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Not In The Mood
01:45
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I woke up in a strange place
I don't know where I am
Where is my country? Where's my town?
Where will I buy all of my hamb?
I have to go
I cannot stay
This place, it is not mine
I think it's time, I think it's time
I think it's time, I think it's time
The big man's back is covered in hair
And I think I saw Glenn Miller in there
He waved at me, looking frightfully gay
Blew his big ol' horn and scarpered away
Well I knew that cat was still alive
That his plane was still zooming 'round the sky
He's still playing tunes whenever he can
And composing stuff, he's a composin' man
He's probably having a good time proper
With Harold Holt and Jimmy Hoffa
I told ya that channel weren't no killer
It'd take more than that to finish off Glenn Miller
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The King Is Dead
04:20
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Spooky Arthur's Theme
00:55
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I have a dream
About a steakhouse with a dancefloor
Just imagine it, you could eat a t-bone
And get the meat sweats cuttin' loose in the club
The beat, the party
The beef is really hearty
The beat, the party
The beef is really hearty
I got a girl who don't eat meat
She's a vegan
She don't even eat cheese
Or drink milk
Or eat honey
For some reason
I wanna take her to my carnivorous nightclub
But she says she can't dance in her Doctor Marten boots
And she keeps pouring red paint
All over my nice, clean, white jumpsuit
The beat, the party
The beef is really hearty
The beat, the party
The beef is really hearty
The beat, the party
The beef is really hearty
The steak, the pants
I think it's time to dance
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True Grot
04:16
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I'm not sure I'm made of metal
I feel like melting sometimes
I know Joe has got a few guns
And a handful of darts too
This song don't even rhyme
That's okay I'm just here for a bad time
I do not like mimes
I leaned forth and had a grovel
Better out than in I say
Then I went back to my hovel
Then I slept for a whole day
There's nothing on TV
Only Charles In Charge and Quincy M.E.
F.U.I.C.
The recession we had to have
Cultural Groucho Marxist
I feel so damn Oscar Wilde
A moose loose aboot the hoose
Maybe it ain't that hot
Maybe our brains are all starting to rot
We live in true grot
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Brain Worms In D Minor
01:27
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Seno grande, molto buono
Divento solido
Pompando, tempo bagnato
Anziano avvocato
Domo arigato
Signore Roboto
Vado nella porta sul retro
Mi chiamano marrone Bruno
Cornuto cazzo d'oro
Felice e profondo
Devo sputare, avanzare
Onda bianca
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Deep In The Daintree
02:08
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Cometh The Rapture
02:18
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I love Jesus Christ
He's my guy
I know he's smiling down at me
From the sky
And I know we'll be seeing him real soon
I know he's real, I can feel it in my soul
He's the god of love, he's the god of coal
I was put on this Earth to use it up
Why neglect an overrunning cup?
My god created fossil fuels
Six thousand years ago
The sun is Satan, the wind is fake
We need fair dinkum, holy Aussie coal
I know I'm going up to my lord
What do we need this planet for?
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