walk up to a lion, and smack him on the brow,
I'd even kick a polecat, but don't ask me to punch a cow.
Yodel-odel-ay-hee-hoo. Yodel-odel-ay-hee-hoo.
Yodel-odel-ay-hee-hoo. Moo, moo, moo, how they scare me!
I tried to milk a Hoistein, she acted like a fool.
No matter how I coaxed her, she wouldn't sit down on the stool.
Yodel-odel-ay-hee-hoo. Yodel-odel-ay-hee-hoo.
Yodel-odel-ay-hee-hoo, Yikes!
A cow once tried to chase me, across a field of corn.
She bumped right into my guitar, and didn't even sound the horn!
They'd like to all be cowboys, but ooh, they're scared of cows.
(Moo, moo, moo, how they scare us!)
They often try to face them, as in the fields they browse.
(Moo, how they scare us!)
Yippie ki-yi-i, yippi-yippie-ki-yi-a. Yippie, yippie
yippie-yippie-ki-a. Yippie, yippie, yippie-yippie-k-a!
It's Not Logical
They say the world's a ball and it turns around.
When it goes halfway, I'm upside down!
So why do my feet stay stuck on the ground? It's not logical!
My Mom said "Hon, does my hair look bad?" I said "Yes!"
She got mad. I tell truth, she tells Dad.
Is that logical?
It's not logical. It's not logical. It's not logical.
Is there Elmer's glue on the sole of my shoe?
I'm full, but they say, "one more bite."
I'm wide awake, but they saw, "Sleep tight!"
To say goodnight when it's still light? That's not logical.
"Be a good sport," I hear Dad say, "it's not win or lose,
It's how you play." His team gets beat, he faints away.
It's not logical. It's not logical. It's not logical.
It's logical.
Wake up Dad, it's not that bad! It lacks credibility,
for a crying out loud!
It's not logical. It's not logical. It's not logical.
A grown-up said it, it's gotta be true.
But does it make any sense to you?
Mix yellow with blue, it comes out green.
The strangest thing I've ever seen.
Red and yellow make tangerine? It that logical?
It's not logical. It's not logical. It's not logical.
It makes no sense! Rubbish! Baloney! Balderdash!
It's not logical. It's not logical. It's not logical.
Lotta Rocks
If we could take a trip back in time,
I wander what we might find.
Imagine it's one billion year B.C.
Back when the planet had a pretty face.
Back when our world was different place.
If we close our eyes, then you might see.
I'm looking up. I'm looking down. I'm looking all around.
I see a lotta rocks, lotta rocks.
No shopping malls, no restaurants.
Just a lotta rocks, lotta rocks.
No movie theaters, no ice cream shops.
Lotta rocks, lotta rocks.
Oceans and mountains and forests and rivers
And lots and lots and lots of rocks.
If we could crawl out of the time we're in,
the way the crab crawls out of it's skin,
what do you think that we might find?
And what a funny feeling just to see prehistoric geography.
But I can see it in my mind.
All these people and this big museum...
You wouldn't even see 'em!
Nothing made by people would be found.
Let's take another look around.
There go the highways. There go the phone lines.
There go the rest stops. There go the road signs.
At The End Of The Day
Won't you hold my hand at the end of the day?
The stars will all come out as the light fades away.
And we'll sit by the fire and we'll sing and we'll play.
Won't you hold my hand at the end of the day?
There's nothing better than singing a song.
All your compadres singing along.
Watching the moon rising up in the sky.
With the heavens about and your friends by your side.
If you listen, you might hear the hoot of an owl.
While off in the distance, coyotes will howl.
But tell all your ghost stories and try not to fear.
I know it won't scare me if I have you right there.
At the end of the day.
At the end of the day.
How The West Was Fun
That winter was a bad one,
for thirty days it snowed,
the minute school was over,
we packed the care and hit the road.
It teetered there, the worse for wear.
A dude ranch in decay, the bunk house leaked,
the stable reeked, I loved it right away.
How the west was fun, like a leap from a haystack.
How the west was fun, like a rodeo, like a flapjack!
I knew my heart had found it,
I knew my search was done.
Oh, oh, oh how the west was fun!
I took a ride on Suicide, that was my trusty steed.
Knocked down three tents, and electric fence.
And started a stampede.
Then the hail storm and the locust swarm
that blotted out the sun.
The quicksand pool was also cool!
And this was just day one!
Saddle up! Westward ho!
Let the station wagon roll!
I'm one lucky daughter of a gun!
Oh, oh, oh, how the west was fun!
The lumpy bumps, the bats and skunks,
the slimy things that lurk.
The sing alongs, those hokey songs,
For me, the whole thing worked.
Oh, oh, oh, how the west was fun!
Westward ho! (to fade)
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