WORDS
Mama Saw a Martian
(Available on "...a real LIVE! Fuck Machine" Studio version available on "White Trash Monsters" 7"ep and the soon to be released, full length CD, "Jacksploitation!")
-Lyrics By: Rev
-Music By: The Jackalopes
(chorus)
Mama saw a martian
My mama saw a martian it was little and green it kinda looked like me
(verse1)
That's why I'm the way I am
My mom saw a martian on a flying ham
Actually it kinda looked like Spam
A little green man in a can of Spam
(verse2)
Drivin' 'long in the middle of the night
Mom and Dad got in a fight
He pulled over so she could walk
She looked at the sky and "what a shock!"
(repeat chorus)
(verse3)
That's when he sent the beam
That made her pregnant with me
Sometimes in the middle of the night
I feel my head glowin' with a dim green light
(repeat verse1)
(repeat chorus)
Rumble Downtown
(Available on "...a real LIVE! Fuck Machine" CD, Studio version available on the soon to be released full length CD, "Jacksploitation!")
-Lyrics By: Rev
-Music By: The Jackalopes
(verse1)
Well there's a rumble in town tonite
And everything's alright
Yeah there's a rumble in town tonite
Yeah there's gonna be a fight
Well there's a rumble in town tonite
A full blown alley fight
No sticks, no guns, no chains, all fun
Just a full blown knuckle fight
(chorus)
Well we'll gather up the boys
And we'll roll downtown
Cuz' two rival sides are about to throw down
It's a sweet alley fight
It's a rumble downtown tonite
Well we're geared up greased down
And ready to fight
We're gonna find some girls afterward
And light up the nite
It's a sweet alley fight
It's a rumble downtown tonite
(verse 2)
We're gonna throw the first punch tonite
Vindicate and violate alright
We're gonna cut some heads tonite
We're gonna shut down the other side's light
Well there's a rumble right here tonite
We're gonna find out which side's right
No more half rate apologies
Just a full blown knuckle fight
(repeat chorus)
(verse 3)
There was a rumble right here tonite
And nothing went quite right
Well I watched my best friend die
At the edge of a switchblade knife
There was a rumble down here tonite
And some punk didn't wanna play right
I'm gonna find that boy and end his life
At the rumble tomorrow night
(repeat chorus)
Frankenstein Girl
(Available on "...a real LIVE! Fuck Machine" CD, Studio version on the soon to be released "Jacksploitation!" CD, Alternate version available on Mosquito Hawk Records' "Hellnight Horr-o-rama" CD)
-Lyrics By: Rev
-Music By: The Jackalopes
(verse1)
It was a dark and stormy night
There were no stars in sight
It was a simple bolt of light
That brought my baby to life
Piece-meal was what she was
Close up you could hear the buzz
No one in this whole world
Will ever take my Frankenstein...
(chorus)
Frankenstein Girl
She was made to love me
Frankenstein Girl
She was built to hug me
Frankenstein Girl
She won't ever leave me
Frankenstein Girl
She loves to please me
(verse2)
Scars on face and bolts in neck
Made people a nervous wreck
So as to avoid the fright
I only take her out at night
When we go to the clubs
People point and laugh at us
Cuz' of her skunk streaked hair
But I don't fucking care
(repeat chorus)
(verse3)
When we're in bed at night
Under covers is a glowing light
When she went down on me
She turned into a sex machine
Sometimes she can be found
Wandering thru the town
No man is safe you see
But she always comes back home to me
(repeat chorus)
(outro)
...and you know that she's my Frankenstein
'til the end of time she's my girl!
Cielo '69
(available on "...a real LIVE! Fuck Machine" CD, Studio version on soon to be released "Jacksploitation!" CD)
-Lyrics by: Rev
-Music By: The Jackalopes
(verse1)
Death trip 1969 drivin' across the sand
Little black bus with a hat on top
And a little tiny man
All our hair is on his vest
That he wears with so much pride
Come on baby take a walk with us
We'll take a "doom-buggy" ride!
