Mucky Pup
Now
Dan - Guitars / Back-ups
Marc D. Baker - Bass
Johnny Milnes - Drums
Baby Chris - Vocals
Chris Milnes - all keyboards & sampling
- Hippies hate water 3:18
- Three dead gophers 3:08
- Jimmy's 3:51
- Baby 2:22
- She quieffed 0:41
- Feeling sick 1:54
- A headbangers ball & 120 minutes 1:38
- My hands, your neck 3:18
- Face 3:05
- Hotel penitentiary 3:33
- Mucky pumping beat 2:14
- I know nobody 2:38
- Walkin' with the devil 1:48
- Yesterdays 2:34
- To be lonely 4:23
Hippies Hate Water
(Lyrics & Music: D. Nastasi)
I'm just a man, Dan's got a future,
with a fast picking hand,
but my brother,
my brother, like my mother,
they're living back,
in the dead head fad,
well don't be sad,
they may be upgly,
but they're not that bad,
their only faulter is that they hate water,
and water is something you gotta have,
hippies hate water,
one day I found,
myself driving, myself around,
and the I saw 'em,
like a herd sheep callin',
"Gimme a ride to the Dead show man",
well don't be sad,
they may be smelly,
but they're not that bad,
their only faulter is that they hate water,
and water is something you gotta have,
hippies hate water.
Three Dead Gophers
(Lyrics: Corey D. Marchasin, Music: C. Milnes)
Three dead gophers all named Harvey,
sitting around drinking,
all at a party,
if they weren't dead their party'd be hardey,
not too much to do with three dead gopher bodies,
thee dead gophers the furry little beasts,
three dead gophers too bad they're deceased,
thee dead gophers all named Harvey,
thee dead gophers - not hte life of the party,
my heart and soul in their little hole,
I love them to the end,
they were my furry friends.
Jimmys
(Lyrics & Music: D. Nastasi)
If Jimmys was alive today - we would,
walk the talk of the American poet,
realize, the sense of their words as they wrote 'em,
their peoples are gone,
all's that's left is their name,
without them this wouldn't have been the same,
live they do,
alive they're not,
go ahead Dan,
make that guitar talk.
Baby
(Lyrics & Music: C. Milnes)
Well I'm big, and I'm loud,
and I'm happy to be around,
and maybe, cause I'm the baby,
it's my destiny,
try to rock me or try to knock me but never try to clock me,
you've been told and you've been sold,
I'll tell you again as fast as I can,
stay with me, lay with me, but don't play with me Baby.
She Quieffed
(Lyrics: D. Nastasi, Music: Mucky Pup)
Gonna gonna go,
go down low,
gotta gotta go,
but she let one blow,
she quieffed.
Feeling Sick
(Lyrics: C. Milnes, Music: J. Milnes)
Coptic times in his life,
can hear you say - nothing at all,
it happened at twentry,
a new man to fall,
Saturday's long,
can't remember at all,
feeling sick,
yesterday's a struggle,
no man where today?
a karmic disaster,
a mess yes he is.
A Headbanger's Ball & 120 Minutes
(Music: C. Milnes)
There are no lyrics. Just Danny & me rambling.
My Hands, Your Neck
(Lyrics & Music: C. Milnes)
I want to wrap my hands around your neck,
squeeuze, squeeze until your dead,
I'd like to see your eyes bulge out of your head.
I wanna see your face turn a bloody red.
Face
(Music: C. Milnes)
Instrumental
Hotel Penitentiary
(Lyrics & Music: D. Nastasi)
Hi, it's just me,
I'm writing you from jail you see,
this is what's the best for me,
I've corrupted our society unjustly,
left to a higher authority,
they see fit to lock me up and throw away the key,
this is what's the best for me,
but please, for me,
don't take away my new color TV,
that would upset me dearly,
and I feel it makes you,
the authority as unjustifying as a low life man like me,
you owe it to me!
after all, without TV what fun would jail be?
not too fun you see,
it's guys like me that commit robbery,
adultery, and other types of felonies,
only to be sent to a penitentiary
and waste all of your tax payer's money,
this what's the best for me - Hotel Pnitentiary.
Mucky Pumpin' Beat
(Lyrics D. Nastasi, Music: Mucky Pup)
Pick up your feet and drag your ass up to see
what is done by the boys and me,
fuckin' Mucky pumpin' beat,
your hands, your feet,
your butt, pumpin' down on my meat - my beat,
well I know nothing of how to dance,
but my main man Booge says,
"Do what you can",
belive me folks,
you must have trust,
3-2-1 bust.
I Know Nobody
(Lyrics: D. Nastasi, Music: C. Milnes)
I hate everybody,
so who the fuck are you,
I love everybody,
there fella I'm talking to you,
there's no insides to me,
what you get is what you see,
just when you thought you were it,
you had to open your eyes and see nothing but shit,
I know nobody knows nobody.
Walking With The Devil
(Lyrics: B. Milnes, Music: C. Milnes)
Went walkin' with devil,
walkin' in his shoes,
went walkin' with the devil,
thought I had nothing to lose,
everytime I'm in his fire,
he's got something to say to me,
everytime that I'm on the ground,
they got something to say to me,
everytime that I make a sound,
put me down,
put me down on my knees.
Yesterdays
(Lyrics & Music: D. Nastasi)
Woke up one day forgot about my yesterdays,
can't blame my second try,
I swore I'd hold it 'till the day I die,
woke up the nex day feeling just the same as yesterday,
sometimes I wonder why?
was God on my side or by my side,
I can smile and say,
that my way was my way,
yesterday,
somehow someway my life became to take a new shape,
whe I stop to look at why,
I came to reason yesterday,
so now my today's are just as other days,
but what good are your todays without yesterdays.
To Be Lonely
(Lyrics & Music: D. Nastasi)
Ouch, there is pain inside of me,
too sick to sigh,
I'll just lie awake,
don't have to try,
just take what becomes of it,
ouch, I'll take it anyway,
when the days grow old,
and the mountains tired,
I sing to my-self,
the volcano cries,
ouch, the pain I'm tired of it,
but who am I,
to take up all the blame,
look for reasons why,
but nothing becomes of it,
ouch the pain won't go away,
who the hell do you think you are,
like I got nothing better to do,
than sit around and think of you,
do you know how it feels to be lonely,
and be in love and be no one at all.
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