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Look Mom No Head!

The Cramps

1991 Released

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1

Dames, Booze, Chains and Boots

04 : 35

2

Two Headed Sex Change

02 : 52

3

Blow Up Your Mind

04 : 29

4

Hardworkin’ Man

04 : 02

5

Miniskirt Blues

02 : 39

6

Alligator Stomp

04 : 04

7

I Wanna Get in Your Pants

04 : 19

8

Bend Over, I’ll Drive

04 : 05

9

Don’t Get Funny With Me

03 : 23

10

Eyeball in My Martini

03 : 20

11

Hipsville 29 B.C.

02 : 32

12

The Strangeness in Me

03 : 17

13

Wilder Wilder Faster Faster

04 : 55

14

Jelly Roll Rock

02 : 27

Track Lyrics

Dames, Booze, Chains and Boots Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Evil eye hotshot
Full tilt nonstop
Tidal wave avalanche
Parked down at the ranch
A gulpin' go-juice
Chopped and channeled deuce
Custom chrome reverse
Jacked up Egyptian curse
[Chorus]
She God Shanghail
Surfin' bird 'n' fur pie
See God 'n' hang five
Papa oo mow oo mow
Dames, booze, chains, and boots
Dames, booze, chains, and boots
Dames, booze, chains, and boots
Dames, booze, chains, and boots
[Verse 2]
Torso tossin'
Shockwave a-causin'
A wammy in the boogaloo
Busted up bustle, too
Gear strippin' dynamo
Limbo down kinda low
I can do the camel walk
Torture me, I won't talk
[Chorus]
She God Shanghail
Surfin' bird 'n' fur pie
See God 'n' hang five
Papa oo mow oo mow
Dames, booze, chains, and boots
Dames, booze, chains, and boots
Dames, booze, chains, and boots
Dames, booze, chains, and boots
[Verse 3]
Down in the fashion pits
Girls wearin' tourniquets
Rough and ready riff-raff
Straight jacket sneak attack
Wig hat jack knife
Out on bail for life
Sex in the cycle set
Mama don't allow no pets
[Chorus]
She God Shanghail
Surfin' bird 'n' fur pie
See God 'n' hang five
Papa oo mow oo mow
Dames, booze, chains, and boots
Dames, booze, chains, and boots
Dames, booze, chains, and boots
Dames, booze, chains, and boots

Hardworkin’ Man Lyrics

2 ContributorsHard Workin’ Man LyricsGot a two-ton hammer
Got beat by the pound
I'm a hard workin' driver man
Six feet solid from the ground
Work my hammer for the factory
Foreman always wanna fight
Swallowed-up some TV dinner
Swing my hammer strong at night
When I was a schoolboy
Teachers said study as hard as you can
It didn't make no difference
I'm just a hard workin' driver man

Miniskirt Blues Lyrics

3 ContributorsMiniskirt Blues LyricsI was standing on the corner of a big windy city
When I spot a chick she was looking nitty-pretty
My knees they started shaking and my head began to jerk
I've got to know that girl in the miniskirt
I've got those going to a go-go, working on my mojo
Checking out those miniskirt blues
Well she walked up to me and said daddy what's doing
I can tell by her smile that evil was a'brewlin'
She said the man was Jessabel, Miss Jessabel Hurt
That foxy little momma in the miniskirt
I've got those going to a go-go, working on my mojo
Checking out those miniskirt blues
Play the blues now !
Yeah, I've got those going to a go-go, working on my mojo
Checking out them miniskirt blues
Well we went to cabaret where everything was a moving
The Chick got up and she started grooving
She did the coffee grind and the double o'blurt
That tantolizing temptress in the miniskirt
I've got those going to a go-go, working on my mojo
Checking out those miniskirt blues
Yeah I've got those going to a go-go, working on my mojo
Checking out those miniskirt blues
Yeah those going to a go-go, working on my mojo
Checking out them miniskirt blues

I Wanna Get in Your Pants Lyrics

3 ContributorsI Wanna Get in Your Pants LyricsMay I have this dance?
Can I get in your pants?
May I squeeze on them shoes?
Sing you maybe some blues?
I wanna wear your rain coat
Dance around the house
Your leopard skin and chain tote
Has got me so aroused
Baby you got the clothes
Baby, you've got romance
You got the moves
So, while I got the chance...
I wanna get in your pants
I wanna get in your pants
I wanna get in your pants
I wanna get in your pants
To just unzip the back
Baby, that's where it's at
Can I try on that hat?
Give you my baseball bat
Oh baby it's uncanny
Bout them there Sunday panties
Hey, today ain't Sunday
Get 'em off o'your fanny
Oh, under your underpants
You got a wonderful ass
It's in the back o' my mind
But, meanwhile, back at the ranch
I wanna get in your pants
I wanna get in your pants
I wanna get in your pants
I wanna get in your...ooh
Did I tell you I'm in a band
And I can do handstands too
I got this burning desire
To don that darling attire
How that elastic snaps
Against my kneecaps
I wanna wiggle into
Your powdered rubber skin...ooh
Baby, you got the clothes
You got romance
You got the boots
So, I just gotta ask
Can I get in your pants?
Can I get in your pants?
I wanna get in your pants
I wanna get in your pants

