Presidents of the United States of America lyrics

Well sugar's only sweetness
Salt is ocean's tears
And you were my only weakness
For years and years and years

You little yellow sweetie
You were hiding in a jar
Now my mind is gone completely
Take off the lid and there you are

You're my candy
Candy

Well the devil, she made sweet candy
Took six days and nights to dream
On the seventh day she rested
woke up early and made me cream

I can't explain glacial motion
Or why Los Angeles don't drop into the ocean
I can't unfold the layers of mystery
Or piece together the tragedy of history

'Cuz those lucky suckers, they don't have to work
Big 3-D billboards and big 30-foot Smurfs
And everybody wants to be naked and famous
Everybody wanna be just like me I'm naked and famous

I met a poet, said she didn't like the smell of it

Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow
Meow, meow, meow, meow
Little bag o' bones been out all night
Little bag o' bones been out all night
Can you hear him, scratchin' at the screen door
Can you hear him, scratchin' at the screen door
Little bag o' bones been out all night
He needs some pettin' and lovin' on his head
He needs some pettin' and lovin' on his rain-soaked hide

Lump sat alone in a boggy marsh
Totally motionless except for her heart
Mud flowed up into Lump's pajamas
She totally confused all the passing piranhas
She's Lump, she's Lump
She's in my head.
She's Lump, she's Lump, she's Lump
She might be dead

Lump lingered last in line for brains
And the ones she got were sort of rotten and insane
Small things so sad that birds could land

Get down
Let me tell you 'bout a friend of mine
His name's Boll Weevil check him out
He spends all day on his big butt
And he don't never ever get outside
I come to visit, I bring some sunshine
And I just spread it all over the fire
He's stuck on his big couch, stuck in his big shell
He looks at the TV and he's all right
I come from the drug lord, the local drug store

A little blind spider took the wheel
Navigatin' grass blades completely by feel
Got a sassy chassis, sparkle in the sun
All four small bald fat tires, rockin' through the sand
And burnin' up
Little dune buggy, in the sand
Little blue dune buggy, in my hand

Got a rubber band motor hummin' on the beach ready for fun
Quit spinnin' that web and come out and play in the sun

Well I've been elected to rock your asses till midnight
Well this is my term and I shaved off my perm but it's alright
I solemnly swear to uphold the Constitution
Got a rock 'n roll problem well we got a solution
Just let me be who I am and let me kick out the jams, yeah
Let me kick out the jams, I done kicked 'em out
Well I've been selected to orbit the planet in a rocket

Happy with no teeth, happy here in hibernation
Slurpin' on a peach, starin' at the situation
Kitty at my foot, meowin' out a conversation
Rockin' back 'n forth, that's my only destination

Old man on the back porch (x3)
And that old man is me
Old man on the back porch (x3)
And that...

Meeeeeee-ow, wow, wow, wow

Got a two string on my lap, total subsonic vacation

But that's totally
But that's totally
Billions of birdies squawkin' outloud
Talkin' in code to the clams in the clouds
They send a secret message, they send it by worm
So vibratin' spiders will receive the word

But that's totally
Feather pluckin' insane
Ten million monkeys all pick up guitars
Nobody taught them how
Five thousand fishies rockin' really really really hard
Nobody taught them how

You Lynyrd Skynyrd hat
And me little kitty
Sat across with a velvet jacket
Wild orange hair and dark dark eyes
I gawked like a twelve year old smitten
Carla the stripper straight from L.A.
You seem cool for a naked chick in a booth
Let's be pals someday
In other words, put some clothes on and call me

I saw you, it was incredible

Slim relaxed buyin' wine at the QFC
On this snowy Saturday night

Movin' to the country, gonna eat a lot of peaches
I'm movin' to the country, I'm gonna eat me a lot of peaches
I'm movin' to the country, I'm gonna eat a lot of peaches
Movin' to the country, I'm gonna eat a lot of peaches
Peaches come from a can, they were put there by a man In a factory downtown
And if I had my little way, I'd eat peaches everyday
Sun soakin' bulges in the shade

We're not gonna make it
No, no, we're not gonna make it
'Cuz there's a million better bands
With a million better songs
Drummers who can drum
And singers who can sing
Deep in my heart, I do believe
We're not gonna make it
No, no, we're not gonna make it
'Cuz we don't have the talent
And we don't have the time
And we don't have the patience
And we don't know how to rhyme

Little salamander, where did you go
Edge of the yard
I found you, you know
All brown and hard
I can't get your body out of my mind
I can't get your body
I can't get your body out of my mind
I can't get your body
She goes smooth through my body
Through my body, she goes smooth
She goes smooth through my body
Through my body, she goes smooth

Little killer froggy, where did you hop