Clippity Clop

B Johnson – Drums, Vocal
J Rathbone – Guitar, Vocal
L Abrahms – Percussion, Vocal
B Graupner – Vocal, Harp
J Anderson – Bass

Lyrics by – B Graupner
Music by – 100 Monkeys

Baby girl you walk so slow, you got grass growing at your heals
baby girl, baby girl, you walk so slow, it seems to me theres no place your, heading to
me i’m on a train it hits the tracks it makes a sound it goes
clickity clack click I dickity clack, click I dickidy clap clickidy dick dack
as I head quickly in the wrong direction, direction, direction
of all the stupid things i’ve ever done, i’ve never jumped from a train – oh no
when your in the air you just don’t care, nothings in your mind
then you hit the ground it makes a sound your body goes
flippity flop flippidipity flop flippidipity flop, flipie dip dip dop
then your down and your stuck in place, place, place
get down brother… alright
I open my up my eyes and a blurry smile comes into view
oh my god its you, I feel a hand ride up my thigh,
the other grabs my shirt, oh my god it worked
then you take my wallet and you, run a way
me my broken heart it makes a sound, it goes
pit a pit pat, pit a pit pat pat, pitter pitter pat pat, pitter pitter pat pat, pitter pitter pat pat,
how could I have been such a silly, fooooooooooool.

The Monkey Song

B Johnson – Vocal, Bass
J Rathbone – Drums, Vocal
B Graupner – Shaker, Vocal
J Anderson – Guitar, Vocal
L Abrahms – Percussion
Shawn Fernando – Keyboards

Original Music and Lyrics by – Spencer Bell

I wish i was a monkey, i’d sleep in the trees
i’d do my best to imitate the man, who does his best not to imitate me
you know i’d have thumbs just like a man, but none of the obligations
yeah everything i’m tied to now would be gone, gone gone gone gone gone
i’d like to be a monkey, be monkeys with you
’cause i’m a monkey by myself with a lot of shit to do
i’d like to be a monkey, be monkeys with you
’cause i’m a monkey by myself
i’m in trouble with my family, i’m in trouble with the law, i’m in trouble financially
I guess you could say I get in trouble a lot, i’ve danced frantically in passion
i’ve lain motionless in apathy, but all I wanna do is swing in a tree
away from the agony of love and sex and drugs
of love and sex and drugs, of love and sex and drugs… and all, all of the lack there-ofs
i’d like to be a monkey, be monkeys with you
’cause i’m a monkey by myself with a lot of shit to do
i’d like to be a monkey, be monkeys with you
’cause i’m a monkey by myself…
now if I was a monkey i’d be very very funky
an abundance of bananas, monkey bitches and the skunky
big red eyes and a big red ass, chilling in my monkey bungalow made of sticks and grass
the monkey life is the life for me, not a pirate, of mmc, mc spidermonkey
the fly white honky, the king of the jungle, the pimp in the palm trees
dipping, sipping on coconut wine, blinging out my rings, busting out my rhymes
cruising in my pint sized Escalade, smoking philly blunts in the shade
this monkeys got it made. this monkeys got it made
this monkeys got it made, this monkeys got it made.

Arizona

B Johnson – Drums
J Rathbone – Bass, Vocal
B Graupner – Vocal, Keyboards
J Anderson – Guitar
L Abrahms – Percussion

Lyrics by – B Graupner, J Rathbone
Music by – 100 Monkeys

Well yeah shes gone to Arizona, with my money with my money
yeah shes gone to Arizona, with my money with my money
and she got a friend, a real pretty friend, yeah she got a friend a real pretty friend
but shes gone to Arizona, took my money and left
oh yeah shes gone to Arizona, with my money with my money
yeah shes gone to Arizona with my money, with my money
and I got a gun, its a black shiny gun, yeah I got a gun, its a black shiny gun
and I been doing some thinking, thinking its a good thing shes gone so far
I feel Arizona rising, I see the devils on the run
I feel Arizona rising, look out ladies here I come
all is fair in love and war, but this is business babe
oh yeah shes gone to Arizona, with my money with my money
yeah shes gone to Arizona, with my money with my money
and I got a gun, its a black shiny gun, yeah I got a gun its a black shiny gun
and I been doing some thinking, thinking its a good thing shes gone so far
I feel Arizona rising, I see the devils on the run
I feel Arizona rising, look out ladies here i come.