Don’t Get Funny With Me Lyrics

3 ContributorsDon’t Get Funny with Me LyricsWell, you think you're funny
But your face beat you to it
You look like somethin'
In the Bronx Zoo
It ain't no joke
You're very chimpanzee
Don't monkey with Tarzan
And don't get funny with me
I see by your outfit
You're a cowgirl
When I say hyaw
I'm talkin' 'bout now, girl
I'm a whip crackin' daddy
And I don't mean please
Well, aim for the bucket
And don't get funny with me
Don't get funny with me
No, no, don't get funny with me
The joke's on you
Don't get funny with me
Well, you're gonna get a stiff neck
Lookin' way down here
You're gonna fall off that pedestal
And land on the mirror
You're gonna break that thing
You ain't no beauty queen
You done broke my brownie
Now, don't get funny with me
No, don't get funny with me
No, no, no, don't get funny with me
The joke's on you
Don't get funny with me-e-e
That's a good one
Well, you're the life o' the party
And a million laughs
You know karate
And some witchcraft
You know rope tricks
From the exotic east
Well, don't fool with Fu Manchu
And don't get funny with me
No, don't get funny with me
Listen now, don't get funny with me
I'm tellin' you
Don't get funny with me, no, no, no
Don't get funny with me
Don't get funny with me
Well, the joke's on you
No, don't get funny with me
The joke's on you
You don't get it, do you?
Don't get funny with me

Eyeball in My Martini Lyrics

4 ContributorsEyeball in My Martini LyricsI went out to eat the other night. Picked up my girl at eight. In my soup I found a fly. But, there beyond my plate. Was an eyeball in my martini. A highball with a twist. One in my linguini, too. I said, "There's somethin' wrong with this." Eyeballs, eyeballs, eyeballs. Eyeballs everywhere. Eyeballs, eyeballs, eyeballs. Floating through the air. We went to the 'musement park. To ride the Tunnel of Love. But, when I went to hold her hand. There was an eyeball in her glove. We went to Lover's Lane. To skan for U.F.O.'s. You just imagine what I saw. When I pulled down her panty hose! I took my baby home. For a juicy good night kiss. But there was an eyballs starin' at me. Between her parted lips. I went to the institute. And asked the doctor there. In the department of eyeballs. "What's this burden that I bear?" He said, "You ain't crazy." He said, "You ain't insane." "It's just you got an eyeballs in the center of your brain!"

Hipsville 29 B.C. Lyrics

[Chorus]
The blind can't lead the blind
And baby, I'm blind as you
I can't help myself
How can I help you?
I need help, girl
Two bums in the alley
One of the hobos said:
I dare you run through the drugstore
Get an aspirin for my head
[Chorus]
The blind can't lead the blind
And baby, I'm blind as you
I can't help myself
How can I help you?
I need help, girl
Two fools in the forest
Said, "Could you help me?"
I can't see the forest
There's too many trees
[Chorus]
The blind can't lead the blind
And baby, I'm blind as you
I can't help myself
How can I help you?
I need help, girl

Jelly Roll Rock Lyrics

[Chorus]
Jelly roll rock, jelly, jelly
Jelly roll rock, jelly, jelly
Yeah, jelly roll rock, jelly, jelly
Jelly roll rock, jelly, jelly
Well, bless my soul
Jelly roll rock 'n' roll
Well, I told my mama, I had to run to the store
Yeah, I told my mama, I had to run to the store
I bet on the corner some chicks
Are going to a big rock 'n' roll
[Chorus]
Jelly roll rock, jelly, jelly
Jelly roll rock, jelly, jelly
Yeah, jelly roll rock, jelly, jelly
Jelly roll rock, jelly, jelly
Well, bless my soul
Jelly roll rock 'n' roll
I came in next morning, I was feelin' bad
I found my mama, and she was lookin' mighty mad
And she didn't ask where I'd been
But then the cake was rollin' in
[Chorus]
Jelly roll rock, jelly, jelly
Jelly roll rock, jelly, jelly
Yeah, jelly roll rock, jelly, jelly
Jelly roll rock, jelly, jelly
Well, bless my soul
Jelly roll rock 'n' roll
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