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<head><title>Sing Along With Pants</title></head> <BODY BGCOLOR="#000000" TEXT="#FFFF00"> <H2 Align=center><FONT SIZE=+3>On The Sixth Day, God Created Pants ...</H2> <P></FONT SIZE> <H3 Align=Center>And so saith the Lord, "Let there be Pants." And there were Pants. And the Lord saw that it was bitchin’.</H3> <P> <CENTER><A HREF="./gravid.html" TARGET="_top">Click here to see the lyrics from our new album, GRAVID!</A></CENTER> <BLOCKQUOTE> What follows are some of the lyrics from some of our old songs. If you are not already familiar with our music, check the <A HREF="../samps"> samples</A> page for the current selection of music clips. After you spend seven hours and forty-three minutes downloading them, play them over and over again while viewing the lyrics found here. Then you can come to our shows and sing for. Won’t that be exciting? To be part of the complex and, yes, even dangerously seductive world of entertainment. They say John Tesh just isn’t the same person since he left Entertainment Tonight to pursue his music career full-time. We thought we should warn you. </BLOCKQUOTE> <P> <HR> <P> <FONT SIZE=+10>"Rodan"</FONT SIZE> <P> He’s not a sculptor like they say Tho’ he looks like he’s molded out of potter’s clay A prehistoric monster from by-gone days But he don’t really mind it all anyway <P> Hey Come On Yeah, etc... <P> He come to take He wanna break Like William Blake He can’t fake it because he’s got a beak on He’s got his grip on down <P> Lived in Japan for most of his life He wanna take himself a trip just to see all the sights He’s got his trunk packed up ready for the flight That pterodactyl knows he don’t fly by night <P> Right Come On Yeah, and so on ... <P> He come to take He wanna break Like William Blake He can’t fake it because he’s got a beak on He’s got his grip on <P> Rodan <P> Cruisin’ Appalachia now look at him fly He spots a barbecue below, a couple redneck guys He wanna score some ribs and American pie When the sweat-stained honkies shot him outta the sky <P> Hey who’d you eat today Leave ‘em out to decay That’s why they’re draggin’ the bay <P> Oh but ain’t that the way He’s a member of the NRA <P> Hey Hey What’d I say That’s why they’re draggin’ the bay <P> Oh but ain’t that the way Tell me what’d I say <P><P> <FONT SIZE=+10>"Wired"</FONT SIZE> <P> The day when MTV started I thought I was in heaven and I’d died Videoes well-suited my short attention span Got my first cocaine snort and I was wired <P> I spent my life in the early Eighties When Reagan and the Smurfs were here to stay I’m a child of the Me Generation Self-indulgent shit filled my days <P> Nuclear war The Jackson Tour The Fresh air Times Square <P> Ric Ocasek was my hero Scrawny long bad posture all the same He was kinda ugly and kinda dorky I was Hungry Like the Wolf and that’s my shame <P> John Belushi’s really dead now Three’s Company’s gone into repeats Tom Selleck and Don Jonson are trying to be movie stars Without their fashion pastels they’re just not complete <P> The Love Boat Sails The Contras wail Bad economy Police Acamedy <P> Take me back to your better days When the Clash headlined arena shows When everybody wondered what they meant by Freeze Frame And J. Geil’s girlfriend’s a centerfold <P> Rick Springfield Bernie Goetz Ollie North Mr. T <P> I spent my life in the early Eighties When shuttles exploded in the sky Yuppies like bunnies multiplied in sin And Delta was just not safe to fly <P><P> <FONT SIZE=+10>"She Could Bend a Sword in Her Hand"</FONT SIZE> <P> She could ben a sword in her hand She could rule a big foreign land Her cookin’s always spicy not bland And then she’ll form a rock’n’roll band She could bend a sword in her hand There’s many stories I know This one’s as good as gold The formidable foe <P> She could bend a sword in her hand She could rule a big foreign land Her cookin’s always spicy not bland In fact her escape pod is already manned She could bend a sword in her hand <P> She came right up to me Said "Al, ya plainly see," "Bust out a Do-Re-Mi ..." <P> She could ben a sword in her hand She could rule a big foreign land Her cookin’s always spicy not bland And then she’ll form a rock’n’roll band She could bend a sword in her hand <P> This is the very last verse Things couldn’t get much worse She left us in a hearse <P> She could ben a sword in her hand She could rule a big foreign land Her cookin’s always spicy not bland And then she’ll form a rock’n’roll band She could bend a sword in her hand <P> Watch it <P> <P> <FONT SIZE=+10>"Lowell’s Ladder"</FONT SIZE> <P> My frog is some seven years old He got that way cuz his skin is so cold <P> Ain’t got no graveyard to rest his fool bones He’s got a muddy ol’ fishtank, when he croaks he’s all alone <P> He’s all seasick, couldn’t get much sadder Headed out West cuz he’s climbin’ on up Lowell’s ladder <P> Climbin’ on up Lowell’s ladder It’s a long way down <P> My friends think that two-percent is better They say it’s the diference between Prince and Eddie Vedder <P> Chia Pet heads up late night chatter Think they’re worried ‘bout climbing on up Lowell’s Ladder <P> Climbing on up Lowell’s ladder It’s a long way down <P> Tell you what I mean to say You shit shined troglodyte I got bad tooth decay <P> Wrecked my car just for the money Took my dividend to buy myself some honey <P> I shot my foot and said it didn’t matter I’m just concerned about climbin’ on up Lowell’s ladder <P> Climbin’ on up Lowell’s ladder It’s a long way down <P><P> <HR> <A HREF="../index.html" target="_top">Go Home With Planet Of Pants &copy 1996, 1999</A>