I am just a hunchback |
And a madman's humble clone |
I have pondered my existance |
In a smock and safety goggles |
Such assurances |
Are small at best |
Still, a man guards fears he wants to fear |
And disregards the rest |
With the lab my home |
And my family |
I was made to be employed |
In the company of monsters |
In the chaos of the absent caution |
Nothing dared |
Nothing known |
Know my name is but a number |
Tribute to the six before |
Legacy of failures |
All those clones of yore |
I say why |
I say why say, why say why, I say why |
Why say I say, why say why, I say why say why |
Seeking dangerous missing monsters |
I go leaving from the lab |
But I find no horrors |
In the basement hall of doors |
The doctor calls to me |
"Look under there" |
Does that make this all a joke |
Sung 'bout |
Some monster underwear |
I say why |
I say why say, why say why, I say why |
Why say I say, why say why, I say why say why |
When I ponder on the matters past |
And wond'ring where I'm from |
Chromosome |
Where the synapse tempers matters |
Of insanity |
Sanity |
Chromosome |
In the lab room stands a madman |
And a doctor by his trade |
There he conjures his assistants |
With fev'ry drive that gave him muse |
In madness, when he made me |
Flipped the axis of my brain |
Am I saner? Am I saner? |
Well, it's not for me to say |
I say why |
I say why say, why say why, I say why |
Why say I say, why say why, I say why say why…. |
Songbook - The Secret Memoirs of Dr. GOO
Monday, February 22, 2016
Seven's Song (The Hunchback)
Thursday, October 1, 2015
That Button
Hey, dig it now |
Yeah, hey |
Yeah once I was a smooth grave diggah |
Diggin' it all night and all day |
I never had no problems, yeah |
With extra limbs and organs comin' my way |
Then I met up with this groovy mad man |
With funky gadgets that would blow your mind |
Payin' me a pretty penny (Yes he did) |
For all the freshest brains that I could find |
Yeah he had gadgets and gizmos and crazy cool contraptions |
And just when I saw it, a voice inside my head said |
What's that button there do, hunchback? |
Why's that button oh so bright? |
What's that button there do, hunchback? |
Press down that button, press that button down until you die |
'Til you die? |
'Til you die! |
Oh my |
Well I tried to stop this feeling |
Yeah huh, I thought that I was out of my mind |
How could I be so foolish (how could I) |
Cause that button's not the pushin' kind |
Still I had to fight this fever |
A crazy impulse I can not explain (what did you do) |
I said "I must go back there" (I've gotta go back) |
See those buttons still be flashin' the same |
Yeah he had gadgets and gizmos and crazy cool contraptions |
And just when I saw it, a voice inside my head said |
What's that button there do, hunchback? |
Why's that button oh so bright? |
What's that button there do, hunchback? |
Press down that button, press that button down until you die |
'Til you die (Yeah) |
'Til you die |
(Gotta press that big red button down!) |
(Hey, wait a minute) |
Now first it wasn't easy |
Come to grips with words in my mind, my hands were gettin' shaky |
Negotiate my mental decline |
But now it's so much better (it's so much better) |
I've taught those voices who gets their way |
So I went back to that groovy mad man |
To prove that everything was okay |
'Cuz he had gadgets and gizmos and crazy cool contraptions |
And just when I saw it, a voice inside my head said |
What's that button there do, hunchback? |
Press it down with all of your might |
Press that flashy button hunchback |
Press down that button, press that button down until you die |
'Til you die |
Yeah, 'til you die |
The voice said, press that flashy button |
(Press that flashy button) |
Press that flashy button |
(Press that big red flashy button down) |
Press that flashy button |
(Press that flashy button) |
Press that flashy button |
Press it, press it, press it, won't ya |
Press that flashy button hunchback |
Press it down with all of your might, oh yeah |
Press that flashy button hunchback |
Press it down with all of your might |
Press that flashy button hunchback |
Press it down with all of your might |
*CLICK* |
Uh oh… |
Friday, August 28, 2015
Lost: Giant Squirrel
I lost my monster squirrel |
That rodent should be easy to find |
Yeah he's got a fluffy tail |
He's seven stories high |
