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Wearing thin
02:03
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WEARING THIN
I’m not the one who calls the shots, no. Mostly I’m on mute.
The only thing I’m really good at is repeating moving tunes
Stuck amid some soulless plastic. Resigned myself to fate
You put the needle just at top speed in my blackened veins.
Do you hear me?
I’m wearing thin. Wearing thin. Dead and dull. I’m fading
I’m wearing thin. Wearing thin. Dead and dull. I’m fading
Wearing thin as you watch me skip and spin
I’m wearing thin. Wearing thin
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2. |
Time flies
01:04
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TIME FLIES
You ask me where your hair is hiding, well I don’t know.
Have you looked on your back, in your ears or in your nose?
You ask me where time flies, well I don’t know.
Maybe Greece or Egypt, maybe Mexico.
If I was the time I’d fly to Spain to lie in the sun.
Fly to California and sing Fun Fun Fun.
Germany is way too cold for the time to stay.
Time and your hair, partners in crime, up and away.
Time and your hair, partners in crime, up and away.
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3. |
Coffee shop girl
03:11
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COFFEE SHOP GIRL
I get up late. Not in the mood for work today. I’ve got the blues.
So I’m calling in sick, I’m calling in sick today-o for you.
Bored of my stupid colleagues and the crappy railway strikes again. So I’m calling in sick, I’m calling in sick today-o for you.
And my brain just feels almost vaporized,
because I’m decaffeinated. Not a single mug all night.
Coffee shop girl, coffee shop girl.
Hottest barista in the whole wide world.
I’d even have a soy pumpkin spice latte for you,
although that shit just makes me hurl.
I’ll hang out at the counter 'til your shift is over,
'til you throw the hipsters out and safely lock the door just for me.
Baby I don’t wanna wait…
wrong, I just cannot wait no more.
And my brain just feels almost vaporized,
because I’m decaffeinated. Not a single mug all night.
Yeah, girl, you bet I’m ready. And I’ve been ready all along.
Waiting for you to put the coffee and Descendents on
Coffee shop girl, coffee shop girl.
Hottest barista in the whole wide world.
I’d even have a soy pumpkin spice latte for you,
although that shit just makes me hurl.
I’ll hang out at the counter 'til your shift is over,
'til you throw the hipsters out and safely lock the door just for me.
Baby I don’t wanna wait…
wrong, I just cannot wait no more.
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4. |
Jukebox Saturday night
02:25
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JUKEBOX SATURDAY NIGHT
Boring weekdays, feeling blue.
Shit outta luck. Ain’t got no clue.
Without any further ado
Crap’s about to happen.
No need to say, it’s clear what to do.
Grab the guitars and worn out shoes.
Franconia is on the move
To unleash hell and give the boot.
Yet, the bad thing is you’ll never make a lady stay
if you put beer and bowling on your résumé.
Yeah, well, it's jukebox Saturday night.
The charcoal’s ready, bowling pins are placed upright.
It’s about time to get barbecutized
And have a blast for the rest of this life.
Jukebox Saturday night.
Stupid kids looking like aged men.
Shabby shirts of the same old bands.
Cranking all amps up to ten
To make MIL-City listen.
The bowling lane is waxed and smooth.
The grill’s set up, let's light the fuse
Bring on the schnitzels and the booze.
Time for one hell of a barbecue.
Too bad girls don’t appreciate brutal honesty
Once you confess that punk rock was your first love
and it is here to stay.
Yeah, well, it's jukebox Saturday night.
The charcoal’s ready, bowling pins are placed upright.
It’s about time to get barbecutized
And have a blast for the rest of this life.
Jukebox Saturday night.
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CUTE STONED PSYCHEDELIC GIRL
She plays the drums in The Roaring 420s.
Magic drummereuse in drug-fueled ecstacy.
Super cute stoned psychedelic girl.
She’s got my heart in a supersonic whirl.
When I saw her rocking out on stage
I thought “hey, she’s great”,
I wanna be her psychedelic boy.
She makes me wanna start a psychedelic band.
We’d get stoned together at Burgerama and jam.
Her on drums, me on keytar.
We’d fly to the stars and reach shangri-la.
She’s my Nico, I’m her Lou.
Heroin, cocaine or glue?
No thanks, knetter is the way to go.
Road trip to Ijmuiden Beach in my minibus.
Next stop Joe Cool, more hash for us.
Speedboat to Amsterdam, smoking weed.
The seven rings of hell don’t seem so scary when she’s with me.
Mushrooms by the sea.
Psychedelic girl and me.
High and happy and free.
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Mona
02:30
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MONA
Pack your bags, I grab the keys and
We hit the road. The ride’s in poor condition
We might end up with worn out passports
And worn out shoes.
I’ve always wished for this to happen
Just like Auguste kept on saying:
The world is yours, get off your ass
And make a move.
Let’s dump our plans for return
Forget all the concerns
Hit the brakes and U-turn
Leave the trail we’ve been on for so long.
Mona, straight down from North Cape to Lisboa
To witness the amalgamation of land and light and sea.
Rolled down windows, elbows hanging out.
Crackling speakers, music turned up loud.
Old GNR tapes time and time again.
Strong headwind blows and stings my overtired eyes,
but I can smell the salty ocean all the time
as we sing along full-throated until we faint.
Let’s dump our plans for return
Forget all the concerns
Hit the brakes and U-turn
Leave the trail we’ve been on for so long.
Mona, straight down from North Cape to Lisboa
To witness the amalgamation of land and light and sea.
