Ahh, Very fine chineese rock n' roll I'm sick of people telling me That dog shouldn't be eaten as a delicacy. Yo, it tastes good Like a sandwich meat
If spock were really real I'd have him in our band And all he'd ever do Is look for tyrants in the crowd And trouble makers they'd beware Cause when
She walked up to me and she asked me to dance How could i say yes with this thing growing in my pants Her chin dropped to the ground As i turned and
I go out and burn my head Look at it turn bright red I don't mind I don't care People think it's funny If I got no hair. All my friends they burn their
(Hate, hate, hate, hate) That guy he looked at me (Hate, hate, hate, hate) That guy is acting funny (Hate, hate, hate, hate) That guy ain't black or
Hey, hey 2 years, 4 years, what makes it seem so long For people to react with such indecency I'm making it go, think for a while There makes are enough
When I was 15 years old, I weighed only 96 lbs Then my PE teacher told me about anabolic steroids My body started to swell, my penis didn't look too
There is a girl named Spike from DeGrassi High She had a baby when she was real young Her best friend is a skinhead chick She knows an Asian boy named
I'm fakin Jamaican And I think I'm a rasta My hair looks like pasta I think I'm a rasta I'm fakin Jamaican Fakin Jamaican Fakin Jamaican Fakin Jamaican
You owe us $13,0000 It would be very nice if you would pay us soon It's not like we make a whole lot of money It's not like we drive in big limousines
You threaten us by saying you'll beat our chop suey asses But chop suey is Chinese food that is eaten by the masses The least you could have done is
I missed the bus, I missed the bus again I missed the bus, I missed the bus again Now why'd you miss the bus? I dunno We're you up late last night? I
Can't sleep once again Too many things on my mind I wish I could change the ways That I have spent my time Too lazy to get up And help my father with
Introducing Ms. Margaret Cho She's the Asian valley girl who's got much to show She kind of looks like Connie Chung But in her own slutty way It's Margaret
We wrote this song to be psuedo punk But someone said that it really stunk So we changed the words just a little bit And now it sounds completely like
We live in a racist world, you gotta stop hating each other I wonder what the world thinks of one another I know theres something wrong with me But there
Peter Piper picked a peck of pickleed peppers. Peter Piper picked em But where did he put em In the pockets of his pants Or on a plate There's a pickle
Get inside Get inside Get inside that groove When I was a baby The funk came a knocking The cribs in my town All started rocking In the beginning as
