Dancing at the Foot of Angels
©1997 shockorama music pub. / music & lyrics by Bob Schneider
I awoke inside a strangers glance, nervous and suspecting the worst.
Where had i been for so long? Inside a wolfs grin.
I felt colored, packed tight and slightly refreshed.
I unbuttoned my memory and took a look inside myself.
Does it make you feel much better.
Does it make you feel alright.
Does it make you feel good inside.
Im dancing at the foot of angels.
I took a look inside my skull cap. It was all there; the tissue,
The sinew, the arm chair, the tingly aroma of urine,
A fruit basket filled to the brim with decaffeinated hangover cider,
There were the cattle pranks, the friction burns and the lies.
Does it make you feel much better.
Does it make you feel alright.
Does it make you feel good inside.
Im dancing at the foot of angels.
I found the keys i had forgotten i'd misplaced the ones to all the answers to the questions that you'd ever asked and that you'd never asked
Oh and the jelly that was the best part thick and hot and greazy
I used to cover the walls of my antenae so i could hear you calling
The receptions always better that way
Days Like This
©1995 shockorama music pub. / lyrics and melody by Bob Schneider
Its days like this you never leave behind
Its days like this that tend to change your mind
Its days like this where you're supposed to walk the line
Its days like this that sharpen your spine
Its days like this where the wonder never seizes to amaze
You fall to pieces on these days
Its days like this where the world's a spider brain
Its days like this all silly string and novacaine
Its days like this where there's noone to explain
Its days like this where the world goes round again
Its days like this where the courage breaks aways
You fall to pieces on these days
Its days like this when the air electrifies
Its days like this where you win the nobel prize
Its days like this where nothinbg really satisfies
Its days like this when you underline your lies
Its days like this when its no more than a phase
I fall to pieces on these days
Deep in the Heart of Nowhere
lyrics by Bob Schneider & Adam Temple
The bars at night, are always bare
Deep in the heart of nowhere
Ive got a flat, but i aint got no spare
Deep in the heart of nowhere
The passing cars, dont seem to care
Deep in the heart of nowhere
Theyre giving me the finger, i say whateer
Deep in the heart of nowhere
My girlfriend looks like the possesed linda blair
Deep in the heart of nowhere
She says i aint got no savoir faire
Deep in the heart of nowhere
My life is like a blank questionaire
Deep in the heart of nowhere
And i dont have clean underwear
Deep in the heart of nowhere
The girls i meet are like frigidaires
Deep in the heart of nowhere
My hemoroids they bleed and tear
Deep in the heart of nowhere
Feel like im sitting on an electric chair
Deep in the heart of nowhere
Jangly glass all in my brain
Deep in the heart of nowhere
Im falling down the stairs again
Deep in the heart of nowhere
Tried to march to a different drummer but i got no snare
Deep in the heart of nowhere
The hand i was dealt was for solitaire
Deep in the heart of nowhere
I met a girl who was hearing impaired
Deep in the heart of nowhere
She called me up and said,unghuuuunghaahhhungh
Deep in the heart of nowhere
I got bursitus because i cant afford healthcare
Deep in the heart of nowhere
I go to bars dressed like a woman
Deep in the heart of nowhere
I made love to a woman in delaware
Deep in the heart of nowhere
My balls swelled up to the size of pairsd
Deep in the heart of nowhere
I thought it was haircream but it turned out to be nair
Deep in the heart of nowhere
Im not only the president im also a member
Deep in the heart of nowhere
Idont have to make every single line rhyme
Im secure enough in my rhyming ability
If pennies were pain id be a millionaire
Deep in the heart of nowhere
I fucked my grandma for her medicare
Deep in the heart of nowhere
My girlfriends fucking my best friend larr
Deep in the heart of nowhere
She said she was going out to get a pack of smokes
That was fifteen years ago
My girlfriend was round but i didnt care
Deep in the heart of nowhere
When she sat on my face i couldnt even hear the stereo
De janaro
My names floyd but my kids call me gar(y)
Deep in the heart of nowhere
I took my girlfriend down to the abortion clinic where all the fundamentalist christian right to lifers were barracading the place by chaining their naked sweaty bodies to the glass doors while they were being severely beaten to within inches of their lives by overaggressive baton wielding on and off duty police officers because they believed in their heart of hearts that all life was is and always will be sacred but when they saw me and my girlfriend walking up the driveway they all parted and said,youre in there!
