Psychostick Pluh Lyrics
Tearin' down the road doin' ninety
We Couldn't Think of a Title! Track Listing
2 Scrotal Torment
3 Two Ton Paperweight
4 Death Burger!
5 No Pun Intended
6 Why, Oh, Why
9 Prozak Milkshake
10 Throwin' Down
11 I Hate Doing Laundry
12 Return of the Death Burger!
13 Largiloquent Dithyramb
14 Lizard Sphere X
15 Orgasm = Love
16 Good Morning
17 In a Band to Get Chicks
18 Fake My Own Death and Go Platinum
20 Jagermeister Love Song
in my tiny little Volkswagen on my way to
get a tank of gas
I passed a cop with a radar gun waitin' for a
Sucker like me to drive by goin' way to fast
I saw the red and blue in my rear view
So I pulled slug bug over to the shoulder
of the road
He looked at me in the nose and said:
"Son, do you realize your tires are round?"
And I said:
YES, I SAID PLUH!
Walkin' down the streets in my
running shoes lookin' for a shoestore
So that I can find myself parking spot
I bumped into a guy that was wearing nothing
but his boxers
And a cap that said:
"I like tater tots."
He said something in Latin
that I didn't understand
And I thought the worst until
he pointed at my wrist
Then I saw that all he wanted was the time
So I looked at the broken watch, and I said:
YES I SAID PLUUUUUUUUUUUHHHH!
*start pit here*
If there ever was a word that you heard
It could take the place of ANYTHING
that you could say
Noun, verb, adverb, statement, question
Daytime, night-time, anytime, anyone!
So remember the next time you forget
What you're sayin' in the middle of a sentence-
Don't strain your brain to remember the word
Instead look 'em right in the nose and
Tell 'em that the answer is:
*intrusion by Satan*