All of the Songs and Lyrics

Shades of Blue – Davy’s Song

Darkness and gloom cover me and you, My favorite colors are all the shades of blue, Except for red cause that’s the color, Of blood

Don’t know bout you but I don’t play the fool, I’ve been to school and I know a thing or two, I’ve been to church and I’m sure, They are doomed

To hell, Can you smell? Burning flesh, Hear their yells, My computer’s a Dell, And I’ll see it in hell, Right next to you

A minor, D minor, E minor, minor chord solo X2

My favorite person’s only two feet tall, Hairy feet smokes weed ya he’s kinda small, My second favorite’s scrawny, With a southern drawl

Just gimme a beer and a two horned steer, When I’m done all you’ll hear is a bull turned queer, Say he wished he’d been born, A cow

And I’ll say, don’t worry, I like to get kind of crazy, I even hook up with family, Just ask my cousins in Missouri, Or my other cousin who be snubbin cause she just got married

Let me sum it up in a few words, Hollywood bad foreign porno good, Life really sucks in this modern world, For foak sake

Booboolicious – John’s Song

He’s Booboolicious…

Who’s your daddy ya it’s Yogi Bear, He’s got miles of glorious hair, Like Pinocchio he cannot tell a lie, His nose will grow like his morning fly

He’s Booboolicious…

He’s got ten girls who would date him right now, His hamburgers are still mooing like a cow, He plays games at his nine to five, If he were gay he would have all the guys

Number 1 Greatest love a perfect equation

Number 2 Life goal cold fusion’s creation

Number 3 Greatest fear a woman’s rejection

Number 4 But he’ll still date you to understand imperfection

Number 5 Greatest need a little more tact

Number 6 Worst haircut a rat tail in the back

Number 7 Middle school where he learned how to smoke

Number 8 He only cusses if he’s playing Halo

He’s Booboolicious…

With a beard he looks like Jesus, But he’ll betray you like Johnny Judas, He’ll eat anything or poop in a bag, His hot tub’s seen more action than he’s ever had

Booboolicious like chills down your spine

Booblicious it’s a state of mind

Booboolicious wake the Boo Boo inside

Booblicious uncircumcised

The Canadian Legend – Chuck’s Song

At the age of three, The town was about to freeze, So he worked all night, With a pocket knife, And chopped ten thousand trees

When he was down on his luck, Because they towed his truck, He stole it back, In a night time attack, Then apologized the very next day

Is he just a man? No he’s a legend, Well is he tough? He’s been to prison, What’s his superpower? A really very thick head, Everybody sings la la la la

At the age of five, He trapped a bear alive, And kept it in his closet, Then told all his friends, To go look at his GI Joe’s in the closet

In the woods out back, A tree was talking smack, So he rode a sled, And smashed it with his head, The tree shut up real fast

Is he just a man? No he’s a legend, What’s his weakness? He’ll never listen, Who raised this legend? A really very hot mom, Everybody sings la la la la

I knew a guy who fought ten men and beat em’ all, That’s nothing, He fought twenty at once, No Hands

I heard of a guy who was raised by a pack of wolves, Ha ha, The wolves go to his house to be raised by him

I heard of a guy who got trapped under a rock in a remote canyon for days then cut off his arm and hiked for miles to safety, The Canadian Legend was the rock

At the age of nine, He ate a power line, Then shot lighting bolts, At a couple of goats, He ate real good that night

He’s been shot at, His head was almost axed, Cause he’s a bad ass, Minus the bad, Just kidding he’s a real bad ass

Is he just a man? No he’s a legend, What’s he embarrassed of? He’d say nothing, Well what should he be embarrassed of? A really very small dog, Everybody sings la la la la

Anusality: A Duet – Kyle and Leah’s Song

Anusality the anal way, Always on time and never late, Anusality never laid back, There’s no time for that

Anusality the anal way, Everything perfect and in its place, Anusality the White Man’s way, That’s why the Indians lost

I’m not accident prone, It’s just his elbow, Things just happen to me, Like getting kicked in the knee

My hamstring chose to be sprained, The bullet had bad aim, The glass cut my hand, I’m an innocent man

Anusality the anal way, When did expert driving become road rage, Anusality the critical way, I think this song is just OK

Anusality the anal way, What I wouldn’t give for a piece of cake, Anusality and that’s OK, I bet I have a higher GPA

Cause I’m Leah, Ya she’s Leah, You wanna be-uh, Like Leah

I’d like to teach ya, To be like Leah, But that would be like teaching a pig to fly