Deep in the heart of nowhere
The Denial Song
lyrics by Bob Schneider
The Chunky Tiger and The Dandy Lion
Were sitting around a Fire Fly drinking wine
When along came a Turtleneck
Who had a bottle of Triplesec
The Chunky Tiger said,Please join along
As we sing the Denial Song.
and they sang
Today is yesterdays tommorrow
So you see tommorrows already here
So dont be afraid of life itll hurt you
Because the opposite of love is fear
Now the Work Horse and the Chicken Wire
Heard them singing round the fly fire
They said,Hey weve got a bottle of Grenadine
Would it be cool yall if we made your scene/
The Chunky Tiger said,Please join along
As we sing our favorite song.
and they sang
Today is yesterdays tommorrow
So you see tommorrows already here
So dont be afraid of life itll hurt you
Because the opposite of love is fear
Later still the Houndstooth and the Busy Bee
Heard the commotion so they thought theyd have a looksee
They brought a bottle of bourbon and a case of champaigne
They said,Would you all mind terribly if we remain?
The Chunky Tiger said,Of course not, please join along
Well sind together all night long.
and they sang
Today is yesterdays tommorrow
So you see tommorrows already here
So dont be afraid of life itll hurt you
Because the opposite of love is fear
The Devil Outside My Window
©1993 shockorama music pub. / lyrics & melody by Bob Schneider
all is still in the middle of the night
my hearts on fire it's burning bright
there's nowhere i can run and nowhere ican hide
the devil's outside my window
he's whispering my name and telling me his plan
tappin on the window with a bony red hand
he's telling me son you better start this show
the devil's outside my window
there's a bottle in my left hand my pride's in my right
there's an angel in the closet but its locked up tight
and there's a voice inside my head saying you'll pay as you go
the devil's outside my window
he's rattling his bones and i'm shaking in my shoes
he's making me an offer that i can't refuse
i know i'll say yes cause i can't say no
to the devil outside my window
tap tap tappin
tap tap tappin
tap tap tappin on my window
i know what's right but i think that what's wrong
is that life's so hard and i ain't that strong
so heaven please help me cause it's hell here below
the devil's outside my window
The Difference Between Potatoe Chips and Earthquakes
music & lyrics by Bob Schneider
Godzilla dont wear no hat
A lady bug aint no lady
The difference between
Potatoe chips and earthquakes
Ive found maybe
Earthquakes aint as tasty
As potatoe chips and gravy
And id rather eat a fried potatoe
Than die in a big tornado
A fireman aint on fire
Root beer got no caffeine
The difference between
Lollypops and suckers
From what ive seen
Is a lollypops red or green
And a sucker can get mighty mean
If you say, hey you aint no sucker
Youre a fucked up juju bean.
