On That Note: Toast (and Marmalade...)
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Gimme about a half a teacup of bass
Now, I need a pound of fatback drums
Now, give me four tablespoons of boiling Memphis guitars
This goin' taste all right
Now, I need a pound of fatback drums
Now, give me four tablespoons of boiling Memphis guitars
This goin' taste all right
Push my button
The toast pops up
Love and money
Getting all mixed up, whoah
The toast pops up
Love and money
Getting all mixed up, whoah
The Flaming Lips, She Don't Use Jelly
I know a girl who thinks of ghosts,
She'll make you breakfast, she'll make you toast.
But she don't use butter.
And she don't use cheese.
She don't use jelly, or any of these.
She uses Vaseline
I know a girl who thinks of ghosts,
She'll make you breakfast, she'll make you toast.
But she don't use butter.
And she don't use cheese.
She don't use jelly, or any of these.
She uses Vaseline
Tommy Bolin, Post Toastee
So take it nice and easy,
Leave the coals in the pit.
Don't let your mind post-toastee,
Like a lot of my friends did.
So take it nice and easy,
Leave the coals in the pit.
Don't let your mind post-toastee,
Like a lot of my friends did.
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This one swings!
Also, fun fact: Eddie was the older brother of Nat "King" Cole
Also, fun fact: Eddie was the older brother of Nat "King" Cole
This thread would be incomplete without a little Heywood Banks...
In other words, it was hot...
The engine was bloody
It was sweaty and damp
And brilliantly lit with a brimstone lamp
An imp for fuel was shovelin' bones
While a furnace rang with a thousand groans
The boiler was filled with lager beer
The devil himself was the engineer
The passengers were most a motley crew
Some were foreigners, and others he knew
Rich men in broadcloth, beggars in rags
Handsome young ladies and wicked old hags
As the train rushed on at a terrible pace
Sulfuric fumes scorched there hands and face
Wider and wider the country grew
Faster and faster the engine flew
The engine was bloody
It was sweaty and damp
And brilliantly lit with a brimstone lamp
An imp for fuel was shovelin' bones
While a furnace rang with a thousand groans
The boiler was filled with lager beer
The devil himself was the engineer
The passengers were most a motley crew
Some were foreigners, and others he knew
Rich men in broadcloth, beggars in rags
Handsome young ladies and wicked old hags
As the train rushed on at a terrible pace
Sulfuric fumes scorched there hands and face
Wider and wider the country grew
Faster and faster the engine flew
My heart is human, my blood is boiling, my brain IBM.
How can we understand
Riots by the people for the people
Who are only destroying themselves
And when you see a frightened
Person who is frightened by the
People who are scorching this earth.
Riots by the people for the people
Who are only destroying themselves
And when you see a frightened
Person who is frightened by the
People who are scorching this earth.
Nibblin' on sponge cake
Watchin' the sun bake
All of those tourists covered with oil
Strummin' my six-string
On my front-porch swing
Smell those shrimp
They're beginnin' to boil
Watchin' the sun bake
All of those tourists covered with oil
Strummin' my six-string
On my front-porch swing
Smell those shrimp
They're beginnin' to boil