You can make fun of my honey bun, Cause I’m baldin’ you see

It may be funny when you hear him sing, And it sounds like I’m wearing a G-string

Anusality the anal way, Sometimes I cry in the turning lane, Anusality that’s you and me, And soon a little anal baby

Father Mcfly - Chris’s Song

Jesus was a dancer too

Not true

Oh no, Don’t do this, You’re on your way to the burning abyss, Oh no, Don’t do that, You’re on your way to limbo if you play that track

Oh no, Don’t do this, Bumpin to the music puts your soul at risk, Oh no, Don’t do that, Groovin to the music ain’t how sisters act

Jesus made feet, Feet are made to dance, Dancin feels groovy, Amen

Lube It To Lose It - Josh’s Song

Lube – Muscles are my friends, Group – He’s got em all over

Lube – Hair is my enemy, Group – He doesn’t got it all over

Lube – Muscles are my friends, Group – You just told us that

Lube – Hair is my enemy, Group – We already know

Lube – You know what I hate, I already told you, I hate hair

Group – He shaves from his toes, To his knees to his nose, From his belly to his back, He even shaves his…

Group – Assprin for the pain, Lube -It hurts

Group – Calories for weight gain, Lube – I want to get big

Group – This feeling’s so insane, Lube – It burns

Group – Puny men are so lame, Lube – You girly men

Lube – I have good ideas all the time, Group – He works at a lightbulb company

Lube – No but seriously, I can tell you anything you want to know about lightbulbs, Group – He tells us all the time

Lube – You know what I hate, I already told you, I hate hair

Group – He shaves every space, Every dark and sweaty place, Every crevace every crack, He even shaves his…

Group – Sack of potatoes, Lube – A guilty pleasure

Group – Are a big no no, Lube – I won’t touch them

Group – Carbs will kill you bro, Lube – They are filled with carbs

Group – Protein to be a pro, Lube – I am a pro

Lube – I’m totally comfortable with my sexuality, Group – He’s not afraid to use a loofah

Lube – But I cannot stand the messiness, Group – OCD neat freak

Man of Mystery – Spatch’s Song

Understand him improbable, Comprehend him impossible, That Man of Mystery

Where he’s been nobody knows, Where he’s going nobody goes, That Man of Mystery

Apartment flood, Cutting it close, Helicopter ride off of a boat, That Man of Mystery

He makes cars fly through the air, Loses any earthly thing without a care, That Man of Mystery

Who’s that man, Spatchula x3

Under another layer he’s an undercover player, Waoh Waoh

You can’t help but love this neighbor cause friend’s like him are so rare, Waoh Waoh

He makes beanies by the thousands and his cars all take a poundin, Waoh Waoh

Everyday another pain the hospital knows him by name, Waoh Waoh

He’s seen it all, He’s done the Dew, He’s been through more than three of you, That Man of Mystery

Half Irish, Half Makah, One hundred percent Murphy’s Law, That Man of Mystery

Who’s that man, Spatchula x3

(Chorus)

He can shake it like a tremor on the dance floor

All the brothers and the sisters be askin’ for more

(Chorus)

Mawage Bed – Ryan’s Song

Leslie you may have gotten him to hitch

But his first love will always be Brad Pitt

Just don’t ask him to go and make a speech

Cause we’ll still be listening in a week

But don’t worry

Everything’s OK

(You kids) You go crazy

Cause you’re married

Rubbin ridin slippin slidin scuba divin, On the mawage bed

Flippin flyin Mr. Ryan so excitin, On the mawage bed

Feel good gettin super sweatin no regrettin, On the mawage bed

This white boy ain’t no Eminem’n fool

He rocked Tupac all the way through high school

He’s got a soft spot for the romance

But things really get hot when you see his booty dance

Everything is cool

(When they) Put that ring on you

(Then you’re) You’re OK to groove

When you say I do

(Chorus)

Movin groovin luben on the mawage bed

Talkin rockin knockin on the mawage bed

Lovin huggin snugglin on the mawage bed

Minglin dinglin tinglin on the mawage bed

Scooby Doo x4

Mawage x3 Bed

Movin groovin duben extra intertuben luben on the mawage bed

Fancy pancin dancin all romancin thanks for askin on the mawage bed

Glenntendo – Glenn’s Song

Level 1

Mario – It’s a me an M to the ario, I’m a gonna beat you like I beat that Bowser ho