Godzilla dont wear no shoes
He sure dont read no paper
And the difference between
A hack and a freak
Is a freak dont need no stapler
And id rather be a freak than a hack
Because a freak wont jump in the sack
With no freaky deaky doplar radar
And id rather be godzilla
Than milli vanillia
Dixie Lullabye
©1998 shockorama music pub. / lyrics & melody by Bob Schneider / chordal arrangements by Adam Temple
When summers green with envy
Of winters crystal dress
Then well lay down in the grass
And make ourselves a nest
And underneath the heavens
Where angels go to die
Well pretend the world is ending
And well sing this lullabye
Ladida ladidoo
Dixie lie dixie lou
Lifes for fools like me and you
Ladida ladidoo
And the rolling of the thunder
And the fallin of the rain
And the whisper of the grass
Will be our sweet refrain
As we listen to the fire
As it sings its fiery tune
Well hold our hands together
And hang our hearts upon the moon
And our lives will come and go
And well wonder where they went
And our time will seems so precious
When most of it is spent
We'll struggle in the shadows
And our dreams may come undone
And our hearts they may be broken
As we dance under the sun
Dizzy Stick
©1998 shockorama music pub. / music & lyrics by Bob Schneider
I know youre trying to drive me crazy
I know youre doing a good job baby
I know i cant seem to feel my fingers
This feeling youre filling me up it lingers
And no i dont mind it takes me by surprise
And no i dont mind that it leaves me by your door
Where you wiggle my wiggle my wiggle my wiggle my dizzy stick baby
ou wiggle my wiggle my wiggle my wiggle my dizyy stick baby it dcrives me crazy
When you wiggle my wiggle my wiggle my wiggle my dizyy stick baby oh oh oh
I know youre trying to make it all better
I know youre trying to make me forget her
Wrapping me up in your fancy affairs
All your philosophy has got me all caught unawares
Oh it makes me think oh so much harder
It makes me wish i was oh so much smarter
Where you wiggle my wiggle my wiggle my wiggle my dizzy stick baby
ou wiggle my wiggle my wiggle my wiggle my dizyy stick baby it dcrives me crazy
When you wiggle my wiggle my wiggle my wiggle my dizyy stick baby oh oh oh
Oh now im falling and the telephone is ringing
And i pick it up and its like the angels are singing
But its just you singing me happy birthday
But man my birthdays at least two months away
But i dont mind i dont think its crazy
Oh i dont mind it when you try to save me
Where you wiggle my wiggle my wiggle my wiggle my dizzy stick baby
ou wiggle my wiggle my wiggle my wiggle my dizyy stick baby it dcrives me crazy
When you wiggle my wiggle my wiggle my wiggle my dizzy stick baby oh oh oh
Dont Be So Stingy With Your Pingy
lyrics by Bob Schneider / music by Bob Schneider & Adam Temple
I know i came home late last evening
And my excuses you werent believing
But baby i love you you know thats the truth
So let me step inside your telephone booth of love
And dont be so stingy with your pingy
Baby tonight
Dont be so snappy with your pappy
Baby do me right
I guess you got a little bit uneasy
When i show up last night slightly greasy
And now your telling me that you will not please me
Baby dont tease me believe me i need thee dont leave me
Dont be so stingy with your pingy
Baby tonight
Dont get so loco with that vocal
Baby do me right
My lies are ineffectual cause youre so damn intellectual
I need a coorectional inspectional cant you see youre so infectual
Your so damn animated i dont care if youre contaminated
Ive done all the math honey and all my figures have been recalculated
Dont be so stingy with your pingy
Baby tonight
Dont be so shitty show some pity
Dont get so uptight
Dont be so stickler with your pickler
You know that aint right
Dont be so stingy with your pingy
Baby do me right
Watch the ball bounce up and down
Watch the world spin you around
The the ground fall away
Watch the little things you say
Watch your hands begin to tremble
Watch the way which you resemble
Everything you've always hated
Watch your dreams eradicated
Watch the way she's allyou need
Watch the way you sow your seed
Watch the emptiness inside
Swallow you as you try to hide
Watch the thin facade collapse
If yes by chance well then perhaps
You soon not know just what to think
Don't blink
Watch the hours turn to stone
They'll hold you back and break your bones
Watch the answers dissapear
The one's you knew were always clear
Watch the damage settle through
Watch your pride get cut in two
Fear will break love's weakest link
Don't blink
Don't Fuck With Me
lyrics by Bob Schneider
I'm just a dude I go to work every day
Donít want no trouble I try to watch what I say
Cause peaceful coexistence thatís what I'm all about
But if you wanna fuck with me boy well I'll have to take you out
So don't fuck with me
Dont Quit Your Day Job
music & lyrics by Bob Schneider
Jimi went to the pawn shop
And bought himself a old guitar
He took it home and told his parents
Im going to be a big star
They said, well son thats mighty nice,
And we sure do wish the best for you,
But if you if you want to hear some good advice
This is what we think you should do...
Dont quit your day job
Dont quit your day job
Dont quit your day job
Do yourselves a favor
Well he formed a band the next week
They called themselves kill the pig
And the boys got all excited
When they played their very first gig
Every song they played that night
Was in the key of c (ya later)
At the end of the night the club owner came over and said,
do yourselves a favor...
