@ALBUM: Stinky Grooves Artist: Limbomaniacs 1990 In-Effect Records All selections by Limbomaniacs and Butthouse except as noted. ------------------------------------------------------------------ @SONG: Butt Funkin' Fe fi fo fum Tell me where do you come from? They call me Butthouse man 'Cause that's my name I'm a butt connoisseur and I have no shame I rate 'em on size and shape and such But the final test is the test of touch I'm a true blue pro no average joe I keep my eyes open everywhere I go So if you're talkin' 'bout chicks and what they got down below Just ask 'ole House 'cause I'm in the know CHORUS Butt-butt funkin' Butt-butt funkin' When butts are headed in my direction I slip around back for a closer inspection I size them all up with no sign of detection And I swoop on in and I make a selection Some big some small some ain't quite round Some as big as me nearly pound for pound Some smooth as silk with no sign of wear And some got pimples and some got hair CHORUS Shout it out, sing about I just can't live without Wigglin' jigglin' butts in my living room Long pants and short pants They're best when in no pants I'm in the mood for a stinky string romance Fe fi fo fum Tell me where do you come from? There's nothing so fine and nothing so fair As a hot sticky thing with a tight derriere Let me tell you 'bout my trip to the south of France The women down there they never wear pants By hook by crook or happenstance I'll be headed back just give me half a chance When I'm lying on the beach I couldn't help but stare At all the merchandise the girls had laid bare Lying on my front so no one could see Those bare bottom bitches put a boner on me CHORUS ------------------------------------------------------------- @SONG: Maniac It's an overdose for most a shot in the brain Blows your mind like the winds of a hurricane Put you hands to your head to stop the pain And hear a scream louder than a freight train Street sounds merry-go-rounds So up-tight while your mind is windin' down Toss and turn on aa sea of tranquility Crimes of insanity-how many guilty? I can see their blank and dull faces Another episode of how the human race is Sick to death have we lost our senses? I'm mad as hell and I'm not gonna take this They gave you the shaft and you know where they stuck it It's pay back man your head's in a bucket Pull it out look about what am I sayin'? This a pleaa this is no bargain Junkies for TV live in soap opera sitcoms They're cop-outs for dropouts and no minded morons See it you can be it and so it goes on and on Livin' the good life singin' a swan song Hear the news blues pick and choose Try and understand you get more confused Pull the plug it's too much information 24 hours 5 million stations Check it out we've got to change this reel The more we see the less we feel Compassionate passion it's so easy to fake it I'm mad as hell and I'm not gonna take it Payin' dues sellin' shoes Always complainin' and prayin' and sayin', "So what's the use?" It's a zoo the animals are me and you Turnin' tricks jumpin' through a point of view Like change so fantastic More street homes for more and more spastics Outside it's a turning tide And so you learn there's no where no way to turn Back from behind the window Get a dose takin' in the freak show Find the ugly truth that is wisdom A home is a castle a castle can be your prison Anger is your reaction You can use it to take action No time you whine your line is so basic I'm mad as hell and I'm not gonna take it ------------------------------------------------------------------------ @SONG: Freestyle Feet high up in the air get your feet high up in the air Feet high up in the air get your feet high up in the air Freestyle My mind is reelin' I got a funny feelin' Sayin' this ain't the place to be I'm workin' nine to five I got stay alive Singin' no easy way to be free I want to take a stand want a brand new plan Got a heart felt sympathy I bust out of my cage I'm in an animal rage Cut me loose don't mess with me CHORUS Feet high up in the air get your feet high up in the air Steppin' in time to the rhythm of the rhyme You go for yours I'll go for mine Lookin' for a reason out of reasoning season And I'm lookin' for a piece of mind The clean cut chimps party hearty pimps Want to show me how to waste my time I've got a groove to move a groovy point to prove Give a listen to my rhythm and rhyme Where there's a will and a way I hear it everyday It's a beat of a different kind CHORUS cut loose the blues make it wild and loose You can do anything you choose Can't hold me back I'm fully strapped Light years out ahead of the pack No same old thing I'm a loaded spring I got the power I can do anythng So plain to see freestylin' is for me CHORUS -------------------------------------------------------- @SONG: Porno I watch porno in the day I watch porno at night I'm a terminal case and I love my plight Some say I'm sick I say I'm alright All I do is fess up while they keep it out of sight It's my own religion my own kind of heaven Big ole schlongs goin' into little women All for me to see on the color screen Bonerville, Arizona, you know what I mean CHORUS I need porno I need porno Magazines yeah you know I've got 'em Full'a young naked women with young naked bottoms My name is House the albino mouse I always read Penthouse never read Proust I got every single issue of Bondage Quarterly All but one of Gay Night Orderlies I read the best I read the rest and now I confess I got a life subscription to Enema Digest CHORUS I'm not afraid to admit to my addiction I like to watch two people use friction Big black Mama Jama or Ginger Lynn I like to watch it go in and out again On the video fast or