Glenn – My name is Glenn Ellis Jr. and you’re an ugly motha’ (hey), This is gonna be easy cause I work out every day

Mario – I don’t care what you say, And you can call me names, At least I don’t play so many video games

Glenn – Oh really little man, Is that a fact, Well that’s a little better than a plumber’s crack

Mario – Oh no you didn’t

Glenn – Oh yes I did

I’m frickin awesome playing games though I don’t mean to boast

Mario – You’re still the hairiest Indian on the whole West Coast

I’m gonna take you out with my power star

Glenn – Why do you travel through the pipes why not just buy a car

And that’s not all, You’re a plumber you’re red you’re fat you’re small, The only nuts you got are your fire balls

You ride shells collect coins eat shrooms all day, Between you and your bother, You’re probably

Mario – Hey, I’m a Mario, I was a gonna win

Level 2

Master Chief – I’ve got a plasma grenade to blow off your ace

Glenn – Why do you always wear a helmet got an ugly face

Master Chief – I got guns and bombs, None of your sissy crap

Glenn – If my dance moves were a gun I would bust a cap

Just cause you save the world, You think you’re so cool

Master Chief – Let’s talk about your bowl cut in middle school

When’s the last time you slept you insomniac

You surf the web so much you’re a human almanac

Most beat downs is the medal I just earned

Triple kill brother bro you just got Indian burned

Glenn – I see how it is I hate to do this to you dog

You think a girl will go with you rollin in your Wart Hog

You’re made of zeros and ones, You’re not even real

You may have guns and bombs but I got sex appeal

Level 3

Comp – I’m a super computer I know everything bout you

Glenn – Did you know I’m Makah and my brother’s a Jew

Comp – In fact I did that’s what I do, I even documented the last time you took a poo

3 o’clock on the pot warm and steamy nice a hot

I’m sorry if that’s creepy

Glenn – No it’s not, Sounds like that’s all you’ve got stalker bot

Comp – I’m the smartest computer that you’ll ever meet, I created every game from A to Z

Glenn – Oh really creepy bot, I hate to be mean, But I created a whole network of illegal downloading

You may use math and compute the numbers fast, But I can break my nose 8 times and it will always grow back

Comp – Kind of crooked the last time I saw

Glenn – Well that’s a lot better then no nose at all

Or hands or feet, Or legs or cheeks, In fact last time I checked you were trapped in that machine

You’re a digital wannabe, Who is wishin you were me

Look at this time you’re wasting, Get a life creepy machine

Mission Accomplished

Put the Pff – Joey’s Song

You used to put the shine in my star

You used to put the damn in my darn

You used to put the pff in my fart

Now you put the ache in my heart

And you’re gone

And I was wrong

I miss my boo

I’d do anything for you

Was it my DVD collection I ripped off the net, Or my addiction to the frickin interweb, Just tell me what to do, I’ll change anything for you, Just don’t ask me to go clean my room na ah ah

You used to put the shine in my star

You used to put the damn in my darn

You used to put the pff in my fart

Now you put the ache in my heart

And it’s breaking

My Facebook status is sad

I haven’t touched my iPhone today

Cause it hurts that bad

Remember that park where we used to play, I used to see you at Best Buy almost everyday, Was it me baby me was I to blame, Tell me cause you know I can change

Was it my work-a-holic web-a-holic kind of life, Or that hook up with my friend’s girlfriend from Manzano High, I’ll do anything for you please just answer when I call, I’ll even stop swatting girls when I play basketball

You used to put the re in my tard

You used to put the shh in my shart

You used to put the pff in my fart

Now you put the ache in my heart

I’m going crazy

You know you were my world

I’d have your baby

But I’m not a girl

You put the pff

Red Headed American - Eric’s Song

Red is his hair, Where it grows no one knows, Maybe down down below, Where no man should ever go

In the vicinity, In between his two knees, Where it flows possibly, Where no man has ever seen

But no one knows

Where the red hair grows

No no one knows

Where the red hair grows

White is his skin, That is sun sensitive, It’s a curse at the first, Ray of sun and he will burn

Tick a teek tick a tock, Put on more sun a block, It’s a ten ten o’clock, Five minutes since he applied

Sun block

It’s a race against the clock

Put on more sun block

It’s a race against the clock

Whip my sheep

Empty is the wallet, I say how do you call it, You’re broke is the name, Don’t worry there is no shame

To pay the bills you found a wife, I did too, I found five, I’ll trade you my best llama, For your sugar mama

