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FREAKS SONGS by eric nakao (Click title above lyrics for MIDI audio. If plug-in error, click OK, OK, delete window, then click title again.) Ah, love Benjamin/Benedict Bob Em The Fighting Minutemen Freaks Freaks(2) The funky monkey Girls who wear glasses Girls who wear glasses(2) Greensleeves Heaven by the sea Hey nonny nonny I don't feel so hot I got no love songs I must be strange I want to be a pop star I yearn for Martha I yearn for Martha(2) I yearn for Martha/ where's Vomit? It's so hot King-a-tha Love, glove, above Miss Potty Mouth Oh George, you must go to Valley Forge Plaster can get broke Red, white and blue Santa Lucia So long, sucker Teach me Toujour l'amour Two-holed guitar/ Two holes are better than one/ Just us girls What do you want? What do you want?(2) The workaday blues Heaven By The Sea Oompa oompa. Oompa oompa Oompa oompa. Oompa oompa-pa-pa. Oompa oompa. Oompa oompa Oompa oompa. Oompa oompa-pa-pa. Who put the angel in Los Angeles? Some say she’s waitin’ there for me. With eyes so shiny And lips so fine-ee I want to tell the world She’s mine all mine-ee-ee-ee. Who put the angel in Los Angeles? Some say she’s waitin’ there for me-ee-ee In Los Angeles, Cal-i-for-nee-a-a-a-a, Heaven by the sea. Oompa oompa. Oompa oompa Oompa oompa. Oompa oompa-pa-pa. Oompa oompa. Oompa oompa Oompa oompa. Oompa oompa-pa-pa. Who put the jealous in Los Angeles? Some say it's waitin’ there for me. With thousands tryin’ To win, denyin’ That they don’t stand a chance And end up cyanidin’. Who put the jealous in Los Angeles? I just don’t want to end that wa-a-ay In Los Angeles, Cal-i-for-nee-a-a-a-a, Bedlam by the bay. Oompa oompa. Oompa oompa Oompa oompa. Oompa oompa-pa-pa. Oompa oompa. Oompa oompa Oompa oompa. Oompa oompa-pa-pa. Who put the lozenge in Los Angeles? A sucker for succor, can’t you see? If you just stay here, You’ll be OK here. You may just find the way To live your life, you may here. Who put the lozenge in Los Angeles? For every disease and every thought impure, In Los Angeles, Cal-i-for-nee-a-a-a-a, Show biz is the fuehrer. Oompa oompa. Oompa oompa Oompa oompa. Oompa oompa-pa-pa. Oompa oompa. Oompa oompa Oompa oompa. Oompa oompa-pa-pa. Who put the temp into tempta-a-tion? Who put the temp in temporarily In Los Angeles, Cal-i-for-nee-a-a-a-a, Heaven by the – Heaven by the – Heaven by the sea? What Do You Want? (Lyrics in red type are spoken. Notes without lyrics at end of song) What do you want? Oh Martha, tell. A chapter, verse, You think would suit you well? A sentence long and hard, confess. A word – A word, the word You need is yes. The word is “no.” The word is “I.” The word is “Can’t tell you the reason why.” Then you must stay. No, I must steal Into a world That offers something real. Oh Martha, stay. Oh Martha, please. We’ll beg you pretty On our bended knees. Oh, please get up. I’ve not a clue Of why I should stay here And be like you. Show biz. Show biz. Show biz is great. It gives you things That you desire, The fuel you need To feed your inner fire. We offer you The perfect life, Far from the pathway Of the plunging knife. So Martha stay with us awhile And till the garden of your inner style. And when you’re through, You will conceive A show biz Adam For your show biz Eve. What Do You Want?(2) You’re going to stay. Martha, hooray. Let’s all go upstairs now, So we can play . . . Freaks (Notes following the second verse represent drum beats, except for a series of falling notes at the end of the song which are actual notes. Lyrics in red type are spoken, line-by-line, between the blocks of drum beats) We’ve been freaks for weeks And we don’t know what to do. We’ve been freaks for weeks. Don’t know what and don’t know who. We’ve been freaks for weeks And we don’t know what to say. But that’s OK. We’ve been freaks for weeks And we don’t know right or wrong. We’ve been freaks for weeks. We’ve been at this for so long. We’ve been freaks for weeks And we don’t know how to pray. But that’s OK. That’s OK. That’s O Kay-yay. If you’re a freaky little darling