Build Me A Bomb
Cabbage Patch Kids
The Office Cowboy
Fishes
McPsycho
Hail To The  Bonzo King
Tyrannasaur
Two-Headed Elvis

Build me a bomb
Bigger and bigger
A pound of Uranium is only the trigger
My own private bomb
That I built myself
With parts I bought in the Radio Shack
Right off the shelf

Don't want to miss it boy
Nothing to fear-o
Look out the window, your backyard is ground zero
You'll never get another chance
Grab yourself a lover
Do it 'til you vaporize
No time to duck and cover

Build me a bomb
Brighter and stronger
Waiting for that Judgement Day, won’t have to wait much longer
My own private bomb
That I built myself
With parts I bought at Radio Shack
Right off the shelf

Marketing genius brings the Christmas spirit  (E)
You'll have to fight Granny if you want to get near it  (E)
The crowd's looking mean but there's no need to fear it  (A)
Marketing genius brings the Christmas spirit  (E)
You'd better be tough and get your checkbook ready  (B)
They're over in the aisle somewhere next to Teddy (A/E)

     Cabbage Patch Kids...better babies you will never buy
     Cabbage Patch Kids...they don't spit up and they never whine
     Cabbage Patch Kids...it's as easy as that
     They won't give you stretch marks, and they won't make you fat
     You won't need a sitter when you want to go out
     Just throw them in the closet when you leave the house

Jeanie's got a baby with papers and all
Her mother broke an arm to get it home from the mall
Two-hundred bucks, and it's only a doll
Jeanie's got a baby, with papers and all
Better get one now because your kids will adore
This holiday gift designed to leave you poor

     Cabbage Patch Kids...

What do you think that they will give us next?
Some Cabbage Patch rubbers, for some Cabbage Patch Sex?
Adoptable fleas for your adoptable pets?
What do you think that they will give us next?
Take out a loan before your kids start to scream
For designer pairs of little Cabbage Patch Jeans!

I'm xeroxing my love and faxing it to you  (G/D)
The postage meter's broke and the Fed-Ex can't get through  (C/G)
I'm going to a round-up, in the steno pool (A/C)
Stop to read this memo  (A)
I'm an office cowboy fool  (C/D/G)

A staple in the thumb, doesn't hurt me 'cause I'm tough
Headaches are for sissies, and so are paper cuts
I never take a sick day, I follow every rule
Stop to read this memo
I'm an office cowboy fool

I have a hat that looks like something John Wayne might wear (Em)
My belt is made of imitation leather  (C)
I saw a real live horse once when I went to the county fair (Em)
There's a picture of a cactus on my sweater (A/D)

I sharpen all my pencils, I never make a mess
The time clock keeps me honest as I ride along my desk
I never tale a sick day; I follow every rule
Stop to read this memo
I'm an office cowboy fool

Well they're all driving Porsches at the bottom of the ocean  (A/B)
They like to honk their horns, it's an underwater notion  (A/B)
That you've got to make some noise with this type of locomotion (A/B)
Because there ain't no roads at the bottom of the ocean  (A/B)

(A/B/C#/D/E)
But it really doesn't matter, because they do what they want
So what the Fuck!

They don't wear any clothes at the bottom of the sea
Swimming in those schools there's no need for modesty
If they feel like dressing up they can wrap themselves in seaweed
Yeah, they don't wear any clothes at the bottom of the sea

But it really doesn't matter, 'cause who wants to wear wet clothes
So what the Fuck!

Well they ain't got no religion underneath the waves
'cause at the bottom of the ocean, not even Jesus saves
Besides, their gills are working overtime. they've got no time for praying
Yeah they don't have no religion underneath the wave

But it really doesn’t matter when you understand the food chain
So what the fuck?