Sweet Face

B Johnson – Drums
J Rathbone – Bass, Vocal
J Anderson – Guitar
L Abrahms – Percussion
B Graupner – Vocal, Keyboards, Turn Wheel
Steve Collins – Turn Wheel

Lyrics by – B Graupner
Music by – 100 Monkeys

So drink to your death, to your death, we’ll all be impressed
and smoke till you die, till you die, i’ll be there watching
and crash your fucking car, your fucking car, I hope the pavement stops your -
and what, did you think, did you think, tell me what were you thinking
and look, at this mess, at this mess, we’re all so impressed
and slip, from this world, from this world, you’ll be sincerely missed
but not by me, no not by me, no not by me, I don’t mind I don’t mind…
so drink to your death, to your death, we’ll all be impressed
and smoke, till you die, till you die, i’ll be there watching
and crash, your fucking car, your fucking car, I hope the pavement stops your -

Orson Brawl

B Johnson – Drums
J Rathbone – Vocal, Guitar
B Graupner – Bass, Vocal
J Anderson – Keyboards
L Abrahms – Percussion

Lyrics by – J Rathbone and B Graupner
Music by – 100 Monkeys

There’s a story that we like to tell,
Down in the back room we know so well,
Southside of Austin,
where these blackout monkeys woke-up often,
in a dirty saloon, yes,
the room is a mess,
where the girls are over thirty and the guys are overdressed,
and on the stage played a man they’d call Mr Orson Brawl,
and his band the stool pigeons,
they got that speak easy peaking,
now the floorboards are creaking,
and the men wanna kill him,
cause their women are peaking only when they call, Mr. Orson Brawl,
you had it ah-ah-all,
you had it ah-ah-all,
Mr. Orson Brawl,
you had it ah-ah-all,
you had it ah-ah-all,
he threw the false prophet down the wishing well.. oh well,
yes he threw the false prophet down the wishing well, oh well,
oh well…now we’re talking in dollars and cents E Pluribus Unum is,
from many we’ve come and from many we went,
but thats done son,
you got her pregnant, Mr. Orson Brawl,
you had it ah-ah-all,
you had it ah-ah-all,
Mr. Orson Brawl,
you had it ah-ah-all,
you had it ah-ah-all,
He had a daughter,
he had a daughter,
what a beautiful baby girl,
he had a daughter,
yes, he had a daughter,
what did he call his baby girl,
he had a daughter,
oh, he had a daughter,
heaven laughing the day she was born,
he had a daughter,
oh, he had a daughter,
He had a daughter and he called her rock n roll,
she’d say hey big daddy (hey big daddy)
he’d say hey little daughter,
she’s say hey big daddy (hey big daddy)
he’d say hey little daughter,
she’d say I love you daddy (i love you daddy)
he’d say I love you little daughter,
she’d say I love you daddy (i love you daddy)
he’d say I love you,
I love you rock n roll!
Mr. Orson Brawl,
you had it ah-ah-all,
you had it ah-ah-all,
Mr. Orson Brawl,
you had it ah-ah-all,
you had it ah-ah-all,
Mr. Orson Brawl,
you had it ah-ah-all,
you had it ah-ah-all,
Mr. Orson Brawl,
you had it ah-ah-all,
you had it ah-ah-all.

Looker

B Johnson – Drums, Vocal
J Rathbone – Bass, Vocal
B Graupner – Vocal, Keyboards
J Anderson – Guitar, Vocal
L Abrahms – Percussion, Vocal

Lyrics by – B Graupner
Music by – 100 Monkeys

Look, you little looker, as you loft about the town
you lucky little looker, you got us plain folks down
but I know, about your soul, and I know, where lost souls go
and I watch, cause i’m a watcher, and us watchers, we never be
but do tell me, you heathly looker, just how wonderful you’ve been
’cause I know, about your soul, and I know, where lost souls go
our luck is gonna strike you down, our luck is gonna strike you down
so die, you healthly looker, and all us folks will gather round
but though your, so damn good lookin, we’re gonna stick you in the ground
and you’ll go, lord knows you’ll go, to a place, where lost souls go
our luck is gonna strike you down, our luck is gonna strike you down
our luck is gonna strike you down, our luck is gonna strike you down.