And you don’t know what to do. If you’re a freaky little darling. Don’t’ know what and don’t know who. If you’re a freaky little darling And you don’t know what to say. Well, that’s! O! K! Freaks(2) We’ve been freaks for weeks And we don’t know what to do. We’ve been freaks for weeks. Don’t know what and don’t know who. We’ve been freaks for weeks And we don’t know what to say. But that’s OK . . . for now. Oh George, You Must Go To Valley Forge Oh George, you must go to Valley Forge To fight for what’s right and what’s free. And when, when you go to Valley Forge, You go not for you and for me, But for America, America, Then God will shine on thee. Oh Martha, I owe it all to you For turning me round with your plea. I shall, I shall go to Valley Forge. And not just for you and for me, But for America, America, Then God will shine on thee And for America, A-ha-mer-her-ri-hi-ca, Then God will shine on thee. Benjamin/Benedict (Lyrics in red type are spoken) This old revolution Has got me down Which way shall I turn? Go up or go down? See how confusing The times have become. Now Benjamin, now Benedict. Now Franklin, now Arnold. Now statesman, now traitor. Ahhhhh. Which way shall I turn? Which way shall I be? Here come my old friends. Or my enemies? Ho, Benjamin. Ho, Benedict. Ho, Franklin. Ho, Arnold. Ho, statesman. Ho, traitor. Ahhhhh. The country needs To be in sync, But I am torn Between and think, Oh Benjamin, oh Benedict. Oh Franklin, oh Arnold. Oh statesman, oh traitor. Ahhhhh. The Fighting Minutemen (Tick tock, tick tock. Tick tock, tick tock. Tick tock, tick tock. Tick tock, tick tock.) Oh, guess who we are? (Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock.) We’re your neighbors and friends. (Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock.) We’re ready to fight. (Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock.) When the signal you send The Fighting Minutemen. The Fighting Mi-hi-nutemen. (Tick tock, tick tock. Tick tock, tick tock. Tick tock, tick tock. Tick tock, tick tock.) We’re stealthily hid (Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock.) In your daily lives, (Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock.) Until we receive (Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock.) The signal that drives The Fighting Minutemen. The Fighting Mi-hi-nutemen. Red, White and Blue Red, white and blue, Three colors that are true. Red, white and blue, For baby, me and you. Red, white and blue. I’m sewing for our land A symbol of America, A banner bold and grand. When you are blue From fighting this old war, Red, white and blue Will make your spirits soar. Don’t you give in To feelings that aren’t true, Remember good old Betsy Ross, She’ll sew a flag for you. Girls Who Wear Glasses Boys always make passes At girls who wear glasses Cuz they’re so pretty And nice, and nice. Boys always make passes At girls who wear glasses. They don’t think twice. Whenever they’re near them, They always will cheer them. Ding dong, ding dong. Whenever they’re with them, They always will kiss them. Ding dong dell. Boys always make passes At girls who wear glasses Cuz they’re so pretty And nice, and nice. Boys always make passes At girls who wear glasses. They don’t think twice. So if you’re a lassie With windshield and chassis, Don’t feel blu-ue. There’s always a fella. You’ll be Cinderella And brand new. Boys always make passes At girls who wear glasses Cuz they’re so pretty And nice, and nice. Boys always make passes At girls who wear glasses. They don’t think twice. They don’t think twice. They don’t think twice. The Workaday Blues (Lyrics in red type are spoken. Notes without lyrics at end of song) Oh, I live in Hollywood And I work in Century City. (Hey hey! Yeah! Woo!) Where the buildings are tall And the people, they try to look pretty. Oh well, I take the Number 4 Down old S.M.B., Sixty minutes later, I’m a-down by the sea. Missed my stop a-way back there, but That’s all right. Man, I’m busted real bad. If I go back now, my ass is fried, baby, Cuz that ole boss o’ mine, well, He’s