Come and join me, Mona.
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Spin
00:41
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SPIN
When practicing for bowling tournaments
We have no fear. We do believe in our talent
So all it takes is a case of beer.
While I’m zigzagging to the fridge
Hunting for booze I feel that spin.
Man, is it the bowling ball or just me?
Whatever. For the win! You’ve gotta feel that spin.
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8. |
One shot for every night
02:52
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ONE SHOT FOR EVERY NIGHT
I’m in my room
All alone, nothing to do
You’re the one who isn’t here
Don’t worry ‘bout me, it’s just another tear.
Sadness in my heart
Who would have thought we’d ever part.
Now I know, it ain’t no dream,
Cause you’re with him, and not with me.
You always said I was your sunshine
So happy, so much fun.
But guess what, I’m considering suicide.
One beer for every year we spent, one shot for every night.
Don’t worry about me, yeah I’m alright. I‘m alright.
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9. |
Pop Punk 201
01:12
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POP PUNK 201
Pretty girls don’t talk to me.
The reasons are pretty obvious, you’ll see.
I’m not stupid, I’m not ugly,
Just your average punk rock guy.
But pretty girls don’t talk to me and I’ll tell you why.
Pretty girls don’t talk to me, what a shame.
But not, as you might think, ‘cause they find me lame.
You’re probably wondering quite rightly so what the fuck is wrong
I gladly trade their company for one good song.
Then I can go:
“Every day in highschool I think of you.
Just talk to me and I’ll always be true.
But you rather ignore me, stay out of my way.
Staying out of my way on an extended stay.
Hey why do you hate me, slut?
You think you’re better than me, no you’re not!
There‘s not one second where you come out of your world.
Don’t wanna talk to me cause you’re so pretty girl?”
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10. |
Vegan Nazi bitches
02:23
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VEGAN NAZI BITCHES
I miss the days when mere subcultural distinction
Was still possible at first sight.
When one could still identify a fucking Nazi
By his baldhead even in the darkest of nights.
But now they’re wearing fly sneakers.
Dumb ass tote bag hipster elite.
Pretend to worry ’bout creatures.
In fact, they’re the last thing on earth I need.
Vegan Nazi bitches. They do exist.
Vegan Nazi bitches. I’m fucking pissed.
So, how the hell should modern-day punks
Kknow how to expose these motherfucking rats?
And what’s the best way to defile them?
Shove their white power shit right back up the ass!
How come they care ’bout animal liberation,
Eat their kebabs without meat
Suck on their tempeh remorselessly
But call for the most helpless to leave?
Identitarian jerks!
Occidental dumbass superiority complex.
Although it’s a fact, it’s still a shame
That we all evolved from the same ape.
So, if this is what our country’s gonna look like to hell with it.
So, if this is what our country’s gonna look like, man, fuck that shit.
Vegan Nazi bitches. They do exist.
Vegan Nazi bitches. I’m fucking pissed.
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11. |
Betty Poop
01:41
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BETTY POOP
Betty, oh Betty, she’s such a fuckin slut.
Betty, oh Betty, I hate her fucking guts.
Betty, oh Betty, she just don’t get no cock
Which evidently frustrates her.
Well, anyway, she sucks! But she don’t know it
'cause Betty’s a wannabe-american girl.
Takes what she wants ’cause she thinks it’s all hers.
Pretentious as fuck. Spoiled as hell, but no boobs.
That’s Betty Poop.
Hands down, which part of “fuck you” don’t you understand?
Go take your fuckin Instagram and shove it up your ass!
The only good thing about you is
To see you piss off and close the door.
You’re worse than clap, diarrhea and herpes combined. You filthy whore!
Betty’s a wannabe-american girl.
Takes what she wants ’cause she thinks it’s all hers.
Pretentious as fuck. Spoiled as hell, but no boobs.
That’s Betty Poop.
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GIMME GIMME COWGIRL STEAK
Gimme gimme cowgirl steak!
Wanna wanna cowgirl steak!
Gimme gimme cowgirl steak!
Yummy yummy cowgirl steak!
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13. |
Aloha Mon Amour
02:07
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ALOHA MON AMOUR
Hopping on a plane to Waikiki.
My aloha shirt is all I need.
My girlfriend and me,
What could be more awesome?
Flower lei’s at the airport, then
Falling in love all over again
With this beautiful place
And all the wonderful people.
Aloha mon amour, Je t’aime toujours.
Kiss me once, I’ll kiss you twice.
Aloha mon amour, aloha mon amour.
Two zombies at Don’s, we’re hypnotized.
Ready to luau all night.
“Hey, Ku, dude
We never ever wanna leave”.
Aloha mon amour, Je t’aime toujours.
Kiss me once, I’ll kiss you twice.
Aloha mon amour, aloha mon amour.
Nothing says “I hate you” like a postcard from Hawaii.
“Our dear friends at home: Aloha means goodbye.
We will never come back to these European rainy nights.
No more stupid friends, stupid work, stupid life!”
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The Barbecuties Mannheim, Germany
The Barbecuties are:
Rod - vocals, guitar
Sid - vocals, bass
Zap - guitar
Han - drums, vocals
Our
discography:
Eternal Dorkness (Monster Zero Records, 2017)
Go Down With Style (Monster Zero Records, 2015)
Scared The Shit Out Of Me (Bubblegum Attack Records, 2009)
Promnight Heartbreak (2007)
Showdown d'Amour (2005),
Planet Of The Babes (2002)
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