eleventeen
eleventeen, eleventeen you taste like klonipen and ovalteen
practice your smile in the pharmacy aisle
you’re mildly attractive you’re totally vile
let’s go oooh ah
let’s go oooh ah
let’s go oooh ooh ah
ooh ah
eleventeen, you teenage dream, you taste like virasept and methedrine
practice your smile in some pharmacy aisle
you’re mildly attractive and totally vile
let’s go oooh ah...
eleventeen she wants more portrait of johnny portrait of teenage ho why? ah
eleventeen made the scene
fucked on virasept and methadrine
practice your smile in the boulevard style
mildly attractive, you’re totally vile
let’s go ooh ah...
Lyrics and Music by Mike Webber published through BMI/Ticklebee 1999
inside phyllis diller
i just woke up got two things on my mind one says where is chiva where is me chorizo
and sucked up and heinous hola papi intravenous
kind of love is big and silly like phyllis dilly.
and ooh ooh ooh i’m much too distracted todayto get it ah... ah here it comes
i just woke up got two things on my mind one says
where is chiva where is me chorizo
and fuck me i’m famous hola papi lick my anusthe big and funny life of phyllis diller
and ooh ooh ooh we find we’re destructive todayto get it ah..ah here it comes
upon inspection it’s plain to seeall the little nice things get away from me
i taste infection i taste disease i taste copies
copies of me and go to sleep little baby and wake up never maybe
i just woke up i got two things on my mind one says give me some chiva now suck on me chorizo
and fuck me i’m heinous hola papi lick my anusthe big and funny life of phyllis diller
and ooh ooh ooh we find we’re distracted today to get it on ...oh here it comesLyrics and Music by Mike Webber published through BMI/Ticklebee1999
i'd take a bomb
they can hold me down
underwater till i drown
‘cause i’d do it all for you
got a letter in my palm
blow me to kingdom come
‘cause i’d take a bomb for you.
they can try and shoot me down
but i’m way above the clouds
see, i’d take a bomb for you
united they’d fall
cause i’d kill them all
yeah, i’d take a bomb for you
i can’t explain it
all the fucked up shit i’d do
i can’t explain it
but i’d take a bomb for you
they can drop the bomb
air raid till half past dawn
but i’d take a bomb for you
got a letter in my palm
blow me to kingdom come
‘cause i’d take a bomb for you
they could knock me all about
but i’ll tell you there’s no doubt
cause i’d take a bomb for you
i’d take a bomb
i’d take you to the prom
yeah, i’d take a bomb for you
i can’t explain it
all the fucked up shit i’d do
i can’t explain it
but i’d take a bomb for you
Lyrics and Music by Jula Bell published through BMI/Ticklebee 1999
julie christie
julie christie, blank face, foreign car
nice, nice, unstable
does the frug in a disco bar
julie christie, blank face, foreign car
nice, nice, unstable
ringy singy thingy not all there
she takes stock of her situation
modern lovers coming to town
feel sparkle feel alienation
ringy singy thingy all around
it gets bad but you keep on living
julie christie in a car
i’m destroying all the things you’re giving me
julie christie, comma star, comma star, leave a scar, comma star
julie christie, blank face , foreign car
well done nails streak a comma star
julie christie
Lyrics and Music by Mike Webber published by BMI/Ticklebee 2000
san pedro
an aerial map depicting san pedro
boats and ports surrounding the town
an aerial map nice nice to see san pedro
nice and high, nice and hard to come down
please stop staying those words
life is picking on me and stop saying those words
your just checking to see you’re checking on me
i’m seeing aerial maps i’m over san pedro
boats and ports surrounding the town
an aerial map depicting san pedro
nice and high, nice and hard to come down
fruit punch then seizures, life is picking on me
fruit punch and seizures stop checking on me
checking to see
Lyrics and Music by Mike Webber published by BMI/Ticklebee 2000
donny
oh donny oh donny oh donny oh donny
down at the schoolyard at 3:08
sweaty and smiling, but never late
i thought i was special, now i think again
he was 24 and i was 10
oh donny...
we used to talk at least 3 times a day
four hours on weekends three on weekday
he had a beard and had real bad skin
he was 24 and i was 10
oh donny...
rusty beige ten speed creaked down my street
flickin’ his bell nervous tappin’ feet peered through my window
till i’d give a nod didn’t know why folks thought that he was odd
oh donny...
what did we talk about? tell me again
what did we talk about? tell me again
were you a prevert or just my friend
what did we talk about? oh donny
oh donny what did we talk about donny?
Lyrics and Music by Jula Bell published through BMI/Ticklebee 1997
let's get small
let’s get small ma’s gone for a weekend or two we know what we’re gonna do
we’re drinkin’ as much as we can action figure size is our plan
your ma is a cop and your dad is a shrink
so you’ve got an issue or two authority blows and mayhem rules all
come on baby let’s get small let’s get small!
too miniscule to answer the phone
we’re scientists in inebriation we’re drinking as much as we can action figure size is our plan
your ma is a cop and your dad is a shrink
so you’ve got an issue or two society blows and mayhem rules all
come on baby let’s get small let’s get small! la la la la la la la
come on baby let’s get small la la la la la la la
come on baby let’s get small
your ma is a cop and your dad is a shrink
so you’ve got an issue or two authority blows and mayhem rules all
come on baby let’s get small let’s get small! oi oi oi !
we’re content to lay on the floor we’re too short to answer the door so far gone no chance to revive
we’re so tiny we can’t even drive
your ma is a cop and your dad is a shrink
so you’ve got an issue or two authority blows and mayhem rules all
come on baby let’s get small let’s get small!Lyrics and Music by Jula Bell published through BMI/Ticklebee 1997
where’s my bouquet
Where’s my bouquet? where’s my bouquet?
perhaps you didn’t know it’s already christmas day.