just bad news, dude. Oh, should I go back now? Should I go back to Century City? (Oh no.) Where the buildings are tall And my boss is kinda shitty. Oh, if I go back now I’ll be forty minutes late. Breeze into the office And my boss’ll be a-waitin’. He’ll say, “come on over here,” then smile and That ain’t right. Man oh man, When that dude starts smilin’, man. And you go over And he’s just smilin’ and smilin’, and – Oh man! Oh man! My ass is fried! Fried, baby, fried! Or should I stay right here at the beach Where everything’s pretty? Should I screw my job, my boss, And Century City? Because there’s more to life Than workin’ like a slave for the man. Pressure’s always high And compensation’s a scam. Treat you like a dog, then kick you out and That ain’t right. Greensleeves Alas, my lo-ove, You do me wro-ong To cast me o-off discourteously For I have lo-oved you, Oh, so lo-ong, Deli-ighting i-in your company. Greenslee-eeves was all my jo-oy And old Greenslee-eeves was my delight . . . I Want To Be A Pop Star I want to be a pop star, Want to feel the heat Of a thousand other pop stars Popping at my feet. It’s So Hot (Lyrics in red type are spoken) It’s so hot. Oh honey, it’s so hot. We’ve tried to keep our cools, But we find we cannot. Our temperatures are rising From this unrelenting heat. The best thing we can muster Is to simply repeat That honey, it’s so hot. Oh darling, it’s so dry-y. Our tears have gone to heaven, So we can’t even cry. Oh, it’s so very grim. Aghhhh! We’ve lost all our vigor And we’re losing our vim. Cuz it’s so hot That we’re shriveling up, Oh no. Oh no, oh no, oh no. Aghhhh! It’s so hot. Oh honey, you should be alerted That if we turned into camels All our humps would be inverted. Are those our lives Flashing before our eyes? The end is coming closer As our spirits start to rise. But wait, hold on. We think we hear bells. It’s the Good Humor man With his ice cream to sell. Oh, help is on the way. We’re gonna buy some ice cream. Hip hip hooray. Cuz it’s so hot, But we don’t fret, cuz we’re Gonna buy what we wanna get. And it’s so hot, But we’re still cool, cuz we’re Gonna buy and we’re gonna rule (the world.) And it’s so hot, But that’s OK. Hooray a-bye-bye. Hooray a-bye-bye. Hooray a-bye-bye, a-bye-bye, a-bye-bye. A buy buy – That ice cream! A buy buy – That ice cream! A-bye-bye. Hey, Nonny Nonny (Lyrics in red type are spoken) Hitting the big time. Don’t need no car. Wanna get noticed? Wanna be a star? Do you feel like dancin’? You know I’ve got the key. Come on and nonny nonny with me. Hey, nonny nonny. Hey, nonny nonny, uh huh. Hey, nonny nonny. Hey, nonny nonny, yeah yeah. Hey, nonny nonny. Hey, nonny nonny, all right. Hey, nonny nonny. Hey, nonny nonny, tonight. Think you’ve got charisma? So ready that it aches. Step out of your abysmal Little life is all it takes. Do you feel like scratchin’? You know I’ve got the key. Come on and nonny nonny with me. Hey, nonny nonny. Hey, nonny nonny, uh huh. Hey, nonny nonny. Hey, nonny nonny, yeah yeah. Hey, nonny nonny. Hey, nonny nonny, all right. Hey, nonny nonny. Hey, nonny nonny, tonight. Hey, little Lonnie, Don’t you know you’re gonnie When you nonny nonny with me? Hey, little Vonnie, Don’t you know you’re gonnie When you nonny nonny with me? Hey, little Connie, Don’t you know you’re gonnie When you nonny nonny with me? Hey hey hey. So Long, Sucker (Lyrics in red type are spoken) So long, sucker. Sucker, so long. See ya, baby, maybe next year. Don’t mean to tease ya. Only tryin’ to ease your pain. Only tryin’ to ease your little fears. ‘Member last year round this time Another kiss-off did occur, But I wun’t leavin’, You was leavin’ me. You said you met another girl, I was a dud, she was a pearl, But in six months I took you back again. Now I’ve met another guy, He’s the apple of my eye, That’s why I’ve called you here, So I can say, (That’s why she’s singin’) So long, sucker. Sucker, so long. See ya, baby, maybe next year. Don’t mean to tease ya. Only tryin’ to ease your pain. Only tryin’ to ease your little fears. Why do you have to be like this, A