(chorus)
Come on down to Cielo Drive
We'll all have a great ol' time
Hack ev'rybody into little pieces
And throw 'em all outside
(verse2)
Spahn Ranch 1969 George is a good ol' man
Supermarket dumpster-dive and we won't have an empty hand
Sit around at night and play our songs
And talk about "the pit"
follow me down to the Chocolate River
We won't have to worry 'bout shit!
(repeat chorus)
(verse 3)
Summer of lovin' '69 let's all take a little trip
LSD and Mescaline ev'rybody take another hit
Cuz' this is when it hits the fan don't be left behind
Helter Skelter summer swelter I think I think I've lost my mind
(repeat chorus)
Creepy...
Crawl...
(repeat chorus)
(I Wanna) Beer Sandwich
(available on "...a real LIVE! Fuck Machine" CD, Studio version on "White Trash Monsters" 7" ep and the soon to be released "Jacksploitation!" CD)
-Lyrics by: Rev
-Music By: The Jackalopes
(verse 1)
Well I work hard ev'ry day
Slave and sweat for my pay
My hands are blistered and torn up
Just for you
So when that lunch-time whistle whines
And I break from this grind
There's only one thing that will pull me thru...
(chorus)
I wanna beer sandwich!
Wanna beer sandwich
I wanna Pabst Blue Ribbon sandwich
Wanna beer sandwich
(x2)
(verse2)
Well my wife thinks I'm an alky
And my boss says I am too
Cuz' I gotta get my noon-time brew to get me thru
And if it wasn't for her whinin'
Or my bosses damn slave drivin'
I wouldn't have to go to the bar to do what I do
(repeat chorus)
(verse3)
Well I drove up my tab at the bar
So now I drink in my car
A brown bag lunch with a 4% punch to go
And maybe sometimes it hurts
But I'm cuttin' back on desserts
Cuz' whiskey pie don't do nothin' for my gut
(repeat chorus)
1% Muthafucka
(available on "...a real LIVE! Fuck Machine CD, Studio version soon to be available on "A Fistful of Rock N' Roll Vol.9" compilation CD)
-Lyrics By:Rev
-Music By: The Jackalopes
(verse1)
Got my red wing patch
Bullet holes to match
Got a leather vest
With my club on back
I got a bottle of Jack
And for a midnight snack
I got yer mama's snatch
In a ziploc bag
(chorus)
They call me "Big Man on the Scene"
They call me "the M.C. King"
They call me a son-of-a bitch
They call me...
1%
Muthafucka (x3)
yeah...
(verse2)
So just step outta my path
Unless ya' wanna dirt nap
A "motopsycho" man
Is always on the warpath
Ya' better hide yer daughters
Lock yer whiskey down
Cuz' a shotgun blast full of 1% is comin' to your town!
(repeat chorus)
(repeat verse1)
(repeat chorus)
Goddamn Dirty Midgets
(available on "...a real LIVE! Fuck Machine" CD, Studio version on soon to be released "Jacksploitation!" CD)
-Lyrics By:Rev
-Music By: The Jackalopes
(verse1)
They're short
Funny lookin'
Kinda spooky
I'm bookin'
Can't fight it
Wanna toss 'em
Midget wrasslin'
Fuckin' awesome!
(chorus)
Goddamn dirty midgets give me bad dreams
Dirty fuckin' midgets scare the hell outta me
(verse2)
Midget porn
Is disgustin'
Can't stand
To watch 'em fuckin'
Knew a midget
She was a slut
She said she'd lick my friend's butt!
(repeat chorus)
(verse3)
Wizard of Oz
Disturbed my head
Made me look
Under the bed
The only ones
I can stand
Is Hank "The Angry Drunk Dwarf" and Bushwick Bill!
