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White Teeth Black Thoughts (Deluxe)
July 2013

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Lyrics



Oh I've found beauty all my days with an eerie sense of doom
Lucky as Prometheus Unbound
It's Black Watch Polo on the Pampas
Private Jet to Cannes
Profiled on Finches Quarterly
They seek me ‘cause I am

The Babooch
Remember the name
I'm trouble but seriously
I'm a Brahmin boy with low intentions
Someone ought to have let you know

The Babooch
The Babooch
Bunga Bunga

Oh Britty says: "I'll go berserk if you drag tacky people through this door…
No Hedge Funders and no Poets or we come to blows "
"But Madame we networked while at Tsinghua
Wharton MBA
I play Gatsby to their plutocrat
We share a flat in the Marais"

Chorus

I'm the Babooch

When I throws it x3
When I throws, I throws a knuckleball
Yeah I'm a knuckleballer

They fly me in when there's ballroom dancing the perks and the surfin' remain outstanding and always nymphomaniacs.

Now at times
Nacho Figueras
Rings at 4 am and sings…
"Grab your Sperrys …
Lust ahoy it's a yacht orgy again"

Chorus

Im the Babooch

I school ‘em every chance I get
If they don't like it their all wet
I'm a soft-eyed lover
Swing time drummer
To rhythm I was born and bred

I've followed where it's led
I've wallowed and I've bled but
All it's given is one room livin' and
Sufferin' appalling debt

As the years go by
Yeah my insight flowers
When that nightclub saxophone
Cuts a thousand years of cigar sour

Play it play again Sam x 4
I want American Music
I need American Music
I love American Music

Whoa

Nasty rockin' on an Ozark porch
My savior rattlin' a Baptist church
Field hand hollers
Slave ship collars
I'm carrying my brothers' torch

When the lights go down
And my scales stop showin'
Boy I smash my fingers down on the
Only truth that's still worth knowin'

Chorus

Whoa

When the lights go down
And my scales stop showin'
Boy I smash my fingers down on the
Only truth that's still worth knowin'

Chorus

Whiskey Jack and Vodka Jill
Well I made some crack about the hill
To Whiskey Jack and Vodka Jill

See those pictures on the wall?
Those two people came in fall
And stayed till New Years Eve
And they slept there on their sleeves

Jack was straight up
And tipped us nice
Drank his whiskey with no ice
Just a barfly throwin' darts
With a holocaust in his heart

Chorus La La La

Off the wagon for 20 years
That day she crash-landed here
She never got back on
After she met Jack McDowell

They'd move to a corner booth
And sit there while I would sweep
And move ‘em finally toward the door
And often as not they'd hit the floor

Chorus La La La

They never said a word
Or if they did it was too slurred
When Dick Clark dropped the ball
We found the empty bottle of Seconal

And Jack and Vodka Jill
Arms entwined and very still
This one's Jack and that ones Jill

Chorus La La La

Doug the Jitterbug
Just a silly lug
Young and wild with lots of style
Doug the Jitterbug

Just a crazy mug
Drinks liquor by the jug
He's alive with lots of jive
Doug the Jitterbug

They threw him out of school
'Cause all he learned was Tiger Rag
He never knew the golden rule
but boy, how he could shag

Doug the Jitterbug
Cuts a wicked rug
It ain't no shame, he's not to blame
He's Doug the Jitterbug

He studied to be a lawyer
But he never got a case
Every time they'd look for that cat in court
He'd be doing the pantywaist

Still I talk about Doug the Jitterbug
Cuts a wicked rug
It ain't no shame, he's not to blame
He's Doug the Jitterbug

We're flashin' white teeth
And we're thinkin' black thoughts
And we'd better walk away
before we both get caught

Lets turn around turn around
Please no need to talk
We're feelin' so weak
But we are for naught
Flashin' white teeth and thinkin' black thoughts

We're flashin' white teeth across a vast floor
That's why I'm wigglin' my ring
Then its straight to the elevator door
You're like a Balinese dancer snappin' her eyes
To lock on someone you caught mesmerized

Flashin' white teeth and we're thinkin' black thoughts

Keep on runnin' baby
Run and hide

 

"Here's to your endeavors
Make ‘em big and bold"
His last words I remember
Every time my feet get cold

His breath began to labor
I felt my tears pour out
Then grandma brang in the one thing
He most cared about

Oh yeah it was a Brown Flight Jacket (It said)
Hell from above
Grandpa gave it to me
On his death bed
with his Love
Brown Flight Jacket
Live till you die
I'm tail spinning on fire
And falling to deep water from the sky

He'd tried to calm his panic
When he hit the sea
A Japanese Destroyer
fished him out inhumanly

They clubbed him with their rifles
And dumped him in Bataan
He weighed less than 100 pounds
when they finally rescued him