dud, a spud, a crud, a Miss Oh-why-oh-what-is-to-become-of-me? They dumped you. So what? Get a life. They weren’t your love. You’re not their wife. So say good-bye and quick, So you can be (A star in your own) So long, sucker. Sucker, so long. See ya, baby, maybe next year. Don’t mean to tease ya. Only tryin’ to ease your pain. Only tryin’ to ease your little fears. Only tryin’ to ease your little fears. Only tryin’ to ease your little fears. And so, a-so long, sucker. So long, sucker! A-sucker, so long. King-a-tha King-a-tha, King-a-tha, King-a-tha, King-a-tha, King-a-tha, King-a-tha, King-a-tha, King-a-tha, King-a-tha, King-a-tha, King-a-tha, King-a-tha Fads. The Funky Monkey (A shouted-out-type rap song. Notes represent timing of lyrics.) He’s a monkey! He’s a monkey! He’s a monkey! He’s a monkey! He’s a monkey! He’s a monkey! He’s a monkey! He’s a monkey! That monkey can dance! Can dance! Can dance! That monkey can dance! Can dance! Can dance! That monkey can dance! Can dance! Can dance! That monkey can dance! Can dance! Can dance! Cuz he’s a monkey! He’s a funky monkey. Oh, he’s a monkey! He’s a funky monkey. That monkey can dance! Can dance! Can dance! That monkey can dance! Can dance! Can dance! That monkey can rock! That monkey can roll! That monkey can dance With a ho ho ho! Cuz he’s a monkey! He’s a funky monkey. Oh, he’s a monkey! He’s a funky monkey. He’s a monkey. He’s a monkey. He’s a monkey. He’s a monkey. He’s a monkey. He’s a monkey. He’s a monkey. Huh! I Don’t Feel So Hot I – What’s the matter? Don’t – What’s the story? Feel – Where’s the action? So – You don’t look good. Hot! Are you going to vomit! Vomit! Vomit! Miss Potty Mouth We come in peace To sing our song. We hope that we Won’t be too long. We only ask For half a chance to sing A little song That we enjoy To entertain And not annoy. We only ask For half a chance to play. Then here comes Miss Potty Mouth. Open up a door. Here comes Miss Potty Mouth. Rotten to the core. Su-uch bad language. Does she have no shame? A little this, little that, Little Potty Mouth, Potty Mouth. We all know your name. Why-y won’t you-ou Let us sing our song? We-e don’t like you, So we’ll say so long. Bu-ut before we Exit like we came, A little this, little that, Little Potty Mouth, Potty Mouth. We all know your name. Two-Holed Guitar/ Two Holes Are Better Than One/ Just Us Girls Two-holed guitar. Two-holed guitar. I am playing A two-holed guitar. Two-holed guitar. Two-holed guitar. I am playing one now. Two holes are better than one. Two holes are better than one. Two holes are better, Two holes are better, Two holes are better than one. Oh, two holes are better than one. Do do. Just us girls. Just us girls. Young and strong and free. Just us girls, In our world, See what we can see. Oh, see what we can see that Two holes are better than one. Two holes are better than one. Two holes are better, Two holes are better, Two holes are better than one. Oh, two holes are better than one. Do do. I Must Be Strange (“Doing” rhymes with “boing”) I don’t know. I can’t explain What is the cause. I must be strange. Doing doing doing. I Yearn For Martha I yearn for Martha It’s the feeling I live for. I yearn for Martha. She’s the one that I adore. She’s the song in my heart, The spring in my step, The winter, summer, fall in love That I just can’t forget at all. When she is around, Oh, the clouds fly away, The sun is always shining And the birds all sing hooray For scrumptious Martha. I could eat her day and night. I yearn for Martha. All I want is one more bite Of that perfectly sweet, Delightfully fine. Satisfaction guaranteed With Martha each and every time. If you could just taste, Oh, what I’m tasting now. You’d order up a Martha And you’d wrap your lips around her. Sweet and lovely. So nice above me. Like heaven to me. Cha da da da. I yearn for Martha, She’s the girl in all my dreams. I yearn for Martha, She’s the peaches and the creams. She’s the peaches and creams, A Jello parfait, A chocolate chip frittata That’ll take your breath away and then, You’ll swear you’ve just