My best llama

For your sugar mama

I’ll trade you my best llama

For your sugar mama

Whip my sheep

Tears On The Shelf - Jordan’s Song

It’s true I stock bags of chips for a living

And price out pet food at Pet Smart

Sometimes my life can get so hard

For money I’m forced to eat pans of pure lard

But when things get tough the tough get going

So I put my tears on the shelf

And now I look in the mirror every morning

And repeat these words to myself

I’m awesome, I’m frickin awesome

If my awesome were a song, It would be by Mozart, Cause he’s awesome and I’m awesome too

It’s true the police chased me through the zoo

I couldn’t afford to by dinner that night

It’s true my apartment’s as slim as a sliver

But my mini stove seems to do alright

It’s true I’ll prostitute my stomach for money

I’ll even suck on athletes feet toes

I’ve been nude, I’ve been naked, I’ve been wearing nothing

At the bottom, At the Butte of my woes

But when the going gets tough the tough get going

So I put my tears on the shelf

And now I look in the mirror every morning

And repeat these words to myself

I’m awesome, I’m frickin awesome

My awesome spits on amazing, And slaps incredible, Cause their both just awesome wannabees

I’m awesome, I’m frickin awesome

If my awesome were a thong, It would be ten inches long, Cause chips aren’t the only packages I stock

If I were someone else, And they were awesome too

I would take a load, And smear myself with poo

Just so I wouldn’t be, Nearly as awesome as you

I’m awesome, I’m frickin awesome

My awesome looked into a mirror, And wiped away a tear, Cause my awesome saw how awesome it is

Scrawny Side of Life - Scrawn’s Song

If you like apple pie

If you’re a small town kind of guy

If you hate hippie commie swine

You might be on the Scrawny side of life

If you say “sir” and “ma’am” all the time

If you go fishing with a hatchet and no fishing line

If you ever wondered if your cousin was your wife

You might be on the Scrawny side of life

Why do birds fly upside down in Texas

Cause we shot off their asses

Roadkill is what’s for breakfast

Trespassers target practice

You can call me sexist

You may all call this reckless

But you’ll remember not to mess with

The Scrawny side of

If you hate urban crime

If you’ve seen Red Dawn a thousand times

If you think the Dixie Chicks were out of line

You might be on the Scrawny side of life

If you use leaves to wipe

If you think income tax is quite a crime

If you think Obama might be the Antichrist

You might be on the Scrawny side of life

I may not have a Lexus

But my Chevy is the bestest

I would be pure d-deadness

If I were left TexMexless

You simply have to check this

Enormous big erectus

Cause everything is bigger in

The Scrawny side of

Picture a porch and shotgun

Now add a beer you’re in Scrawn heaven

Now add a liberal it’s Scrawn hell

Invade a country all is well

On the Scrawny side of life

 

Hoodlum - Zach’s Song

 

Zach is a Crook cause he’s a hoodlum

All you other brothers come and get some

But you don’t want none, Cause he’s a hoodlum

Zach is from the hood, His mama’s cookin’ is yum

Ex the “Y,” add an “L,” put them together now you spell

Manzano is his home, He’s got hoodlum in his bones

Like the tides ebb and flow, Hairlines recede stomach’s grow

Cologne by the gallon, His clothes got girls howlin’

Every brand Abercrombie and Fitch all up on him

Hoodlum’s what they call him, Noone can out ball him

His ride’s an Impala, The girls on him holla’

(Chorus)

Too much grittle in the middle and too little on top

It’s funny as a fiddle when the spittle goes plop

From the mouth to the lips to the air to the floor

Like a dirty politician their will always be more

He’s cool til’ he gets his drink on, Then he gets his gogles on

Cause he drinks up hooks up kisses then looks up

Dog city, Dog pound

Take kids off the list, Check the girl in case she missed

Magic pills cure his ills, No crying baby spills

Noone knows how it feels, A little Zach could be real

Nothing kills sex appeal, like missing a daily pill

(Chorus)

You’ve got to see to believe, To really fully conceive

When he plays hide and seek with his floppy friend Steve

Now you see it now you don’t, Sweet chariot swing low

Now you see it now you don’t, Abracadabra down low

Honeymoon in Jamaica, Swappin’ sexy in the sand

From the bedroom to the shower even in the church van

Baptist by religion, Pacifist so no killin’

Cigars cool for chillin’, Pastor’s daughter what he’s feelin’

