She's 39, but she still looks young
Not very young, but a lot of fun
She's my 39 lady in the sun
49 and I'm feelin' fine
In the sun that's a lot of fun
Drinkin' mai tais, kickin' back with my flip-flops on
I'm wearin' socks and my toe is tight
I think about her every damn night
Ballad Of Hollywood Jack And The Rage Kage
This is the ballad of Hollywood Jack and the Rage Kage
Nothing could stop them when Jables and Rage hit the stage
And Hollywood Jack hit the big time and when to make movies
Rage Kage was left far behind in the dust of his dreams
And he grumbled and growled and watched Hollywood Jack on Jay Leno
He bellowed and said he'd be nothing without help from Kage
He burned up the photos of Jables and Kage doing mushrooms
"Fuck him, I don't need no Hollywood Jack anyway"
J: Hey Kage
J: How goes it man?
K: S'good... s'good
J: Y'know I been thinking a lot about it, and um, I just want us to be the
Best fucking band in the world.
K: Well yeah me too!
J: There's no point in doing it if we're not the best.
K: Well s'true. I agree with that.
J: I mean what, yeah we're gonna be, yeah we're really good. We're like
The world is fucking turning to shit
The Earth don't stand a chance
Hurricane Typhoon will destroy the city
We got to clean up the skies and recycle
We got to stop the over-population
But most important of all
We got to build a Deth Starr
Deth Starr it's a fucking ship
Flutes And Trombones
KG: Wha... Hey... wha... what's happenin?
JB: What are you doin here?
KG: Oh I... uh... just... uh... I think I forgot somethin... Just you
JB: Wait a second. It's like 2am, In the middle of the night
JB: And your here in the recording studio alone?
JB: So what up?
Low Hangin' Fruit
Well me and Kage are hungry
We're hungry for some fruit
We wander through the garden
It would be a hoot
To eat some low hanging fruit
We're on a freaky pursuit
Don't want no high class model in designer fucking bathing suit
We want the low hanging fruit
Well it's 3 P.M.
Time to lug the gear
Gotta get it on the stage
My muscles flex, my fuckin' sweat will save the day
When I check the mic
I fuckin' check the mic
I fuckin' checka-checka one, two, three
I plug it in, I make it sound as good as can be
Rock Is Dead
Rock is dead, rock is dead
Rock is dead, rock is dead
Talk to my friend, that's what he said
Is rock still around? No rock is dead
It's all over, rock and roll is dead
Bottle of jack, Mercury Fred
Muscle car, Grateful Dead
Tell me baby what's your name?
Won'tcha have a seat-a
Tell me baby who's to blame?
I'll fucking kill the man who has done you wrong
My body's shaking outta control
They Fucked Our Asses
They fucked our asses,
They fucked 'em hard,
But we kept our indie cred for the whole night yard,
They blocked our album,
They fucked our show,
But we marched through hill and bill,
Through the ice and snow,
Moses came down from the hill
Holding the rules in his hand
Looked all around
Noone was listening
Now it's time to throw down
So throw down
To Be The Best
To be the best
We got to pass the test
We gotta make it all the way
To the top of the mountain
We can do it again!
To feel the high
We got to learn to fly
We got to take it to the sky
On the wings of an eagle!