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Blah Blah Reagan. Blah Blah Punk Rock.

by Responsible Johnny

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1.
Stomp 01:43
Six foot tall, in leather and lace She’s gonna walk all up and down my face She likes to romp She likes to stomp She’s gonna make me wish I’d never been born She’s gonna turn me into a half pound of chuck I’d say I love her but I won’t press my luck She likes to romp She likes to stomp She’s gonna turn me into a holy mass of meat
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Cock Wig 02:29
Aw hell yeah, got my cock wig on And I’m ready to hit the town Gonna go out, gonna find me a girl And we’re going to get down Hey pretty lady, see you lookin’ at me This model comes with a guarantee I got my cock wig on I’m buying the first round Smooth as a baby when you head down south But I know you’ll have a real good time We’re gonna play a new game called “Hey, what’s your name” I swear it won’t cost you a dime Hey pretty lady, say you’re looking’ real hot You’re about to get everything I got The cock wig’s off And you’re the next in line Which one do you like better The astroturf or the Cosby sweater It’s warm at night and it’s light as a feather I can feel you, I can feel you gettin’ wetter
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Flippers 01:53
Well mama loved her heroin And mama loved her wine The doctor said don’t do it But she said I’d be fine I’ll never be a quarterback I’ll never be a star I just swim around in my tank all day I never get too far I’ve got flippers But I still ain’t got no friends I’d rather be the dog faced boy I’d rather be the geek Instead of lonely flipper boy The lowliest of the freaks I’ll never be a strongman I’ll never show my skills I’ll never get a girlfriend With this blowhole and these gills I’ve got flippers But I still ain’t got no friends Last week I met a doctor And he took pity on me I gave him all my money And he said wait and see And now I’ve got prosthetic arms And I can hold a gun And all you guys that made fun of me I guess you’d better run I’ve got robot arms Motherfucking robot arms But I still ain’t got no friends
4.
Blah blah government Blah blah Reagan Blah blah punk rock Blah blah work Blah blah school Blah blah punk rock Blah blah girlfriends Blah blah skateboards Blah blah punk rock Blah blah food Blah blah drugs Blah blah punk rock
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Paranoid 01:47
Everybody thinks there's something wrong with me I think my dad's in the KGB And my mom works for the CIA Making lasers to straighten out the gays But I'm not paranoid They're out to get me And the government is trying to make me fat But they can't get through my tin foil hat And there's radio waves in my teeth Trying to make me murder Toby Keith But I'm not paranoid They're out to get me
6.
Can’t smoke in a bar Can’t smoke in the street Can’t smoke in my apartment In front of my TV Can’t smoke on a plane Can’t smoke in a loft ‘Cause all you motherfuckers Might just start to cough Motherfuckers Give me back my smokes
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I'm just a country mouse I went down to my city house Fell into a glass of beer Now my vision's not so clear Record store right next door Climbed up through the wooden floor Black Flag t-shirts all for me More punk than you'll ever be I'm just a punk drunk mouse Hangin' out at all the bars I bought myself a small guitar Started up a punk rock band We play for cheese right from your hand I'm a mouse, so pity me I tried to get on MTV Spent half my money on videos The other half on whores and blow I'm just a punk drunk mouse I'm a little punk drunk mouse I came down from the hills I'll do anything to pay my bills You might have seen me on Rock of Love Or the Michael Jackson tribute With one sequined glove I read my contract I know just how to act I know just what you want from me I read my contract I know just how to act I know just what you fucking want me to be I'm a punk drunk mouse
10.
Trepanation 02:20
I’ve got a drill and some pills And I’ve got a new plan I’m gonna be a new man Eighth of an inch then a pinch Then I’ve got a new brain It’s gonna drive you insane I need your love just like a hole in my head Trepanation You’re going to love me or I’m going to end up dead Trepanation I’m all alone cracking bone And you’re on my mind We’re gonna have a good time If it’s a must that I adjust Then it’s a done deal I’m gonna show you how I feel I need your love just like a hole in my head Trepanation You’re going to love me or I’m going to end up dead Trepanation
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Fucked by penguins Fucked by penguins Fucked by penguins Ow, it hurts
12.
MSG 02:55
Monosodium Glutamate I know it’s in my Twinkie Monosodium Glutamate It keeps my food from getting stinky Monosodium Glutamate It’s in my beef fried rice Monosodium Glutamate It makes it taste so nice MSG, it’s not so good for me But MSG, it’s just so tasty Monosodium Glutamate I know it’s in my Fritos Monosodium Glutamate I know it’s in my burritos Monosodium Glutamate It’s in my PB and J Monosodium Glutamate I eat it every da
13.
You like Republicans I like the Democrats You call them heroes I call them fat cats Your favorite show It really sucks You won the lottery But that was just good luck Whatever you’re for Whatever you’re inna I ain’t fer it, I’m agin’ it Your favorite band They used to be better You like tight jeans And I like tight sweaters You pray for peace And I say drop the bombs You like your dad But I hang out with your mom Whatever you’re for Whatever you’re inna I ain’t fer it, I’m agin’ it Burger King (I’m agin’ it) Diamond rings (I’m agin’ it) Birds that sing (I’m agin’ it) Everything (I’m agin’ it)
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I didn't Shit myself While puking This time
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I used to be cool I used to be punk Fucking everything that moved And always getting drunk But now I’ve got a job And a 401k And I don’t like anything About my fucking day I got a barking dog I got a lazy wife And i don’t like anything About my fucking life My neighbor is a douche With an off white picket fence Nothing in my life Seems to make much sense Spending every Saturday Hanging out in malls Watching pre-teen girls And wishing that I had some balls A body shop sale is not where I want to be When Blarney Street is playing And I just can’t get free I used to spend my Fridays Hanging out in bars Knocking back some shots And playing my guitar I don’t recognize myself I don’t know who I am Whatever happened to that kid Who never gave a damn

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released July 14, 2012

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Responsible Johnny Dallas, Texas

Imagine a unicorn that feeds you candy that tastes like rainbows. That’s how good Responsible Johnny sounds. Imagine Johnny Ramone coming back from the dead, punching Joe Queer in the face, and then making sweet, sweet love to him. Responsible Johnny is as powerful as their baby when it cries. ... more

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