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it's so hot
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  FREAKS SONGS
by eric nakao


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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
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