Junkie

B Johnson – Bass, Vocal
J Rathbone – Vocal, Guitar
B Graupner – Keyboards, Vocal
J anderson – Drums
L Abrahms – Percussion, Vocal
Brian Beken – Fiddle

Lyrics by – J Rathbone
Music by – 100 Monkeys

Ever since you left me, my clothes don’t seem to fit
the beers are always empty, I quit trying to quit smoking my cigarettes
ever since you left, ever since you walked out my door, the bills keep pilling up
it’s not as if I can’t afford the money
I have enough I just given up and I don’t care enough
all my family worried about me, all my friends they worried about me
what have I done for them to doubt me
it’s not like i’m a junkie for your love, it’s not like i’m a junkie for your love
ever since you left me I won’t pick up the phone
every single time I do, someone asks me if you’re home
and I have to say no, they have to ask where did you go
the last time that I slept with you, was the last time I slept
I lie awake with every other girl, wondering if you wept
after you left, if only after you left
all my family worried about me, all my friends they’re worried about me
what have I done for them to doubt me
it’s not like i’m a junkie for your love, it’s not like i’m a junkie for your love
it’s not like i’m a junkie for your love, it’s not like i’m a junkie for your love.

Sleeping Giants

B Johnson – Drums
B Graupner – Vocal, Keyboards
J Anderson – Bass
L Abrahms – Percussion
J Rathbone – Slide guitar, bowed guitar

Lyrics by – B Graupner
Music by – 100 Monkeys

You’re a little too lazy for genius, you’d rather stay in bed
rest your eyes, rest your dreaming eyes
while i’m gone, rest while i’m gone
you’re a little too great for greatness, you couldn’t help yourself
some times the world it gets the best of us all, and its not your fault
you’re a little too lazy for genius, you’d rather stay in bed
turn in your sheets like a roasting pig, your greedy greedy
could of been the one to saved the world, but you let the world save you instead
but I can’t blame you i’ve done the same, i’ve done the same damn thing
you’re a little too lazy for genius, you’d rather stay in bed
so sleep away for the rest of your days, and i’m gone
waving bye gone.

Reaper

B Johnson – Drums, Vocal
J Rathbone – Vocal, Guitar
B Graupner – Keyboards, Trumpet, Vocal
J Anderson – Bass
L Abrahms – Percussion, Flute, Vocal

Lyrics by – J Rathbone
Music by – 100 Monkeys

Ah one ah two, ah hah hah hah hah!
the reaper, inside of me, creeping oh so quietly
a sleeper-cell in time of peace, sitting on its tendencies
for acting out so violently, a violet, silent tide at sea
then red october suddenly, yeah free the beast
free free free the beast, let go the leash and watch it eat
free free free the beast, pound your feet give it a treat
well it’s the reaper inside of me, writhing absent-mindedly
masochistic fashion suits me nicely, booze and the days and nightly
its unsightly, this side of me, biting on its bindings
i’ve been losing my teeth in all my dreams, I just need sweet release!
free free free the beast, let go the leash and watch it eat
free free free the beast, pound your feet give it a treat
chewing my tongue for far too long, my jaw is starting to ache
I can taste my blood my face feels rough, which is odd cause I just shaved
la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la
free free free the beast, let go the leash and watch it eat
free free free the beast, pound your feet give it a treat
free free free the beast, let go the leash and watch it eat
free free free the beast, pound your feet give it a treat.

.38 Special

B Johnson – Vocal, drums
J Rathbone – Mandolin, Vocal
B Graupner – Bass, Vocal
J Anderson – Keyboards
L Abrahms – Percussion, Flute
Brian Beken – Fiddle

Lyrics by – J Rathbone
Music by – 100 Monkeys

Well I’m drinking by myself, while everybody else
singing songs down in the park, brown paper bagging it after dark
but it’s plastic bag for me, carrying my groceries, a few cans of champagne
chose the high life, for the rain, and the door man calls my name
good ole joe sure knows my game, though he says it’s the youth to blame
I can’t say I feel the same, see i’ve been nursing number one
and too soon beer two is done, and then its three four five six, they’re all empty again
there’s still half the flask, I always forget I have
sitting in my office with my .38 special revolver
there’s still half the flask, I always forget I have
sitting in my office with my .38 special revolver
sitting in my office with my .38 special revolver
sitting in my office with my .38 special revolver
looking back through, another empty glass, to the past when I was, so small
peeking over the counter, that was too tall, stealing my first sip, of alcohol
this could be my last slug, end it all
there’s still half the flask, I always forget I have
sitting in my office with my .38 special revolver
there’s still half the flask, I always forget I have
sitting in my office with my .38 special revolver
sitting in my office with my .38 special revolver
sitting in my office with my .38 special revolver
sitting in my office with my .38 special revolver
sitting in my office with my .38 special revolver
if the dead haunt the places, that bodies are found, chamber me, one last round to see
if my luck will keep, if my luck will keep, oh yes strangle me
one last round you see, if my luck will keep, this gun company
i’m drinking by myself, while everybody else
is passed out in the the park, or going home in police cars
they sing ooh la dah ooh la la la ooh la la dah ooh la la la
ooh la dah ooh la la la ooh la dah ooh la la la ooh la dah ooh la la la
ooh la dah ooh la la la ooh la dah ooh la la la ooh la dah ooh la la la
ooh la dah ooh la la la ooh la dah ooh la la la ooh la dah ooh la la la
ooh la dah ooh la la la.