Oh yeah it was his Brown Flight Jacket
Left in my care
I'm wrapped up in my fathers
As I pirouette and plummet through the air

I thread my arms into his sleeves (Son of his son)
But I kid myself
He fought his fear and won

We all cant live in razzle-dazzle days (Whoa)
But I wont go from thing to thing to… whatever pays

Chorus…. Deep water

Now just because you're pretty and you think you're mighty wise
You told me that you love me then you roll those big brown eyes
When I saw you last week your eyes were turning black
Go find the guy that beat you up ask him to take you back

Don't roll those bloodshot eyes at me
I can tell you been out on a spree
Its plain that your lyin' when you say you've been cryin'
Don't roll… those blood shot eyes at me

Now I used to spend my money to make you look real sweet
I wanted to be proud of you when we walked down the street
Now don't ask me to dress you up in satin and in silk
Your eyes look like two cherries in a glass of buttermilk

Chorus

Now I guess our little romance has finally simmered down
You should join the circus you'd make a real good clown
Your eyes look like a road map I'm scared to smell your breath
You'd better shut your peepers before you bleed to death

Chorus

Aw fat man struggle
Wiggle waggle wobble
Well he rolls like Jello
And he's fine and mellow ladies

Well roll a little faster
You fat bastard
Well Jakes frilly panties they make me scream
"Oh gawd Jake yer a love machine"

When the big man struts his stuff
All the meat shakes on his bones
Well every time he quivers
Some skinny person loses a home

Well big man shakin'
Ya got the dance floor quakin'
Well Jakes frilly panties they make me scream
"Oh gawd Jake yer a love machine!"

Fat Man- Roly poly
Fat Man- Holy moly
Fat Man- Ya got too much custard
Fat Man- Come on pass the mustard
Fat Man- shake it shake it alright

When the fatman cuts the rug
All the party gonna jump and shout
But the dance can't last forever
Everybody let it all hang out

Come on big fat ladies
Lets raise Hades
Well Jakes Frilly Panties they make me scream
"Oh gawd Jake yer a love machine!"

They had my yarbles on a plate
2 sickos from I'm sure the garden state
They know this big slut got no ka-ching
If she don't get loose she can't do a thing

Voila cough medicine to share
Do you know that foxy moron from the stairs?
Can you not curb your Schadenfreude and glee?
He's all woman as you twats can plainly see

Every day there's a stray hot child in the city come to claim all the ways and the tastes of the witty and urbane
Take a seat on the john let ‘em take glamour pictures
In the heat, skunky fog, in the sequins it itches Salomé

Don't make a face…

Ooo Chocolate dandy welterweights
And viper jive victrola 78's
It's White Slave starring Maria Montez
Let's wow ‘em Herculisa Oops… You dropped your fez

Every day there's a stray hot child in the city come to claim
all the ways and the tastes of the witty and urbane
Over time little lamb you'll burn like a tyger
but for now Cleopatrick the anvil is still forming you

Oh Huffin' Muggles
Huffin' Muggles Yeah

 

I want a bowlegged woman that's all
I want a bowlegged woman that's tall
I'll fall in love with her right from the start
because her big fat legs are so far apart

I want a bowlegged woman right now
I want to find me a gal somehow
She's got to be built like an ol' bass fiddle
Big bowed legs with plenty room in the middle

Got to be on my way to find a bowlegged woman today

He wants a bowlegged woman… yeah
He wants a bowlegged woman… boy

I'd fall in love with her right from the start
because her big fat legs are so far apart

He wants a bow legged woman… divine
A bowlegged woman that's fine

She don't have to be no glamour gal
But she's got to have hoops like an ol' beer barrel
Got to be on my way to find a bowlegged woman today

I found a bowlegged woman last night (yeah)
And man she was really all right
She had a solid straddle
When she came into battle
I dropped dead in the saddle
You couldn't hear a rattle
And wasn't nobody there to run and tattle

Got to be on my way
to find a bowlegged woman today
I say
My woman with big bowed legs

He was a certified union man
Layer of concrete he worked with his hands
Past the kids at the screen door and the dog on the porch
He did the floppy boot workin' mans march

He was at peace with the ways of the world
Had no religion no mystical urge
Just plainspoken wisdom and respect for the truth
With an occasional taste for a glass of vermouth

Somebody stole his ol' pick up truck
He done got stood up by lady luck
The profits, the bosses, the winter with its ice
You'll get no mercy so expect to sacrifice

But I still remember
How streetlights sparkled in the snow
That don't happen no more for me
And that's got to be the saddest thing I know
There's got to be a brighter star up above for my babies who I love
My sweet angels have dirty faces
They're like jewels in secret hiding places

Well the kids have got their birthdays soon
And the dog is howlin' at the moon
Aw get him to shut up hit him with a shoe
Take another shot what's a good man to do?