Overweight in middle school, So no beef but chicken’s cool

Superman at the pool, Chinese food Chinese rule

Ignored middle child, Youth group kinda wild

Batman brings a smile, Workout less than a mile

(Chorus)

And We Dance – Kellie’s Song

Pumpkin glowing in the sky

Shining down on you and I

Watch me wipe this tear from my eye

Dancing through the moonlight you and I

Burning waves upon the sea

Gently swaying in the breeze

Watch them crashing through you and me

Dancing through the moonlight you and I

And we dance

And we dance

And we dance

Dance

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Orange and red cut through the night

Illuminate your hand in mine

Sweet reflections swim through your eyes

Dancing through the moonlight you and I

Warm embraces kiss the air

Moonlight dances through your hair

Time escapes us lost in your eyes

Dancing through the moonlight you and I

(Chorus)

Pumpkin glowing in the sky

Shining down on you and I

Watch me wipe this tear from my eye

Himbin Jau Wa – Sarah’s Song

What’s in a Booty?

Ghosts say “boo” sports fans do too

Little girls drink tea and it comes before “shirt”

You bzz with the “b”

You ooze with the “oo”

You tease with the “ty”

It’sa Booty and the Beast

Cops like booty so they put them on your wheels

Babies like booty so they wear them on their heels

Pirates like booty so they steal it all the time

Andrew likes Booty so he bumps it from behind

Chorus

Booty was good

Booty was good

In the native tongue

Himbin Jau Wa

Booty good, Booty grind, Booty lemon, Booty lime

Booty stars, Booty shine, Off the Great Wall Booty flies

Booty lows, Booty highs, Booty clothes, Booty buys

Booty suger, Booty spice, Gonna pay the Booty price

Booty live, Booty die, By Rio Rancho Booty High

On times a Booty crime, She always takes her Booty time

Booty up, Booty down, Booty shake by the pound

Booty what, Booty how, Booty when, Booty now

7:30 Booty, 8:30 Booty, 9:30 Booty

Booty Booty Booty

(Chorus)

Sarah Scara, Salt and peppa

One will love ya, One will get ya

One says “no” and one will let ya

One knows you, One’s never met ya

Sarah “hello” – Scara “hate you”

Sarah “love ya” – Scara “kill you”

Sarah “What a beautiful day”

Scara “uuaaahhghguahh”

Booty baby, Booty girl, Booty lady, Booty world

Booty college, Booty sucks, Booty New Life, Better luck

Booty meets some Booty guy, Guys says “hey” it’s booty time

Booty is as Booty does, Andrew’s booty Booty loves

Booty man, Booty ask, Booty “yes,” Booty fast

Booty groom, Booty bride, Booty husband, Booty wife

Booty love it, Booty live it, Booty feeling, Booty-rific

Booty’s lovin, Booty something, Meet the Fellows booty bumpin

(Chorus)

Holy Crap – Jesus’ Song

Did you every get a rash

Sometimes I do

Does it even stink

When God’s son takes a poo

Did you ever mess with your brothers and sisters

Cause you could read their minds

Did you ever have a water fight

And your friends were doused with wine

Was it wierd for you when you went to school

And your teacher graded your homework

Cause you could grade their soul

You created me cool, But I chose to be crap

It’s like you gave me Malibu, But I chose to live in Iraq

When I couldn’t help myself, You became like me

And you traded in your Holy for a piece of crappy me

Chorus

Then you died that death, At the hands of frickin Tools

You changed my Crappy into Holy, Holy Crap that’s really cool

Then you died that death, So I could get back to you

You changed my Crappy into Holy, Holy Crap that’s really cool

Was it hard to take a bath

Cause you’d just sit on top the water

You weren’t kidding when you told your friends

That your dad could beat up all their fathers

You didn’t have no earthly pleasures

Your only ride was a Jackass

You’re the only God of a religion

Who thinks religion’s full of crap

Was it cool in the west when you saw the sunset

And said “wow, that looks pretty sweet

And I created that”

You created me cool, But I chose to be crap

It’s like you gave me an Armani, But I shopped at the GAP

When I couldn’t help myself, You became like me

And you traded in your Holy for a piece of crappy me

Chorus

Then you died that death, At the hands of frickin Tools

You changed my Crappy into Holy, Holy Crap that’s really cool

Then you died that death, So I could get back to you

Then you came back to life, And that means you frickin rule

You’re the coolest God-dude in the whole wide world

You’re the coolest God-dude in the whole wide world