(repeat chorus)
Redneck Zombies
(available on "...a real LIVE! Fuck Machine" CD, studio version vailable on "White Trash Monsters" 7" ep, soon to be available on Eerie Records' "Horror House Comp. Vol. 2, " CD and "Jacksploitation!" CD)
-Lyrics By:Rev
-Music By: The Jackalopes
(verse1)
Well Troma Team does it again
"Redneck Zombies" on VHS
They dropped the can on Ferd Mert's land
Now Pappy and his boys have got a radiation tan
They been brewin' up some evil down the county line
Now Ellie May is slingin' Satan's moonshine
Those yuppie campers are in for a surprise
Stoned, drunk and trippin', gettin' zombie-fied
(chorus)
The whole damn town's been drinkin' green moonshine
Pappy's corn squeezin's that'll warp your mind
A mason jar full o' nuked white lightnin'
Redneck zombies got me mighty frightened
(verse2)
They got melted faces and eyes so black
Redneck zombies are on the attack
A good spray deoderant might knock 'em dead
If they haven't ate yer liver yet or ripped off yer head
You can run, you can hide, you can pray for remorse
You can drop a bunch of acid and play with a corpse
You can hope that this nightmare will very soon end
Just know that the South has risen again!
(repeat chorus)
Well there was only one left after that fatal night
And now she's in a padded room re-livin' the fright
She may never escape all the things that she saw
A zombie holocaust that was the government's fault
Most folks say it can't happen here
Just kick back in their chairs and crack another beer
Hit the rewind button on he VCR
And those redneck zombies will be comin' back for more!
(repeat chorus)
Motley Crew
(available on"...a real LIVE! Fuck Machine" CD, Studio version on soon to be released "Jacksploitation!" CD)
-Lyrics By:Rev
-Music By:The Jackalopes
(verse1)
I got my first KISS record when I was just a baby boy
And GI Joe was still a foot tall toy
And Lynyrd Skynyrd was the coolest band in the world
And I still thought Alice Cooper was a girl
Well my dad liked Zeppelin but I liked Donnie & Marie
And we both liked the Monkees and that's alright by me
Punk was happenin' a million miles away
And I didn't give a shit til' about the 3rd or 4th grade
Punk rock was cool but I was more into Motley Crue
Wasp, Twisted Sister, Quiet Riot and Stryper too
And to this day I'm a metal-head thru and thru
And it's still OK to do what I wanna do
(chorus)
Cuz I like Motley Crue
And the Dead Kennedys too
I like Anthrax
And I like Black Flag
I like Van Halen
And I worship GG Allin
GBH and the Exploited too
And I love a motley crew!
(verse2)
The Misfits, Samhain and Danzig were my life
That is until I found my wife
The Police, 7 Seconds, Social D. and Christian Death
JFA and Guns N' Roses in the very same breath
DRI and Suicidal will live forever
I need a musical stew of safety pins and leather
Skate punks, rude boys, goths and headbangers
Tryin' to put their music onto nice little hangers
Purists, poseurs, critics and fakers
Judgemental, simple minded, no sense makers
Sex Pistols or the Spice Girls it's all the same
People makin' music for money , fun or fame
(repeat chorus)
(band introduction)
(repeat chorus)
Drive-In Saturday Night
(Available on "White Trash Monsters" 7" ep and the soon to be released "Jacksploitation!" CD)
-Lyrics By-Rev
-Music By: The Jackalopes
(chorus)
Let's go way-o!
Out to the drive-in
O-way-o!
Out to the drive-in
Whoa let's go!
Drive-in Saturday night
(verse1)
"Attack of the Killer Bees"
My girl was on her knees
When we saw "Killer Klowns"
She was bouncin' up and down
In line at the concession stand
She held me in her hand
Down by the playground
We were swingin' round and round
(repeat chorus)
(repeat verse1)
(repeat chorus)
(bridge verse)
In the back of my truck
Six pack of Bud
Warm summer night
The screen was covered in blood...
...The whole place was swarmin' with bugs!
(repeat chorus)
Rotgut
(Available on "White Trash Monsters" 7" ep and the soon to be released "Jacksploitation!" CD)
-Lyrics By: Rev
-Music By: The Jackalopes
(verse1)
Well-a well-a my my my you been lookin' so good
But ya' never ever treat me like the way you should
Many many women coulda taken yer place
But if ya' bring me a beer I'll letcha sit on my face
(chorus)
Rotgut!
Your love is like whiskey
Rotgut!
Rotgut whiskey
Rotgut!
Goes down so smooth
Rotgut!