I waited for you for things that you swore.
I waited, and waited, and waited once more.
The same dreary day. the same delivery guy.
I gaze out the window as he passes by.
Where’s my bouquet?...christmas day.
I knew it would come. I knew all along.
But, i guess you’re no saviour and I was mistakably wrong.
Looking outside as the trucks pull away.
When nothing means nothing, then nothing’s o.k.
Where’s my bouquet?...Where’s my bouquet...christmas day.
Think about me when you open her presents.
When you lie in her bed in the middle of the night.
Think about me as the loneliness devours you
‘cause the love that you gave slowly turned into shite.
Where’s my bouquet?...christmas day.
Where’s my bouquet?...christmas day.
Lyrics and Music by Jula Bell published by BMI/Ticklebee 2000
moviestar head
Be careful what you wish for
‘Cause it might come true
Be careful what you’re thinkin’ of
Cause they’re listening to you
Late at night when you dream
They’ll be watching you
Don’t be surprised when someone sneaks up
and winks back at you
I fell in love with a stranger
When he was on the screen
35 feet tall, he only had one scene
He gave me something to think about
To fill my time in between
He was soft on my eyelids
I was only fourteen, fourteen... but
I went to bed with a moviestar head
I know that sounds kinda’ creepy
It rolled on over and to me it said
Wish I could love you completely
You’re questioning my actions
I don’t think you understand
I fell in love w/ a stranger
It was completely unplanned
Everytime I see a Moviestar head
I want to hold it unmanned
My longing for a little snack ‘o’ head
Should go without reprimand
I demand ‘Cause...I went to bed w/a moviestar head...
You’re skeptical, you’re sickened
I don’t think you understand
You shouldn’t judge other’s habits
With your existance so bland
Everytime I see a moviestar head
I want to hold it unmanned
My longing for a little taste of love
should go without reprimand I demand
Cause...I went to bed with a moviestar head...
three shiny nailsWell--it takes 3 shiny nails to crucify the lord.
three shiny nails to crucify the lord.
three shiny nails to crucify the lord--
if you can’t finda cross, just nail 'em to a board.
2 short ones for his hands, one long one for his feet. 3x
Three shiny nails...you can pin him down real neat
Well, we’ll nail 'em to a cross way up in the air 3x
...hey saint peter i can see your house from here
it takes...three shiny nails to crucify the lord 3x
...if you can't find a cross just nail him to a board
you can pin him on your collar or wear him round your neck 3X
you just better pray that he ain't coming back
lyrics by: Eddie French and Bell
Music by: Eddie French
Marc Spitz Freestyle arrangement by: Jula Bell
2003 Ticklebee BMI
what is real
What is real? Oh what is real? What is real? Probably nothing. What is
real? I cannot feel--I guess that's something.
What is love? Oh what is love ? What is love? I'll tell you
something--love can kill--truck ferris wheel--with a coupla' loose bolts.
Like the stale water in the vase where flowers bloom, and then they die.
Love's a curse, there's nothing worse.
Love's like a driveby.
What is real? Oh oh oh
What is real? Oh what is real? What is real? Probably nothing.
What is real? A plowed down field. I guess that's something...
Lyrics and music by Jula Bell
2003 Ticklebee BMI
that's when he starts to bakeHe's getting sicker
Painkillers and liquor
Won’t keep him from dyin' Oh!
That's when he starts to bake 4x
He's getting weaker
His future looks bleaker
But he keeps denyin’ Oh!
That's when he starts to bake 4x
He's lost between stations
No family relations
Can keep up the lyin' Oh!
That's when he starts to bake 4x
He's gettin' sicker
Painkillers and liquor
Won’t keep him from dyin' Oh!
That's when he starts to bake 4x
Music by Jula Bell and Patricia Klein
Lyrics by Jula Bell
Ticklebee publishing BMI 1998
indie sez kill
Your wrists are in slings, and you play the same
Your all choked up, 'cause your mailbox is empty
But don’t worry now 'cause your industry pals really do care
Indie sez kill indie indie sez kill Indie sez kill... kill kill kill
Indie sez kill indie indie sez kill Indie sez kill go and kill...indie
indie sez kill
Who needs friends when you've got a buzz
I don't give a damn about your stupid record
I'd rather give 12.99 to some strung out bum
Indie sez kill indie indie sez kill Indie sez kill...kill kill kill
Indie sez kill indie indie sez kill Indie sez kill go and kill...indie
indie sez kill
Indie sez kill 4x
Music by Jula Bell
Lyrics by Jula Bell
Ticklebee publishing BMI 1998