died And gone off on a wing To where the angels live life merrily, At peace with everything. So sweet and lovely. So nice above me. Like heaven to me. Cha da da da. Teach Me Teach me, teach me, I want to learn Something important So I can return Smarter than I u-used to be. Teach me a lesson, please. Teach you, teach you, Give me a break. Teaching you something Would be a mistake. If you want to improve your mind, Ask someone else this time. Teach me, oh, teach me. Don’t you want to reach me? I’d love to be your teacher’s pet And sit upon your knee. Your knee-ee, your knee-ee. I’d be your little girl. I’d study hard and would not Disappoint you for the world. Bo-ob, oh Bo-ob, What am I to do-o? You’re like a wad of chewing gum Stuck underneath my shoe. My shoe-oe, my shoe-oe. Must I give you the boot? Then you’d go bouncing down the stairs Without a parachute. Girls Who Wear Glasses(2) Boys always make passes At girls who take classes Cuz they’re so pretty And free of lice . . . And of vice . . . And Fanny Brice . . . Plaster Can Get Broke Plaster can get broke, Just like my heart in two. Plaster can get broke, Oh, what am I to do, to do. Oh, what am I to do. Mend it with a song. Sing between the lines. Recast your love in iron, Then everything is fine, is fine. Then everything is fine. Bob Bob . . . Bob . . . I like Bob Like corn likes cob . . . Em Em . . . Em . . . Em . . . Love, Glove, Above Love, glove, stars above – I Got No Love Songs I got no love songs. It’s just not in my brain. When I see sky, I see the clouds And think about the rain. I got no love songs. They’re just not in my life. When I see wedding cake, I see the cake, Not man and wife. You do want love songs. It’s in us, one and all. For into every life A little rain and love must fall. You do know love songs. You’re just afraid to sing. For the note you hear Within your ear Might be a wedding ring. I got no love songs. Why do you ask me why, If songs of love I do not hold Beneath a starry sky? You should know love songs, They’d love you by their side. But I have tried, I do not hide No love songs, love songs, love songs – Know love songs, love songs, love songs – No love songs, love songs, love songs, Have I. Santa Lucia I love the parmesan Grated on pesto. And a Chianti wine Aids the digesto. Our love’s forever, dear. Painted in fresco. Sa-an-ta-a Lu-u-ci-a, Meatballs L’agria. I Yearn For Martha/ Where’s Vomit! (Lyrics in red type are spoken) I yearn for Martha. It’s the feeling I live for – Where’s Vomit! God, I hate them! I yearn for Martha. She’s the one that I adore – I’ll kill ‘em! The bile rises in my throat At the thought of ‘em! I Yearn For Martha(2) I yearn for Martha. She’s the wind beneath my sails. I yearn for Martha. She’s the blowhole in my whales . . . Ah, Love (Notes without lyrics at end of song) My heart is breaking. I can’t go on. My heart is aching. Alas, anon. Alas, anon. My love has spoken. My love is gone. My heart is broken. Alas, anon. Alas, anon. Ah, love. Ah, love. Ah, love. I loved, I loved. Ah, love. Ah, love. Ah, love. I loved. My love returns. I can go on. My heart doth yearn. Alas, anon. Alas, anon. Ah, love. Ah, love. Ah, love. I love, I love. Ah, love. Ah, love. Ah, love. I love. Toujour L’Amour Au revoir, mon amour, good-bye. I hate to see you go Parce que le guerre Is in the air. Mauvais fortune of mine. Au revoir, mon amour, good-bye. Don’t look sad. Don’t feel blue. For can’t you see, You’ll always be Toujour l’amour of mine. For can’t you see, You’ll always be Toujour l’amour of mine. Toujour l’amour of mine. Toujour l’amour of mine. all freaks songs copyright (c) 1998, 2004 eric nakao, except music for "what do you want?" is "habanera: l'amour  est un oiseau rebelle" by georges bizet; music for the second part of "teach me" is "it's raining, it's pouring" by traditional; music for "santa lucia" is "santa lucia" by teodoro cottrau; music and most of lyrics for "greensleeves" by traditional. posted: september 21, 2005 song update: sunday, october 7, 2007, 1:38 PM ET webpage update: thursday, july 2, 2009, 11:50 AM ET