But in the mornin' you'll puke
(verse2)
Jerry Lee told me you been messin' around
For a trailer park 8-ball always goin' down
But ya' look so good baby from the behind
I could never give ya' up girl, always be mine
(repeat chorus)
(verse3)
Well a trailer park woman ain't never impressed
Unless ya' got a fancy car and you'll buy 'em a dress
So skip the whiskey women if ya' want yer life
Cuz' a love hang-over never makes a good wife
(repeat chorus)
The King of Beers
(Available exclusively on "White Trash Monsters" 7" ep)
-Lyrics By:Rev
-Music By:The Jackalopes
(verse)
Budweiser
Budweiser
Budweiser is the King of Beers (x2)
(chorus)
Bud bud Budweiser (x7)
B-U-D-W-E-I-S-E-R Whoa yeah!
(repeat verse)
Anheiser Busch, St. Louis, Missouri...
666 S. Apocalypse Ave.
(Available on the soon to be released "Jacksploitation!" CD)
-Lyrics By:Rev
-Music By:The Jackalopes
(verse1)
Is it true or is it false?
Ya' know she's got me by the balls
Pain in my head, pain in my heart
She's got the world up a'la carte
(chorus)
Six-Sixty-Six
South Apocalypse
Six-Sixty-Six
South Apocalypse Avenue (x2)
(verse2)
I met her on a Monday and
My heart stood still and so we ran
So far away, so far-away
And the she told me where we'd stay
(repeat chorus)
(verse3)
And I was born 12/29
Year of the Goat my mother whined
She saw it then you'll all see now
And Babylon will take her bow
(repeat chorus)
(verse4)
What did she mean? What did she say?
What did she mean? What did she say?
What did she say? What does that mean?
Where is she from? HELL!
What has she seen?
(repeat chorus)
Dirty Brown Duster
(Available on the soon to be released "Jacksploitation!" CD)
-Lyrics By:Rev
-Music By: The Jackalopes
(verse1)
He was the king on the street he didn't give a fuck
He had a dirty brown Duster not a pickup truck
He had them bungee cords holdin' on the front end
From ev'ry time when he started to spin
And he'd spin
Spinnin' round and round
(chorus)
He had a dirty brown Duster that's all he'd need
He had had a dirty brown duster from the 70's
He had a dirty brown Duster that was built for speed
He had a dirty brown Duster and a bag o' weed
(verse2)
He had a fuckin' slant 6 and some big ass shoes
Fake leather interior and the delta blues
He had them tight blue jeans and a mullet to match
Bon Jovi t-shirt little tiny mustache
Little baby mustache
(repeat chorus)
(verse3)
He always got the girls from the local high school
And in his midsized car they thought he was cool
'Til they found him dead at the bottom of a cliff
With his mama's bra and panties and his dick still stiff
His dick was stiff
Fucking rigid and stiff!
(repeat chorus)
Fat fuckin' sack o' weed!
Nitro Flesh Burnin' Funny Cars
(Unreleased)
-Lyrics By: Rev
-Music By: The Jackalopes
(verse1)
Rev 'em up son we're on a race track straight to Hell
Burn 'em off son make 'em smoke and watch 'em swell
A quarter mile strip haunted by the ghosts of dragsters past
Cum on let 'em rip kid we're gonna burn yer ass
(chorus)
Nitro flesh burnin' funny cars
Piloted by monsters from Mars
"Rat Fink" pit crews and "Beatnik Bandits"
Trophy girls with 18 tits
(verse2)
Light 'em up kid we're gonna blow their doors clean off
Quick off the start no room to be soft
No checkered flags steel and bodies get mangled
Fiberglass shells from the Bermuda Triangle
(repeat chorus)
(verse3)
Shrunken head on the rearview Devil's head on the dash
Racin' for your soul's pink slip and a bag of cash
Parachute on fire spinnin' out of control
"Cha-Cha" Muldowney's corpse beckons from below
(repeat chorus)
Pristine Fifteen
(Available on the soon to be released "Jacksploitation!" CD)
-Lyrics By-Rev
-Music By: The Jackalopes
(verse1)
Pigtails, pretty smile, short skirts and legs for miles
Black striped thigh highs, lookin' at her almost burned my eyes
No-one was lookn' or around, when I met her on the playground
(chorus)
She was
Pristine Fifteen
No one was lookin', I had to take her she was
Pristine Fifteen
I'll make her mine, this time because she's
Pristine Fifteen
She's just my type, just not quite ripe ya' know she's
Pristine Fifteen
Yeah...
