Big D and the Kids Table

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Lyrics to Tommy :
(Jesus James Chesterson)

Tommy Shea

Tommy Shea

Now Tommy Shea was just 22 years old
Sketchy lanky blonde brave and bold
He walked the strip of Newbury Street in Boston
He never noticed me cause I was a kid and only 10 now
He used to skank it up like I never ever saw
That Tommy kid yeah he really had really fucking had it all
Black boots flak jacket shaved head and all
That kid was a wrecking shop
Yeah he was a fucking wall

Remember when Tommy used to say
Oi Oi
Remember when Tommy used to scream
Oi Oi

I throw my Pac-Man shirt on (I throw my Pac-Man shirt on)
My cordoroys and my velcro on my feet
Because I never knew what was going on (what's going on)
Until I found Boston's own Middle East
Because upstairs downstairs I didn't give a care
I was happy just hearing all the ska blare
A funny thing a thing that made me just so fat so
In 82 I guess it's worth it to take a look back

Remember when Tommy used to say
Oi Oi
Remember when Tommy used to scream
Oi Oi

[Chorus:]

Tommy kicked ass in 82
He kicked ass in 82
Tommy kicked ass in 82
That's right he kicked ass in 82

Hey Tommy where did you go
I wanna find you to let you know
This sketchy song is just for you
I'm not kidding I really wanna find you
Hey Tommy where did you go
I wanna find you to let you know
This sketchy song is just for you
I'm not kidding I used to wanna be like you

Remember when Tommy used to say
Oi Oi
Remember when Tommy used to scream
Oi Oi

[Chorus]

Tommy kicking ass I said in 82 well all right now
I said he kicked ass in 82 that's right
I said he kicked ass in 82 come on
I said he kicked ass in eighty-ty eighty-ty two

Lyrics to Stringers :
When we're driving to the local bar
On the radio's the latest pop

Can you turn it off

When we're walking by the local shops
On the tele is that polished pop
The silly singer is like a striper
A dancing baby doll American girl

Please can you turn it off
Just turn it off

Don't want to hear no stringer - Oh no
Just play SKA, Punk or Rock 'n' Roll radio
Don't want to hear no Stringer - Hell No
We want to here something cool in our stereo

Is that too much, too much to ask? No!
Put some coinage in that jukebox
Scroll around and cue up my tunes
We grab the table in the way back
First round of botteld beer will be here soon
Sort with the waitress shots of whiskey
She dissaperars in the crowded room
That's when we here something tastless
The silly pop stars single starts to boom

Lyrics to My Buddy's Back :
My buddy's back from that wicked long war
I can't wait to tell him that I finally did score
He wrote he's old enough to finally buy us beer
My buddy's back and I want the world to hear

My buddy's back, hope he still likes tipping cows
Hope he still digs playing Maiden loud
I watched his girlfriend, when he saw me he said, "Thanks"
I washed his chonies and they were crazy, crazy rank

My buddy's back
My buddy's back
My buddy's back from that wicked long war

He'll do his Kung Fu on the bullies down the street
I'll explain with a license you can have weed
Show him all the new movies that came out
Explain they redo all the cool ones (and they all suck)

Band's back together, he's our singer and he'll shout (Raw)
We play in my dad's garage on Wednesdays (Come check us out)
I can't believe my best buddy is back
Because he rejoined our guild on the World of Warcraft

And at the airport I brought him a beer,
His dog, his mom, his car,
His girl, a hot pizza and our weird buddy Rob (what's up?)

My buddy's back
My buddy's back
My buddy's back from that wicked long war
My buddy's back
My buddy's back
My buddy's back from that wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked long war
Yeah, that crazy, crazy war
Ah, that crazy, crazy war
Yeah, that crazy, crazy war

Maybe his mom will stop coming by
She makes me pancakes, hot dogs and apple pie
I'll finally get to stop walking his mean dog
But he ain't getting back his '70 Dodge Dart

His sister's now my girl, over the summer she got cute
If you let me date her, when I see you I'll salute
I know he won't dig the ending of Lost
But he'll laugh that our bass player Rob is now a cop (what's up?)

My buddy's back
My buddy's back
My buddy's back from that wicked long war
My buddy's back
My buddy's back
My buddy's back from that wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked long war
Yeah, that crazy, crazy war
Ah, that crazy, crazy war
Yeah, that crazy, crazy war

My buddy's back from that wicked long war
We're all so happy you can hear my town roar
But every night I'll be staring at the shore
Because there's still one more buddy that I'm waiting for

Lyrics to Brain's-a-bomb :
Parking ticket - brain's a bomb
Lover cheated - brain's a bomb
Friends gossip - brain's a bomb
Roommates suck - brain's a bomb
Broke, broke - brain's a bomb

Car broke down - brain's a bomb
Parents pissed - brain's a bomb
Rent due - brain's a bomb
Violent police - brain's a bomb
Brains a bomb, brain's a bomb

Every time I think I'm doing better,
Someone or something just fucks it all up,
Knocks me back, so I gotta catch up
Endless companies, stealing from me, lying to me
They don't care, no one cares,
I swear if they don't change, if the world doesn't change,
If they won't even let me help it change
I'm just gonna, I'm just gonna ahh

Brain's a bomb
Can't get a job - brain's a bomb
Denied health care - brain's a bomb
GOP lies - brain's a bomb
Religious brain washing - brain's a bomb
Prejudiced world - brain's a bomb

