My baby’s momma is a singular girl-
She brought up her daughter and brought her up well.
I’m breathing no more, 'cause she took it away…
My baby gives it up every day.
Baby smiled like a tiny child
She talked her head off, and the land lies wild
Tossed and turned on a teardrop sea
And all those dark clowns who are following me
And you fly, she pointed up into the sky
And you can touch them if you try
And you fly
Baby left as she lost her breath
Hastens off to some unknown death
Trapped inside under painted eyes
Takes herself into the new sunrise
And you fly, she pointed up into the sky
And you can touch them if you try
And you fly
I can’t stand to fly
I’m not that naive
I’m just out to find
The better part of me
I’m more than a bird…I’m more than a plane
More than some pretty face beside a train
It’s not easy to be me
Whether I’m right, or whether I’m wrong
Whether I find my place in this world, or never belong
I’ve gotta be me! I’ve gotta be me
What else can I be but what I am
I am what I am
I am my own special creation.
So come take a look,
Give me the hook or the ovation.
It’s my world that I want to take a little pride in,
My world, and it’s not a place I have to hide in.
Life’s not worth a damn,
'Til you can say, “Hey world, I am what I am.”
That’s the song I hear
Let the world sing today
A song of peace that echoes on
And never goes away
I can grasp your hand so tightly
Never feel my touch
You can always feel the pain
But you never feel the love
Hard times are harder
When you can’t quite find the beat
You must search down deep down inside you
To find the peace that you seek
Can’t find the words to tell you
You’re not who you think
I can’t change you, I can’t heal you
All I know there’s more to you than you see
Wake up, the sun is rising
It’s time to play
But there’s a deep dark fog inside you
That never burns away
Burn out the day
Burn out the night
I can’t see no reason to put up a fight
I’m living for giving the devil his due…
And I’m burning, I’m burning, I’m burning for you
Fight, fight, fight, fight, yeah!
Fight, fight, fight, yeah!
Fight for what you want!
Fight for what you need.
Fight to keep the one you love,
If love is what you feel.
You wake up late for school man you don’t wanna go
You ask you mom, “Please?” but she still says, “No!”
You missed two classes and no homework
But your teacher preaches class like you’re some kind of jerk
You gotta fight for your right to party
They fight, they bite,
They bite and fight and bite,
Fight fight fight, bite bite bite,
The Itchy & Scratchy Show!
They’re Pinky and The Brain
Yes, Pinky and The Brain
One is a genius
The other’s insane.
They’re laboratory mice
Their genes have been spliced
They’re dinky
They’re Pinky and The Brain, Brain, Brain, Brain
Brain, Brain, Brain, Brain
Brain.
Before each night is done
Their plan will be unfurled
By the dawning of the sun
They’ll take over the world.
There’s got to be a morning after
If we can hold on through the night
I’m goin’ down to South Park gonna have myself a time,
Friendly faces everwhere humble folks without temptation,
I’m goin’ down to South Park gonna leave my woes behind,
Ample Parking Day or Night, people spouting, “Howdy, Neighbor”
I’m headin’ down to South Park gonna see if I can’t unwind,
I like girls with big vagina, I like girls with big fat titties
So come on down to South Park, and meet some friends of mine.
Well I’m goin’ down to Laurel
It’s a dirty stinkin’ town yeah
But me I know exactly
What I’m going to find
Little girl I’m goin’ to see
She is a fool for lovin’ me
But she’s in love
And love’s a funny state of mind.
There’s a young man that I know
His age is twenty-one
Comes from down
In southern Colorado
Just out of the service
And he’s looking for his fun
Someday soon, going with him
Someday soon
Where the snowy peaks gleam in the moonlight,
above the dark forests of pine,
And the wild foaming waters dash onward,
toward lands where the tropic stars shine;
Where the scream of the bold mountain eagle,
responds to the notes of the dove
Is the purple robed West, the land that is best,
the pioneer land that we love.
She’s so mean but I don’t care
I love her eyes and her wild wild hair
Dance to the beat that we love best
Heading for the nineties
Living in the wild wild west
The wild wild west
She’s a real Martian beauty, my number nine cutie
She has nine hairs on her head
1,2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9
Tied up in ribbons of red
Time is past in the Field of Mars
Grief won’t last in the departing cars
And I call her name, but she never, ever hears
And I call again to the cruelty of the years
Oh my love she’s so far away
Oh my love she’s so far away
Oh, Field of Mars
Oh, Field of Mars