Poison Oak

B Johnson – Drums, Vocal
J Rathbone – Vocal, Bass
B Graupner – Keyboards, Vocal
J Anderson – Guitar
L Abrahms – Percussion
Steve Collins – Pump Organ

Lyrics by – J Rathbone
Music by – 100 Monkeys

Poison, poison, poison oak
you will reap what you have sown, you’ll reap the seed of war
you reap the seed of hate, you reap the seed of love, you can’t appreciate…
you’re poison, poison, poison oak
see how far down your roots have grown, into the soil that god first toiled creating
the garden of eden, and, adam and eve, they had to leave
they had to eat from the poison tree…
oh oh oh, my tattered soles, oh oh oh my tattered soles, oh oh oh my tattered soles
oh oh oh my tattered soles, oh oh oh my tattered soles, oh oh oh my tattered soles,
oh oh oh my tattered soles,there are places you’ll want to go…
poison, poison, poison oak
you will reap what you have sown, you’ll reap the seed of war
you’ll reap the seed of hate, you’ll reap the seed of love
you can’t appreciate, you’ll reap the seed of denial
you’ll reap the seed of the child, you’ll reap the seed of the trial that killed him
oh oh oh my tattered soles, oh oh oh my tattered soles, oh oh oh my tattered soles
oh oh oh my tattered soles, oh oh oh my tattered soles, oh oh oh my tattered soles
oh oh oh my tattered soles, oh oh oh my tattered soles, oh oh oh my tattered soles,
oh oh oh my tattered soles, oh woh oh woh oh wo-o-o-oh, wo o-ooh oh…
oh woh oh woh oh wo-o-o-oh, wo o-ooh oh… oh woh oh woh oh wo-o-o-oh, wo o-ooh oh…
oh woh oh woh oh wo-o-o-oh, wo o-ooh oh… oh woh oh woh oh wo-o-o-oh, wo o-ooh oh…
oh woh oh woh oh wo-o-o-oh, wo o-ooh oh… oh woh oh woh oh wo-o-o-oh, wo o-ooh oh…

LDF

B Johnson – Bass, Vocal
J Rathbone – Vocal, Broken Guitar
B Graupner – Vocal
J Anderson – Broken Piano

Lyrics by – J Rathbone
Music by – 100 Monkeys

Oh why am I the weird guy, who always sits alone
oh why do I care, no one calls on the goddamn phone, well I’ve grown, complacent
when no one knows I have feelings too
and I feel this way, especially when I’m with you
you make me feel alone, you make me feel like a long distance phone call
you make me feel alone, whenever I’m with you, you make me feel alone
well I could surely try to make you recognise, that these poor pleading eyes
ain’t asking that much, they’re asking can I touch you
you make me feel alone, when I’m with you
you make me feel alone, when I’m with you
you make me feel alone, when I’m with you, you make me feel alone,
well, even wallflowers need some water and some tender care
and even wallflowers need some water, and some tender care
well, even wallflowers need some water and some tender care
well, even wallflowers need some water, and some tender care
won’t you care for me or am I too weird.

Wings on Fire

B Johnson – Drums, Vocal
J Rathbone – Guitar, Vocal
B Graupner – Vocal
J Anderson – Bass, Vocal

Lyrics by – B Graupner
Music by – 100 Monkeys

Ladies and gentlemen this is your captain speaking,
we have reached our cruising altitude of thirty-five thousand feet
the stewardess will be moving through the cabins with drinks
ooh that is, that is not good… ground control to flight 69
your wing is on fire, “what did he just say?” “you heard him, the wings on fire”
Oh my god the wings on fire
oh my god this suckers gonna hit the ground, we’re going down
aisle lights illuminating everybody screaming for their lives,
I can’t believe I’m gonna die tonight,
cause, oh my god the wings on fire
oh my god this suckers gonna hit the ground, we’re going down
oh my god the wings on fire
oh my god this suckers gonna hit the ground, wer’re going down
hey little waitress lady please hand me a little liquor bottle
anything to help me ease the pain of this crashing plane
cause… oh my god the wings on fire
oh my god this suckers gonna hit the ground, we’re going down
captains on the radio he says for sure we’re got to go
so smoke ‘em if you got ‘em if you got ‘em go and smoke ‘em now
hey little lady sitting next to me why won’t you give me some kisses please
I don’t want to die so cold and lonely
cause, oh my god the wings on fire
oh my god this suckers gonna hit the ground, we’re going down.