Got cute big bucky teeth like I drew here on this sign |
Yeah, I got reward upon the sign |
If you see him you just got to let me know it |
Phone number's on the bottom, you can call me any time |
You know I wish I had my giant squirrel |
Why can't I find my giant squirrel |
Where can I find a rodent like that? |
I passed over by the pound |
It's still standing so he hasn't been found |
Marines are closing in and their orders are to shoot |
But bullets bounce right off him so the point is probably moot |
Yeah, rewards written there on the sign |
If you see him you just got to telephone it |
My number's on the bottom, you can call me any time |
You know I wish I had my giant squirrel |
Why can't I find my giant squirrel |
Where can I find a rodent like that? |
My giant squirrel |
I wish I had my giant squirrel |
Where can I find a rodent |
Where can I find a rodent like that |
And one more thing you really oughta know That squirrel's a digger, everywhere he goes So if you see ravines or mountains that are new You gotta let me know, it could just be a clue |
Tell me, why can't I find a rodent like that? |
You know, I wish I could find my giant squirrel |
I wish I'd find my giant squirrel |
Where is my giant squirrel? |
Where can I find a rodent like that? |
Where's my giant squirrel |
I want to find my giant squirrel |
I want, I want my giant squirrel |
Tuesday, July 21, 2015
I Stomped the City
I stomped the city |
But I didn't stomp the doctor's lab |
I stomped the city |
But I didn't stomp the doctor's lab |
Yeah all around the rubble |
There's hunchbacks with shrinking rays |
They say I'm the monster they want to nab |
For the flaten'n of the doctor's lab |
For the flaten'n of the doctor's lab |
But I say! |
I stomped the city |
Honestly it was a lot of fun |
I stomped the city |
Now they're coming with their shrinky ray guns |
Doctor Goo, well he created me |
Giant size, and eyes that glow |
Every time that I stomp something |
He give me potions that make me grow |
He give me potions and they make me grow |
And so |
I stomped the city |
It's hard not to when you're this immense |
What happened to the doctor's lab? |
I stomped the city |
But you know they pack those buildings in too dense |
Freedom came my way one day |
And I found my way into town |
All of those buildings crowded all around |
And so I stomped them down |
Yeah, I stomped, I stomped, I stomped the town |
They put those buildings in my way! |
I stomped the city |
But I say, I did not stomp the doctor's lab |
I stomped the city, oh yeah |
But I didn't stomp the doctor's lab |
Friday, July 3, 2015
Hunchback Rag
The doctor's labrotory |
is the setting to our story |
it's where we spend our ti-i-ime |
While he's creating creatures |
mixing mixtures in his beakers |
we're mopping monster sli-i-ime |
Cause those monsters that he's making |
have a hunger there's no slaking |
and their manners are a mess |
(oh yes) it's true |
And their drooly sloppy munchin's |
and their gruely gloppy crunchin's |
left a mess of monster goo-oo-oo |
Your monster's cooo-ooo-ool |
But it's got a drool-ie prob-lem |
a crunchin |
and a munchin |
and a lunchin |
* it's not even potty trained I fear * |
( -Oh- dear) |
But now I figure |
we got a bigger problem |
That big bad beastie's coming over here! |
over here, over here, over here?!? |
When that monster's got the munchies |
it isn't just a hunch |
-He's- -Got- |
hunchbacks on his miiii-iiind |
Now our knees they are a quaking |
We're a shivering and shaking |
-Cuz- -We're- |
Really in a bind |
(We're hunchbacks - not lunch snacks!) |
You Big Bad Beast |
Go get yourself away |
Right now! -To-Day!- |
(Bad monster! Stay!) |
And now you |
-See- -We- |
We got another problem |
-I'm- -AAA-… |
fraid we're over-worked and under-paid |
So, Doc (here) |
Here we are (with) |
With our picket signs |
sign. ^sign. ^^sign. |
We're strike-ing |
On strike now |
It's A-Bout time |
time. ^time. ^^time. |
Don't think you'll |
Get a hunch-back |
A-Cross our picket LI-IIIIiiiIIII-IIIIiiiiIIII-IIIIIIiiiiIIIIine! |
Here is a list of our demands. |
- We find the title hunchback derogatory and henceforth wish to be called: |
Vertically Challenged Anatomical Aquisition Specialists |
- We also want obedience school for you-know-who. And a leash. And a muzzle. |