(verse2)
Some say I'm sick
Some say I should be stopped
But you should see her when she's lickin' a lollipop
Some say it's wrong
Some say it's greed
But if it's old enough to bleed, then it's old enough for me
(Repeat Chorus)
(Verse3)
I asked her daddy for her hand
He punched me in the face and then the door slammed
I brought a ladder and some rope
Cuz I knew that we would have to elope
Her Daddy's gonna be mad and hopped up
When he finds his baby girl is knocked up
(repeat chorusx2)
Those Great Big...(Memories)
(Available on the soon to be released "Jacksploitation!" CD)
-Lyrics By: Rev
-Music By: The Jackalopes
(verse1)
Those eyes. those lips, that nose, those great big, whoa-whoa-o
Those legs, those thighs, that ass, those great big, whoa-whoa-o
I want to hold her close, those great big, whoa-whoa-o
Why'd she have to go those great big, whoa-whoa-o
(chorus)
Memories
Of Jayne
In my brain
She's gone forever
It's all gone red
It is my dread
She lost her head
She's gone forever
Why'd she go?
o-way-o
(verse2)
Those times we spent together goin', whoa-whoa-o
Goin' to the picture show, whoa-whoa-o
The pentagram she burned in my hand, whoa-whoa-o
I wanna wrap my arms around her, whoa-whoa-o
(repeat chorus)
(verse3)
I told her not to go that nite, whoa-whoa-o
I knew it in my bones, whoa-whoa-o
Somethin' bad was bound to happen, whoa-whoa-o
LOOKOUT!LOOKOUT!LOOKOUT!, whoa-whoa-o
(repeat chorus)
(spoken)
Diamonds scattered on dawn's highway bleeding, pavement cracks the starlett's fragile, egg-shell head...
(repeat chorus)
Born in the 70's (Livin' in the 50's)
(unreleased)
-Lyrics By:Rev
-Music By: The Jackalopes
(verse1)
Happy Days and Sha-Na-Na
Red lipstick and bullet bras
TV reruns without pause
Of Natalie and James without a cause
I cried the day that Elvis died
And Brando's where I learned 'bout pride
And Grease was the word all across the land
And Jayne Mansfield was the palm of my hand
(chorus)
And what's a boy to do?
I'm livin' in the 50's here with you
My 70's are a blur of memories
About the 50's
(verse2)
Missed the 60's but I don't care
I didn't have to deal with all that hair
The drugs were great but that's OK
Burroughs did 'em better in the 50's anyway!
When the 80's came I was still a kid
And look at what the Cramps and the Stray Cats did
The Outsiders, Rumble Fish and Stand By Me
What the hell was I supposed to be?!
(repeat chorus)
(verse3)
As I got a little older I tried and tried
I grew my hair, got drunk and high
But woe is me to my surprise
A hood is just a greaser in disguise
So this is how the story goes
I'm livin' in the 50's with a ring in my nose
A victim of society
But a man's gotta be what a man's gotta be!
(repeat chorus)
Good Clean Fun (Laundromat)
(unreleased)
-Lyrics By:Rev
-Music By:The Jackalopes
(Intro)
We could stand on the street corner
Or get a beer at the kwik-e mart
But the 24 hour laundry
Is where she stole my heart!
(verse)
Well in a little tiny town with nothin' to do
I found a great place for me and you
We'll kick back and watch the blue jeans spin
Throw another pair of panties in
See the overhead lights flickerin'
Well we'll write our names on the video games
We'll drink hot chocolate from the vending machines
We'll laugh at all the looneys we see there
With their dirty winter coats and their unwashed hair
Drop another quarter baby I don't care
We'll have some good clean fun in there!
(chorus)
Let's go to the laundromat
Hold my hand and stuff like that
We'll go to the laundromat
Smoke cigarettes and chew the fat
Let's go to the laundromat
Cuz' yer my girl and I'm yer cat
We'll go to the laundromat
And never, ever, ever, ever, ever come back!
(repeat verse)
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