Dont quit your day job
Dont quit your day job
Dont quit your day job
Do yourselves a favor
They made a cheap recording
Of all their biggest hits
They played it for their girlfriends
Who said,this is the shit!
They sent it to the big boys
In hopes of getting signed
They sent it back unopened and said,
well call you some other time, but in the meantime...
Dont quit your day job
Dont quit your day job
Dont quit your day job
Do yourselves a favor
They all got hair extensions
And bought black leather pants
And they looked so much like rockstars
They actually got a chance
Their knuckleheaded producer
Said,boys we need a hit!
So they wrote a little song
That went a little something like this...
Dont quit your day job
Dont quit your day job
Dont quit your day job
Do yourselves a favor
Now jimis in jamaica
Sailing in hi brand new yacht
And this feller sails up next to him
And says,wew that musta cost a lot.
What do you do young man, to make that kind of bread?
Jimi said,i just sit around and play guitar.
And the other man then said,hey...
Dont quit your day job
Dont quit your day job
Dont quit your day job
Do yourselves a favor
Drinking Song
by Bob Schneider
Sit at my table
And drink all my wine
And tell me a tale
Of some happier time
Sit at my table
And sing me a song
There's no time for sleep
We haven't got long
Sit at my table
And tear me apart
I'm empty inside
They've stolen my heart
Sit at my table
And tell me a lie
We'll all go to hell
Till the day that we die
Dry Humpin
©1993 shockorama music pub. / lyrics & melody by Bob Schneider
When i saw you at the party
You where such a sight to see
Every head turned
But now you're looking right at me
Baby you knocked me out
Baby yes it's true
I knew right then and there
There was something we could do
Dry humpin
Gotta get something
Dry humpin
Baby shake your body close to mine
Dubronic
©1991 shockorama music pub. / lyrics & melody by Bob Schneider
The du du du dubronic
My momma said my momma said
The du du du dubronic
Will get you high high
The du du du dubronic
My momma said may momma said
The du du du dubronic
Is gonna fuck up your head
Early in the morning
Go to my kitchen loading up my favorite bong
Fill it full of ganja
It good for glaucoma
And my body and my soul
The bowl the bowl
You put it in the bowl
You taking a hit but man you're still under control
The soul the soul
It's good for your soul
You take a hit and then you're laughing like old king cole
The mind the mind
It's good for your mind
You take a hit and then you leave your cares behind
Ok ok you heard the play by play
Now what'd that motherfucker say
Pass me the bowl snappy cause i smoke the sensamelia
Don't rat on me boy i warn cause i know where you live and i'll see ya
I smoke the ty-stick man that kick of the bronic is vicious
No smack and no crack and no breaking my back
And it's making my dinner delicious
A zippity dee da doo da i'm smoking the magic hoota
A zippity dee da doo da i don't know where my home is
I'm zip zap zoned lit up to the bone
Goddamn i'm stoned
Late in the evening when i get done jammin
Loading up my favorite bowl
Fill it sull of sensi it good for my stress see
And my body and my soul
Dying in Denver Tonight
lyrics by Bob Schneider / music by Bob Schneider & Adam Temple
Well it's cold and the winds like a ghost from the grave
The sky wants a haircut and the streets need a shave
The girl at the end of the bar needs a light
And i'm dying in denver tonight
The sirens are doglike and rabid and mean
The buildings are covered in gasoline
And they laugh at the devil whose just out of sight
And i'm dying in denver tonight
She said that she'd call and she wouldn't be late
And the bar's closing down and i'm feeling the hate
I feel like a kid on a carnival ride
I'm dying in denver tonight
And the needle is ready and the veins got an erection
And the only thing i need is a good set of directions
I can't seem to find a good enough reason to fight
I'm dying in denver tonight
This head of mine's heavy and coated in guilt
And the scream in my mouth is a handful of silt
And my eyes do not cherish they bleed and they bite
I'm dying in denver tonight
The monkeys not dancing he's 1,000 feet tall
And a chorus of angels are having a ball
Inside of what's left of my hearts appetite
And i'm dying in denver tonight
I'm loaded with options my intentions are good
My breath is kerosine tiger i'm wood
I hope your ok and your doing allright
I'm dying in denver tonight