- Additionally, we would like you to shift your research to monsters that are |
Small and Cuddly |
- We also want a Two Dollar and Fifty cent raise |
- "and a new shovel!" |
- Yes. And… |
- "a big one too cuz that monster leaves huge piles of…" |
- We DEMAND proper chiropractic coverage! |
- *murmers of agreement from other hunchbacks* |
- "and a wheelbarrow too!" |
- and we want some nifty gadgets. It's no fair that you get all the cool stuff to yourself. |
*quickly from each hunchback* <a jet pack> <a brain swapper> <a holographic postcard maker> <a time machine> <a clapper for the back door porch light> |
Trick Mouse
I've got a trick - mouse |
Come Friday night I'm(ii-ya) - gonna show 'em what it's all about |
Cuz he's a trick - mouse |
The deck is stacked - cuz that mouse's act |
ain't holding nothing back |
Yeah, that's a trick - mouse |
We put together - this mousey show |
This is how
the story goes |
The trick-ee-est mouse - you ever seen |
Got mousey skills, and lots of fans. Yeah. Yeah. |
Doing backflips and cartwheels on an itty bitty trampolene |
Does a flip,
to the floor, what a trick (Yow!) Like a movie scene! |
Cuz he's a trick - mouse |
He's teeny tiny - trick it like a big king kong |
That's a trick - mouse |
The house is packed - (for) that mouse's act |
ain't holding
nothing back |
Pass him a marble - he knows just what to do |
He'll dribble
it over and make a basket in your shoe! (Hey!) |
He's a trick - mouse |
Yeah he wants the cheese, the only cheese |
Nibblin' the
parmesean (pronounced parm-ma-ka-zhan) |
He likes the applause, and he likes the praise |
He gets the crowd all worked into a craze, yeah yeah |
Climb up my pants leg - and go on out my sleeve |
He's got the
tricks to trick you out of your cheese |
Cuz, he's a trick - mouse |
My whitey tighties better keep that darn thing out |
He's a trick - mouse |
The deck is stacked - cuz that mouse's act |
Ain't holding
nothing back (Yow!) |
Cheesey
cracker, cheesey crack-Kah! (Repeat x4, end crack-ka-ka-KA) |
Trick - mouse |
He's teeny tiny - trick it like a big king kong |
Cuz he's a trick - mouse |
Yeah he wants the cheese, the only cheese |
Nibblin' the
parmesean (pronounced parm-ma-ka-zhan) |
Cheesey cracker, cheesey crack-Kah! (Repeat x3) |
Cheesey! |
Zombie Squirrel
I was driving home, one strange Halloween - and then like a dream |
Took a turn, by the old walnut tree - and there it was |
In front of me - much too late - too slow down |
Tell me why
did the squirrel - cross the road - with that nut - in it's mouth |
Well I veered to the right - and that squirrel dodged right too |
Veered to the left - but that squirrel.. did not know.. what to do |
Then I hit -
felt the bump - heard the sound |
People always told me - be careful out when you drive |
And don't go around - running - those - squirrels - down |
And mother always told me - put on clean underwear |
Then that squirrel jumped up on my car - and gave me quite a scare |
(oh mama) |
Zombie squirrel you got run over |
Now you are flat - and say that - I took your nut |
But - my door - is - going to stay shut |
You say that I took your nut - but my door is going to stay shut |
(silly
squirreley giggle-chatters) |
Around the block - and - through - the car wash |
You held my wiper blade |
But I couldn't stand - your nutty squirrel demands |
(For) - al.monds and pe.cans |
Cause I crushed - the walnut - you had found |
Look, I a-pol-o-gise |
For your truly dubious demise |
and I
(sym-path-ize) sym-path-ize (yeah) |
But I don't have your nut! |
Gas tank nearing empty - I knew what had to be |
Turned around - traveled back - crashed into that tree! |
And the nuts began a-falling |
From the sky but not in time (oh) |
For I crushed - the walnut - you had found |
eee eee nutty
nut yummy yummy nut nut (in squirrely voice) |
People always told me to pack along some spare cashews |
In case a zombie squirrel ever came around |
But that squirrel came chatty closer |
In that moment, then I knew |
That there was nothing I could do |
Now it wanted macaroons |
Nut nutty cookie please (in squirrely voice) |
Zombie squirrel you got run over. Zombie squirrel you got run over |
You say that I took your nut |
Zombie squirrel you got run over. Zombie squirrel you got run over |
You say that I took your nut - but my door is going to stay shut |
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