Grocery Store No More

B Johnson – Drums, Vocal
J Rathbone – Guitar, Vocal
B Graupner – Keyboards, Vocal
J Anderson – Bass
L Abrahms – Percussion

Lyrics by – B Graupner and J Rathbone
Music by – 100 Monkeys

14. Grocery Store No More

Stars hang in the sky, but I can’t close my eyes for even a blink
all those wicked thoughts are in my dreams
and it seems that I can’t say i’ve been a good man
at the grocery store today, I went and I lost my mind
screamin’ at the top of my lungs, a grown man shoutin’ at everyone
and it seems, that I can’t say i’ve been a good man
I’ve got a white sheet on my back, pinned in place with a little tiny red hot tack
and it’s a wonder i’m countin’ sheep, when I spend my days acting so unrestly
and it seems that I can’t say i’ve been a good man
and it seems that I can’t say i’ve been a good man
and it seems that I can’t say i’ve been a good man
and it seems that I can’t say i’ve been a good man
no, ’cause I wasn’t meant for the cities, I wasn’t meant for the buses and trains
so please forgive me if i’m acting strange
buh buh buh buh, buh buh buh buh
buh buh buh buh buh, buh buh buh buh
buh buh buh buh, buh buh buh buh
no more my darling, no more my darling
no more my darling, no more my darling
when the sun goes down, when the moon comes up
when the feelings right, even if you might come home tonight
no more my darling, no more my darling
no more my darling, no more my darling.

Ugly Girl

1,2,3,4
She was young, but she liked to act younger than she was
she was dumb, but she liked to act more dumb than she was
for such a young, dumb impetuous thing
says if she goes then she’ll go smiling
and of course, she’ll leave a beautiful corpse
the problem with you, the problem with this world
the problem with you, the problem with this world
the problem with you, the problem with this world
its an ugly world and you’re, you’re an ugly girl
hey, giveittome, giveittome
she wants to be Grace Kelly, but she has no grace
shes always falling down on her pretty painted face
well men call her pretty, because shes pretty funny
shes always after the millionaires money
but she don’t care for anyone else but herself
she don’t care for anyone else but herself
the problem with you, the problem with this world
its an ugly world, and you’re an ugly girl
the problem with you, the problem with this world
its an ugly world, and you’re an ugly girl
the problem with you, the problem with this world
the problem with you, the problem with this world
the problem with you, the problem with this world
its an ugly world, and you’re an ugly girl
FUNKY!
shes a hardrock girl in a low cut top
a society girl, she don’t know how to stop
well men call her pretty, because she is pretty fun
she always make sure to leave the top buttons undone
you’re falling cuz you, are falling cuz you
you’re falling cuz you, you’re falling yes you
are falling cuz you, you’re falling cuz you
you’re falling, you’re falling, you’re falling
shes an ugly girl, she’s an ugly girl, she’s an ugly girl
shes an ugly girl, she’s an ugly girl, she’s an ugly girl
shes a hardrock girl in a low cut top
a society girl, she don’t know how to stop
1,2,3,4 – 3,4.

Keep Awake

I will kill you in your sleep, so you better try try and keep awake
I will kill you in your sleep, so you better try try and keep awake
I will kill you in your sleep, so you better try try and keep awake
I will kill you in your sleep, so you better try try and keep awake
keep your left eye open and your right toe twitching
cause i’m in the kitchen with the knife thats itching
for your red blood, on those white sheets
so keep your left eyes open and your right toe twitching
cause i’m in the kitchen with the knife thats itching
for your red blood, on those white sheets
I will kill you in your sleep, so you better try try and keep awake
I will kill you in your sleep, so you better try try and keep awake
I will kill you in your sleep, so you better try try and keep awake
I will kill you in your sleep, so you better try try and keep awake
keep your left eye open and your right toe twitching
cause i’m in the kitchen with the knife thats itching
for your red blood, on those white sheets
so keep your left eyes open and your right toe twitching
cause i’m in the kitchen with the knife thats itching
for your red blood, on those white sheets
I will kill you in your sleep, so you better try try and keep awake
I will kill you in your sleep, so you better try try and keep awake
I will kill you in your sleep, so you better try try and keep awake
I will kill you in your sleep, so you better try, try and keep awake.

Thanks Lisa for the help with the lyrics!