What Do You Is This

Can you make your funny more talking?

You can, you can!

Can you make your creepy more stalking?

You can, you can!

I saw you be more move when you pretty!

Did you? Did you?

I saw you be more yell when you shitty!

Did you? Did you?

Did you be more smile when you cooking?

You did! You did!

Did you be more sneer when you looking?

You did! You did!

You can make your loving more hold!

Can you? Can you?

You can make your hating more scold!

Can you? Can you?

bad rather good why than I can’t see you’d be

You just make no sense to me.

Instrumental

Vim, vim vim vimmmmmm
Vim, vim vim vim vim vim
Doo doo doo.
Vim, vim vim veeeee vim veeeee
Dun, dun dun.
Vim, vim veeeee veeeeeeeeee veeeeeeeeeee.
Doo doo doo.

Bah, bah bah bah buh-bahhhh
(Vee, vee, vee)
Bah, buh-bah bahhh bahhhh bahhhh
(Vim, vee, vee)
Bah, buh-bah bahhh bahhhh bahhh
(Vim, vee, vim, veeeee)
Bah, bah buhhhhhhhh...

Veeeeeee
Veeeeeeeee
Veeeeeeeeeee

Doo doo doo.

Some Days (are left a little blank)

Fall into your future stage
Scribble goals upon your page
Be the warrior, be the mage
Be the way you show your age
Be the screaming fit of rage
Or store your feelings in the bank
Make a date to shake your cage
Some days are left a little blank.

Use your body, use a song
What you save won't last too long
Arm some armor, wear a thong
Sip some tea or smoke a bong
Someone's at your door, ding-dong
He's got a hand, he's gonna yank
Fly like Monthra, fall like Kong
Some days are left a little blank.

They say you've got a job to do
Gotta plan ahead, it's true
Get your posse, get your crew
Project: Advertising You
Hear the message, get a clue
Make them recognize your rank
But use that white space wisely, too
Some days are left a little blank.

You've got to get that worker's wage
And prove you're more than just some wank
But there's reason, says your friendly sage,
some days are left a little blank.

Men's

"Damn, man, I can't figure out these bisexual girls from UArts," he says from his urinal to mine like there's an antenna on my pee station that operates on his frequency and I smile like I would at a homeless person. Did you know they keep mouthwash in this bathroom? Shit, they've got it all covered: wash the sin out of your hands and face and then rinse it out of your main sin receptor before filling it again with leaden water. I'm sweating out of my eyes and I still have the singer's itch. Performing always seems less inspired when you've been forced prematurely into the spotlight.

"Have you met the prisoner? Tell them the story of your crime, friend. 

If that's OK with you."

Hardcore

A spirit lost.
Naive are their ideals, their politics, perhaps
Young rebels still want to say something important.
Secret is the longing which fans the flames of discontent
For those who hear it: noise...
The ones who listen hear music, poetry, and the message.
New punks don't know how to be.
Romantics with nothing to romance, they sing what lines their pockets.
We see them on our lunchboxes, a commercial theatrical stage...
Express train to homogeneity.
Ourselves equal the frustration of a genie trapped in a Coke bottle.
In our hearts we know something's missing.
Loud, angry, uninhibited by self-consciousness or the restrictions of the normal.
And when it is felt, it is beautiful.
Fashionable for the few flying the flag
Ways to make people listen.

Bullfrog Jump

Bullfrog jump in conjunction with a lilypad

Bullfrog croaking in 4/4 time

Alligator stealthily swims behind Bullfrog

thinks “Ima make this morsel mine.”

Bullfrog knows those rows of teeth

He's tired of this game, needs relief

Bullfrog doesn't wanna end up dead

So he hops a Greyhound to the city instead.

Bullfrog jump in conjunction with the sidewalk

Hopping feet carry him for a mile

Hipsters and jocks on all the blocks

All think Bullfrog's cramping their style.

Bullfrog struggles with communication

Uppity humans cause him frustration

They say he'd be better living in a coma

Instead he decides to get a diploma.

Bullfrog jump in conjunction with a college

Scores a BA in liberal arts

Work is scarce, but at least Bullfrog

Can be more eloquent with bullfrog farts.

Now Bullfrog thinks he's above this town

It's Americans who are getting him down

He wants to jam to a new vibration

So he jets to Europe for a vacation.

Bullfrog jump in conjunction with a helipad

Bullfrog flies though the air to Spain

Spanish flies are delectable to Bullfrog

Spanish sun causes Bullfrog pain.

An American frog in Spain has no cred

He realizes as his skin turns red

So he gives up the cities so harsh

and takes a boat to get back to his marsh.

Bullfrog takes a look around him

Thinks he found home or it found him

Laughs about all the times he had

(Though, let's face it, they were all bad.)

Bullfrog says he owns this place

He's the new king of the swamp, “all hail!”

Alligator snap in conjunction with a lilypad

That's the end of the bullfrog tale.