slow-mo I can unwind to a good porno show My girlfriend she gets so uptight When I call her and I tell her it's porno night CHORUS ----------------------------------------------------------- @SONG: Shake It Trix for kicks hip to the mix Posin' for pics chewin' chew with the hick chicks Fun is a gang bang I'm doin' the wild thing Boffin' and aa bruisin' in the back of a Mustang With style and finesse I'm never second best Drink beer for breakfast pass any piss test Mai Tai's no tie dyes I don't red by candles I don't wear beads or Burkenstock sandles I'm loud and rude dirty and crude Talkin' to you with a mouth full of food Stayin' up all night makin' noise so illegal Got your high power Trower playin' "Day of the Eagle" I'll sing like Sinatra go croonin' like Como Laugh non stop watchin' Abbott and Costello Make you move to the groove when I'm up to the bat Because I like to see you shake it when you shake it like that CHORUS I like to see you shake it when you shake it like that I'll make it clear I'll make it understood I like layin' by the fire with the burnin' firewood With a girl on a bear skin like that's all she's wearin' Tellin' me all the things that I want to be hearin' Like come on come over let's break a sweat I'll rock you so hard on that you can bet I'll make a mountain move and put a smile on your face I'll make your body quiver all over the place Because I'll be your little play thing dance in a g-string Give you the good stuff go till you get enough Take you so high you'll never want to say when And then we'll take ten and do it over again Yeah that's the kind of offer that I can't refuse I'm a man with a mission and no other excuse So when we're doin' the do and she purrs like a cat I say I like to see you shake it when you shake it like that CHORUS I'm like Jessie James I don't play games I might stumble and mumble but I don't drop names Cool like a six pack two speed with a kick back Smooth as a felt hat wild as a wombat Toppin' the roster like Roger Decoster Bring your girl to my party you can bet that you lost her 'Cause I'll rap a fast style and I make it stick And all the girls can tell you my tongue is quick I rev it to the red line to get to the good tiime The pedal's to the metal won't slow for the stop sign green is for go I'm pullin' all the stops Can't fake it won't take it push it over the top Two kinds of people and I know them well Those who go with the flow and those who think for themselves So bust it make a move now you're on the attack I like to see you shake it when you shake it like that CHORUS -------------------------------------------------------------------- @SONG: That's the Way We did it in the kitchen and we did it in the hall I got some on my finger and I wiped in on the wall We did it on the lawan and we did it on the roof You know I got the pictures if you want to see the proof CHORUS That's the way I like it like that First it was bananas and then it was a pear And then I tried a cantaloup but it wouldn't fit in there Then it was a vacuum and we both began to shout I turned it on and got it stuck I couldn't get it out I went out to the shed and I got a two-by-four She knew what I was thinkin' she was runnin' for that door I said I wouldn't hurt her 'Cause that ain't my kind of scene I said it with a grin and I got the vaseline CHORUS That's the way Soometimes I just like to lay your body down CHORUS ---------------------------------------------------------------------- @SONG: The Toilet's Flooded (Cobwebz/Bosco) CHORUS The toilet's flooded, the load won't fit The toilet's flooded with the great big shit The toilet's flooded, the load won't fit The toilet's flooded with the great big shit There was this dude his name was Ted He just stopped over and he said, "I'd go outside if I had to pee But I got a big ole doo-doo inside of me." He disappeared, but he wasn't gone long We finished lunch he was still in the john We didn't have a clue 'cause he didn't cut a fart But what he left in my bowl was a work of art CHORUS We all went in to take a peek What happened next knocked us right off our feet It jumped out of the john, it jumped out of the bowl It had no morals, it had no soul It slimed around our carpet like a mud-colored slug It left a foul-smelling trail that soiled the rug I went to get a baseball bat to kill that thing But it zapped around the house like brown lightning CHORUS He took a record dump known across the nation Now we gotta use the service station CHORUS --------------------------------------------------------------- @SONG: Pavlov's Frothing Dogs Out of sight is out of mind The distant past is a shift in time It's a new location it's the same old line Official position is a nursery rhyme The missing link is the mother lode They cross cut culture on computer codes With mellow-drama for tired eyes Who's sleeping late in paradise There's no denying the thing's I've seen On the great almighty TV screen A world obsessed with image and fashion Looking good feeling no passion Money is power greed is the sixth sense What's for sale I say what's the difference Holy wars and world-wide famine And everybody else has given up understanding Why who wants to know? They don't want to miss their favorite show So hypnotized by the lies cut you down to size You got something to say all yo can do is try ----------------------------------------------------- DON'T BLAME ME... ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Eric Wincentsen "Greetings from the Humungous- 267@ef.gc.maricopa.edu The Lord Humungous!" Glendale Community College, -The Road Warrior Glendale, Arizona ------------------------------------------------------------------------ I DIDN'T VOTE FOR SLICK WILLY!