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Flabby Rode (HML 1002)
Track Listing (with links to lyrics)
- We Sing Real Low (:33)
- Come To Hawaii (2:31)
- Welcome To The Zoo (2:27)
- Cattle Horns (:39)
- Don’t Drop A Brick On Your Foot (It Will Hurt) (3:02)
- Horseshoe/Divorce You (:32)
- When You’re A Dad (:43)
- No Man On Earth (1:46)
- Glixer Battle Anthem (4:01)
- This Means War (1:13)
- Nice Day For War (2:40)
- Mr. Death (1:58)
- Aeila (2:09)
- Fat Chants 2 (1:15)
- Stoned Again (:45)
- Everything’s Big (:32)
- Dog Eat Dog (7:07)
- Nasty Russian (5:08)
- TV’s Workin’ Again (:33)
Credits
All of the songs on Flabby Rode were written by Sanger/McDermott/Govett/Phelan and performed by Team Fat, with Dave Sanger sitting in on drums, and published by Fat Manor Publishing (BMI) except where noted.
“Come To Hawaii” (McDermott)
Copyright ©1991 True Blue Music (BMI)
“Welcome To The Zoo” is from Putt Putt Saves the Zoo by Humongous Entertainment (1995), with vocals by “Rappin’” John Houck and Spanki, sax by Alex S. Hernandez and drums by “Those Incessant Drums” (Dave Sanger, Brannon Temple, Chris Searles and James Fenner).
“Don’t Drop A Brick On Your Foot (It Will Hurt)”
(McDermott)
Copyright ©1997 True Blue Music (BMI)
“When You’re A Dad” (McDermott)
Copyright ©1996 True Blue Music (BMI)
The vocals on “No Man On Earth” are by Dianna Winslow.
“Glixer Battle Anthem” is from Invaders From Glixer: Rescue The Scientists by Compton’s New Media (1994), with lead guitar by Ted Hall and drums by Joe Boone.
“This Means War,” “Nice Day For War” and “Nasty Russian” are from This Means War by Star Jammer/Illusion Machine/MicroProse (1995). On “Nice Day For War,” the drums are by Anthony Ortega and the keyboard is by Floyd Domino.
“Mr. Death” and “Aeila” were written by George Alistair Sanger. The vocals on “Mr. Death” are by European Sex Machine.
“Fat Chants 2” is from Freddi Fish And The Case Of The Missing Kelp Seeds by Humongous Entertainment (1994), with keyboard by Floyd Domino, drums by David Sanger and steel by John Ely.
“Stoned Again” is from Dawn Of War by Illusion Machines (1995).
Mastered by Larry Seyer at Bismeaux Studio
Mission Control: Linda Law
SuperPublicist: Spanki Avallone
Lyrics (still under construction)
“We Sing Real Low” (Team Fat)
Copyright ©1996 Team Fat. All rights reserved.
Published by Fat Manor Publishing (BMI). Used by permission.
Out here in Texas we say “you-all”
We drink beer and then we chew all
Sorts of snuff
(Cause that’s good stuff)
And then we spit it on the road
We are friendly we are fair
(We’ll kick your butt if you don’t care)
But most of all in Texas
We like to sing real low
We move real slow
And we sing real low
“Cattle Horns” (Team Fat)
Published by Fat Manor Publishing (BMI). Used by permission.
Every day it’s all the same
Wins a ranch in a poker game
Makes his liquor out of corn
And fits his car with cattle horns
Tips with a fifty dollar bill
A Texas man is king of the hill
Copyright ©1996 Team Fat. All rights reserved.
Published by Fat Manor Publishing (BMI). Used by permission.
No man on Earth
Makes this world a perfect world for me
No tiresome people, they bore me
In a world that I’d kill to have all around me
No man on Earth
Makes this world a world that’s worth saving
If one more man comes to me waving
His puny weapon, I could step on them
All right, I’ll play your little game
If only in the name of trying
But the thrill of the sport sure can turn into torture
And baby ... You’re better off dying
Who’ll be the first
To come and get what I’m giving
Who’s tired of this old way of living
Step over that line and your life will be mine
Just keep bringing it on till you’re all of you gone and there’s
No man ... on Earth.
“Glixer Battle Anthem”
(Team Fat)
Published by Fat Manor Publishing (BMI). Used by permission.
Hey all you Earth-type girls and guys
We’re going to take you by surprise
Your historical discoveries
Will vanish right before your eyes
Travelling back and forth through time
We will commit the perfect crime!
Pay attention to me closely
No one can stop us this time
It’s a little bit frightning
You won’t believe how
All this has happened to your planet
You’ll get used to being young Glixerians
It’s a grim new world
We re-began it!
Hey All you Earth-type gals and “dudes”
Time to adjust your attitudes
Science Schmience! You won’t need it any more
Once you’ve become Glixerized
“Mr. Death” (George Alistair Sanger)
Copyright ©1997 Big Fat Inc. All rights reserved.
Published by Fat Manor Publishing (BMI). Used by permission.
I can’t take a breath
I can’t make a move
I can’t think a thought
I can’t sing a song with a minimal groove
I can’t get away
From the singular fact
Well I can’t take a breath without seeing Mr. Death
I can’t take a bath
Mr. Death is washing my back
And I can’t do the disco
Mr. Death will dance on my foot
I can’t sing the rest
Well I can’t take a breath without seeing Mr. Death
But I can’t see Mr. Death
If I don’t take that breath
I can’t find my car keys
Better ask Mr. Death
And I get so lonely
We play a game of chess
Well I can’t take a breath
Well I can’t take a breath
Well I can’t take a breath
Well I can’t take a breath
Without seeing Mr., um, I don’t remember how it ends
“Aeila” (George Alistair Sanger)
Published by Fat Manor Publishing (BMI). Used by permission.
Aeila, soft as a flower’s underwear
Loud as a clap of thunder, where (thunder where)
The eagles dare (and grizzly bear)
I hear you calling
To me - ah. Beautiful like the seashore
Not ugly like a dinosaur
She’s my amour
Hungadunga Hungadunga Ooooh-ooh
(spoken) Aiela. I have not slept since first I met you
And you can bet, that I shan’t soon forget you
For you’ve invaded all my dreams
And now it seems
That I hear you calling
To me
Aeila, pure as a drink of morning dew
Don’t make me think I’m boring you
Adoring you
Please come back to me
“Stoned Again” (Team Fat)
Published by Fat Manor Publishing (BMI). Used by permission.
Look like I’m stoned again
She’s giving me that primal grin
I’ll drag her to my cave, and then
I’m stoned again
“Everything’s Big” (Team Fat)
Published by Fat Manor Publishing (BMI). Used by permission.
Everything’s big in Texas
Big boots, big hats, big dogs, big cats, and lizards like T-Rexes
Everything is built past what the spec says
So drop your drawers and wave your flag and show 'em you’re from Texas
So drop your drawers and show 'em you’re from Texas