And this one could only take so much
When icy winter had us in its clutch
Christmas is here and we ain't got a tree
Great god almighty better get one for free

I threw my leg over a windowsill
I tell ya thievin' was a bitter pill
Now the cops are out front
I'm ashamed I done wrong
Life has gotta be more than some shitty country song

Chorus

 

He was the captain of a riverboat ship
Drunk and drowned in the ol' mississip
Now he lies back home in French Lick
We mark his grave with a piece of red brick

Tchoupitoulas Congregation x 2
Were on our way to the graveyard x 2

The Jambalaya mama is cookin' while you're,
barefoot dancing with Uncle Lenoir
Kickin' puddles in a lightning storm
The dog is barkin' at a lime green door.

Tchoupitoulas Congregation x 2
Were on our way to the graveyard x 1

Here come a change in the weather
I feel like I'm more alive
Here come Tremé in its feathers
Dancin' By bye bye Ooooo

Oh here come a yellow cat
Black umbrellas in the sun

Bridge

We had to hide the mirrors and stop all the clocks
She saved his pinky in a jewelry box
Gone with saints that hide an African mask
He flew to glory on Pontchartrain brass

Tchoupitoulas Congregation x 2
Were on our way to the graveyard x 2

Goin' down in the sun to the graveyard

You wiped your ass with my heart
You flushed all my dreams you broke cupids dart
Ya made me feel common
I'm really bummin' now that
You wiped your ass with my heart

I picked up yer picture
And I threw it against the floor
I drew a 666 on yer forehead
Take that you dirty whore

I look like a fool to all my friends
Drink till I'm pitiful and then
Upchuck my guts out
Cold showers don't help
Now that you wiped your ass with my heart

I saw you with yer new boyfriend
Arm and arm on the street
He looks so easy to manage
So normal and so neat

I guess your taste is all in your mouth
I'll blow a gourmet dark lunch for you right now
Thank God I'm solo and not that poor mofo
Because you'll wipe your ass with his heart

Whinin' down the road in my Harley D
Champion spark plug ignitin' my gas
My girl got patches on her blue jeans
And a confederate flag on her ass
I'm with a rag tag team of stooges and thieves
You'll never head us off at the pass
‘Cause we're spinnin' a disc called a route 666
From Death Valley to Vegas

Raunch that guitar when love is just a bad disease
God bless the maggots and lice and dirty magazines

Peckerheads and Badasses
Once nice girls now swingin' tassels
Flingin' bulldog faced opinions
Sure to leave yer eardrum scarred
Peckerheads and Badasses
Southern belles wobble in loose dresses
Watchin' Texans bootin' Texans in the nards
On this ugly boulevard

Kickin' the jams in the belly of the beast
Out on an infinite stretch of a road
Rip in to joints where a bad guitar
Will get the jukebox blowin' its load
Rammin' the shack with a Mack truck attack
While sexy fingernails polish your chrome
So mamas better call your preachers
Before the whole damned thing explodes

Raunch that guitar when love is just a bad disease
God bless the maggots and lice and dirty magazines

Peckerheads and Badasses
Oh and we move like we're in molasses
Flingin' bulldog faced opinions
Sure to leave yer eardrum scarred
Peckerheads and Badasses
Only college football can depress us
It's as simple as a pigs foot in a beer
Goddamn we're happy here

Fillin' a Dixie cup with chaw in one strap overalls… Chorus

Well I got trouble
Can't avoid flop sweat on my face
Slapped from my bubble
Severed employment
No sour grapes

24 Tales of Woe
Won't buy my freedom
So I'll do a stint
Show ‘em my flint
Inside the colleseum

It's old. It's called Yankee pride
Take yer chances
Don't be an inchworm inside
Yankee pride
You're never down down down
Do you understand?
Down down down
When you're a throwback man

Throwback man

Now I get it
Fully understand its
Not enough to be free
Ya gotta be noble
With an anthem guiding
Your way to glory

25 Alibis
Won't stop hurting
A stiff upper lip and solid grip
Shuts out the disconcerting

Chorus

There's something ancient in me
Despite my young mans face
It's something stronger than steel
Realer than real
Fed from my bloodlines
And archaic sense of place

 

In the family of the ancients
I am the youngest son
So cut your stack of papers
And dine upon these crumbs

While you were up here shinin'
I learned about this gun
Black out a tooth on Celebrity Sleuth
Where mama gets her hair done

‘Cause I'm the Subway Killer
I'm here from the sticks
Like a midnight cowboy
Grantin' your death wish

Your buildings are decrepit
I count your men in blue
A lonely star from Texas
Just put a hole in you

I got your arrogance outnumbered
I shut the mouth on you
Black out a tooth on Celebrity Sleuth
Did ya think I was a damned fool?