Homophobia - brain's a bomb
Pro-life eat meat - brain's a bomb
No one will evolve - brain's a bomb
World is evil - brain's a bomb
Greed, greed, greed, greed, greed

Everyone on top, the rich, the politicians, religious leaders, conservatives,
All corrupt, liars, actors, professional thieves
All steal from the lower class, the hard working middle class,
They preach but - they hate
They preach but - they kill
I swear if they don't change, if the world doesn't change,
If they won't even let me help it change
I'm just gonna, I'm just gonna ahh

I am slowly and secretly planting dynamite around my own head
And if this world does not shape up
I swear that I will detonate it

My brain is a bomb, my brain, my brain's a bomb
Yes my brain, my brain it is a bomb

Lyrics to Rotten :
What makes you think you can do the things you do?
Leave me at the party, with no ride, now I'm screwed
Borrow money from me when I need it and I'm broke
And when I ask for it back you make me feel like I'm a joke
Making out with other people's property you porno loose
You can only be happy wearing other people's shoes
I think that you need to quarantine
Scrub your mind and your body until you're finally clean

Because...
Everything you say yah, is completely rotten
Everything you think yah, is completely rotten
You're rotten, you're rotten, rotten through and through
I'd rather be me than a rotten lucky you

You screw your best friends any chance that you get
You're better my enemy, because friendship you don't get
Chump on the bills, but you always got the cash
How was my beer, when you took to get smashed
I'm boiling over, I'm boiling over, I'm boiling over yah
You're stool no longer saved by me at the bar
Things are clear now; I know exactly what to do
I'd rather be me than a rotten lucky you

Yah, you're rotten
Yah, completely rotten
From your brain to your body, you're rotten through and through
And I'd rather be alone than a rotten lucky you

Lyrics to Best Of Them All :
And when your girl's shit father won't leave you alone
Saying you ain't got the heart and you ain't got the soul,
After working all day, overtime and some more,
Just say, “I'm clocking out and heading to the bar”

And when the dept collectors won't stop with the calls
And your heat and your phone have been shut off
And your girl's looking stressed and mighty raw
Tell her, “We're clocking out and heading to the bar”

And we'll all spin around, spin around and again
No the lousy booze ain't just family, they're a trusted friend
And if your life ain't fair just toast and sing
Oi, cheers to us, we're the best of the all

We all need to breathe, drinks are on me
So drink on, drink on

And when they lay you off from your lousy job,
After five years, saying you did something wrong
And the CEO is at the end of the bar
Just scream, “Hey Prick, best get out of my bar”

And when your sister's ex-boyfriend,
The one who cheated a lot,
Is smirking and laughing leaning on that bar
And your girlfriend says you don't have to behave at all
Just scream, “Hey Prick, best get out of my bar”

Stay young, stay strong
Because we're the ones, yah we're the ones

Because it's one, two, three
Knock them back with me
And drink on

Lyrics to Modern American Gypsy :
Modern
The modern American gypsy
Bruised, battered, but free
Start today

Some of us are born to not assimilate at all
That's what I was thinking with you against the bar
Brace yourself
Brace yourself for a true, long life

There's nothing they can take or sell me
That I won't always have with me
The world's enough
The world's enough for us who believe

First I'm gonna sell everything I see in sight
The modern day slave is a gypsy overnight
Free yourself
Free yourself from their lies

You get one life
Then drink with God
A juicy life
I bend my odds
It's my right
I dare you to take from, from me

No you're never gonna see it all
If you crawl
And there's no more time to stall
And you know you can't deny the call
Your call

Lyrics to Clothes Off :
Eight bucks and a PBR, a rude boy knows the score
Lay me down the tap and let the fun juice pour
One shot, two shot, three shot, floor
I think I fell in love with you
When you dragged me out the door

Where the hell's our mates man?
Man I don't know
Where's your bag and hat?
What is going on?

You helped me take all of my clothes off
Yah I love you, yah I really do
You cleaned up all my throw up
You saved me when my mind was mush
What a nice thing to do

Everybody's fucked off
But no not you
Do you really need some help boy?
Yah, I think I do

You helped me take all of my clothes off
Yah I love you, yah I really do
You saved me when my mind was mush
What I nice thing to do

Screaming at a base head rude boy gets stabbed
That's when you jumped in, touch your man and you get mad
One punch, two punch, three punch, slab
I think I fell in love with you when you threw me in a cab

Where the hell's your mates man?
We were drinking at the show
Where are they now?
Man I don't know

Lyrics to Walls :
Well let's do this!
Go on and set it up!

Every time I think of you I really wanna blow chunks
Yah and every time I see you, yah I think I'm going nuts
Their catty stuck up ways, you know they make my life double tough
And the way you make me feel like a worthless fuck

Without them I know that I'm a better me
Can you hear me, can you hear me?
Without them I know I'm a better me
Can you hear me?

Stepping out to knock the walls of you down
Stepping out
Stepping out to knock the walls of you down
Knock them down

Oi, Yah
Break them down so I can be free
I'm gonna save whatever's left of me

Every time you see me, yah, you always make a silly fuss
So pumped that I ain't with you, yah, I always listen to my gut
I'm sorry that your life is boring, yah, sure it must be wicked tough
But man life is great now, I ain't your lap dog mutt