Four o'clock, ethnic bustle  (D/Am)
Multi-burgered fast food hustle
You stand in line all set to order
Down by the San Y'sidro border
A pistol shot, staccato burst
He shoots the wife and children first
You realize as the bullets zing
You should have gone to Burger King

     Hold the pickles; hold the lettuce  (G/D)
     Three-gun James has come to get us   (C/D)
     A break today is what you win   (G/D)
     From the big man with the twisted grin (C/D/G)

You drop in for a chocolate shake
We'll see you later at the wake
Or work here for a poor man's wage
We'll read it on the o-bit page
You kids you won't reach puberty
'cause here comes Mr. Huberty
His shotgun pellets drop the cook
So Mrs. H. can write her book

     Hold the pickles, hold the lettuce
     Why let these little things upset us
     You deserve a break, for real
     So settle down; enjoy your meal

How 'bout a game of twenty-one
The man screams as he wastes your son
The diners drop off one...two...three
He takes them out methodically
Best grab your Happy Meal and run
Before the freak reloads his gun
It's to late when the Reaper marches
Underneath the Golden Arches
What set the madman's brain to tickin'
A Quarter Pounder, or McChicken?
Did he know that he would be
The McPsycho of the century

     Hold the pickles, hold the lettuce
     What did this whole adventure net us?
     A break that nobody deserved
     From the land of forty-billion served

Make my day, the actor said, the hotline in his hands  (D/A/G-G/A/D)
He wants to flex his Pershing-Twos, and smile for his fans (D/A/G-G/A/D)
He kisses Nance and goes to bed (C/A/D)
Crazy thoughts race through his head (C/A/D)
The tide is turning; Reds are burning (D/A/G)
Piled heaps of Russian dead (C/A/D)
What was it the actor said? (G/A/D)

     He's the Bonzo King of Washington  (G/D)
     He'll laugh and joke about anything  (G/D)
     His B grade movies might be fun  (G/D)
     If Hinkley'd used a bigger gun (C/A/D)
   If Hinkley'd used a bigger gun (G/A/D)

Well do away with lunch in school; his latest inspiration
This program is a Marxist tool; it could destroy the nation
He kisses Nance and stands up straight
Tells our country of it's fate
Raise tuition, malnutrition
Hungry kids who haven't ate
He wants to make our country great

     He's the Bonzo King of Washington...

Don't worry about the deficit, don't ask me what I'm spending
Those liberals try to stir up shit; their crap is never ending
So Nancy helps him with his tie
He stands up straight and tells a lie
Crafty scam, deals with Iran
We'd all be happy if he died

     He's the Bonzo King of Washington...

Seven tons of bone and muscle  (E/D)
Armored skin and razor claws  (E/B)
Master of the ancient jungle
Ruling all with massive jaws
Nothing on the food-chain higher
Carnivore extrordanaire
Built for ultimate survival
Fueled by instinct, unaware
That nature soon would come unraveled
A million years would be erased
So, was the ice responsable
Or did it come from outer space?

Seven tons of bone and muscle
Gone now just a memory
An imprint now, an ancient fossil
Purpose lost to history

I'm not safe on the street  (Am)
I need somewhere to hide   (G)
Far away from Memphis where they say the monster died  (F/E)
And everyone I meet  (Am)
Can see it in my eyes (G)
Something's got me on the run  (F)
Running for my life (E)

     'Cause I'm being chased by a two-headed Elvis  (C/G/Am)
     The thin one is ok, but the Fat one, I don't trust (C/G/Am)
     Help me get away from the Two-Headed Elvis  (C/G/Am)
     Prisilla and the Coloniel think I'm nuts  (F/G/Am)

Viva Las Vegas
I was standing at the slots
When the demon in the jumpsuit, jumped up and shook his crotch
Now, I didn't have no garlic, or a handy wooden stake
Just a half a roll of quarters
To cover my escape

     Yeah, I'm being chased by the Two-Headed Elvis
     The Thin one's not so bad, but the Fat one is insane
     Help me get away from the Two-Headed Elvis
     He's hungry and I think he wants my brain

I killed the Liberace
With a silver bullet through
His evil heart (which came apart), it wasn't hard to do
Sent back to the pits of Hell, I put him in his place
But still there's one more creature
That I know I'll have to face

     'Cause I'm being chased by the Two-Headed Elvis...