Chorus

Feel me in your system
I quake your underground
When millions are neglected
A vigilante is found

And now I come full shinin'
You'll write about this gun
Black out a tooth on Celebrity Sleuth
Where mama gets her hair done

Chorus

I get off of work
I jump in the shower
I scrub it down real good baby baby
Make it last an hour

Slap on that sweet stuff mama
Make ya feel real good
Hit the streets
Swingin' meat
Winkin' and a stinkin' like a big man should...well

Flat butts and beer guts
Flat butts and beer guts

Kick out the losers
At the local bar
When it comes to drinkin' beer baby
I'm a superstar

I look up and down the bar for that
Girl of my dreams
I think I see her feet stickin' out
From underneath the pinball machine…well

Flat butts and beer guts
Flat butts and beer guts

Hey

I get off of work
I jump in the shower
I scrub it down real good baby baby
Make it last an hour

Slap on that sweet stuff mama
Make ya feel real good
Hit the streets
Swingin' meat
Winkin' and a stinkin' like a big man should…well

Flat butts and beer guts
Flat butts and beer guts

Ragged old flag ragged old flag
Why should I wrap myself up in this ragged old flag?

I'm sick of the mosquitoes
Raise your glass to freedom parasites
They left me with nothin' but this self-drawn faded tattoo

The Irish are into whiskey
but Americans are suckers for
Wang Dang Whoop Dee Doo
They're always talkin' bout their

Chorus

We fought to be all equal
but now there is a sequel
to this here rule
Ya must dangle a carrot
In front of a stubborn mule

They said to me baby
That someday that maybe
You'll be this rich too
But all they really want
Is another nose to the grindstone fool
Frankly, that shit gets me sick
Right on my shoes
They're always talkin' bout their

Chorus

Well they grabbed me early
By my short and curlies
A puttin' propaganda in my mind
Joe that plumber sure don't like Obamer
The news'll yank yer doodle all the time

Well they grab you early
By your short and twirlies
Salutin' propaganda in a line
Joe that plumber sure don't like Obamer
The news'll yank yer doodle all the time

Chorus

Jump up Jump up
Go on baby shake and hop to the candy shop
Jump up jump up
Jump up on your platform shoes

Well she went and flashed him nude
from a trench coat in a white town car
Down where the Starcooker club is at
and glitter rock is back and Teddies stomp the floor

She hung a micro spoon
from her belly chain to flake her nose
They made love in the dressing room
then up on the dryer, then a dirty pile a clothes

A well a well a well now I can't tell you much baby
While the jukebox is a blowin' the fuse
Very few can tell ya not a few can tell ya what day it is
Jump up on your Platform Shoes

Chorus

She was a Chelsea queen that we called "Rococo Curlique"
Wrapped in alabaster skin baby rice paper thin baby
So you could see the blue
She hooked a rough trade john put together like a stevedor
A real dead end guttersnipe, a Norma Desmond type, a Pentecostal bore

Well you'll find kids rotten with scabies "SCABIES"
We're the fruit most likely to bruise
Aw but I cant wait to g get every stitch of your clotheses off

Jump up on your Platform Shoes

Well now everybody's stompin' baby
Ampules start a poppin' baby
We'll have a real good time
Blast some bawdy rock n roll
Pop a blue one for your Hey Hey Hey

Jump up Jump up Jump up on your platform shoes
Is everybody jumpin'?

Lentement dans le soir
Le train s'en va
Sur le quai son mouchoir
S'enfuit déjá

Dans la glace comme un songe
Le mur gris de sa maison
Sous le jour qui s'allonge
S'estompe á l'horizon

Un nuage s'étire sur son toit bleu
En passant il semble dire
Un triste adieu
Et tout ce que j'aimais
Lorsque le train vire
Dans un flot de fumée
S'efface á jamais

 

 

Oh I've found beauty all my days with an eerie sense of doom
Lucky as Prometheus Unbound
It's Black Watch Polo on the Pampas
Private Jet to Cannes
Profiled on Finches Quarterly
They seek me ‘cause I am

The Babooch
Remember the name
I'm trouble but seriously
I'm a Brahmin boy with low intentions
Someone ought to have let you know

The Babooch
The Babooch
Bunga Bunga

Oh Britty says: "I'll go berserk if you drag tacky people through this door…
No Hedge Funders and no Poets or we come to blows "
"But Madame we networked while at Tsinghua
Wharton MBA
I play Gatsby to their plutocrat
We share a flat in the Marais"

Chorus

I'm the Babooch

When I throws it x3
When I throws, I throws a knuckleball
Yeah I'm a knuckleballer

They fly me in when there's ballroom dancing the perks and the surfin' remain outstanding and always nymphomaniacs.

Now at times
Nacho Figueras
Rings at 4 am and sings…
"Grab your Sperrys …
Lust ahoy it's a yacht orgy again"

Chorus

Im the Babooch