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Culled from his review page: http://www.markprindle.com/electricsix.htm (some shortened to fit)
Album no. 7 comin' in September!
Poll Results
| Option | Votes |
| You can laugh, you can cry/You can live you can die/Spend your days asking why/But you can't ignore my techno | 2 |
| She don't like it too hot/She don't like it too cold/ROOM TEMPERATURE!/ROOM TEMPERATURE! | 2 |
| 1 and 1 and 1 and 1 and 1 I'm pretty sure adds up to 5/Teenage alcoholics can be oh so entertaining when they drive! | 1 |
| If money talks, I'm a mime/If time is money, I'm out of time | 1 |
| It takes two to tango/We're partners in crime on the dance floor/Called America! | 1 |
| I was born a prisoner in your dungeon of flesh, oh yeah/Solitary confinement underneath your dress, oh yeah | 1 |
| I look in the mirror and I know I'm a man/I know she's a woman and she's looking for a man/We've got sex planned | 1 |
| Don't give me your religion or your U.S. government/I met my baby in the darkness of the night | 1 |
| Except for GBV and Devo/Nothing seems to redeem Ohio/It is the state that killed my love | 1 |
| We do what we do/We won't not do it/Our will is a wall/And you can't shoot through it! | 1 |
| Your star's about to shine/Your shit's about to blow/Everybody be like "Oh yay!"/Everybody be like "Woah | 0 |
| I shot/I scored/I put some points on the board/I slept/I snored/While you snuck around and whored | 0 |
| I met you on a Monday/It was Friday night/You were doing alright/'Cuz it was Saturday night | 0 |
| There's a man dressed up like a flaming queen and he's helping San Francisco fall in love! | 0 |
| Show me your sexy trash/But don't go making moves that agitate my rash | 0 |
| Britney Spears and David Beckham/Paris Hilton and Red Skelton | 0 |
| Ever since I met you, you were someone I knew | 0 |
| There are policemen with more sympathy/and paupers with more money than me... | 0 |
| Flashbulbs begin to pop/As I bitchslap my way to the top | 0 |
| Put your dirty love in a ball/And bounce it off me!/Push me up against the dirty wall/And squeeze it out of me! | 0 |
| Shake that tambourine!/Shake that shaker machine!/Shake it low and shake it high/Shakey! | 0 |
| She knows/Her designs on me are graphic/And she goes/Into work early to avoid traffic | 0 |
| And you were silenced for a moment/By my Peter, Paul and Mary box set last night | 0 |
| I'm done with law and order/Cause I'm one sick puppy/And if you want to see me/All you do is say "sup 'b" | 0 |
| I declare where there's a way, there's a will/And tell me have you ever seen "The Boys From Brazil?" | 0 |
| He won't apologise 'cos he's not sorry/He's the X-Box to your Atari/Look out here comes the flash! | 0 |
| In the event of a water landing/You can use my body as a flotation device | 0 |
| I didn't do anything last year/Except for dreaming of doing nothing this year | 0 |
| If you live in a plastic house, you'll never die in a fire/If you work in television, you're a fucking liar! | 0 |
| Should I be anticipatin' love? Or will you slap me with your bitch's glove? Hey! Ooooooh! | 0 |
| Did I make a mistake when I sang this song? Was my vox too sexy? Was my vox too strong? | 0 |
| I make lots of money, I make more money than you/I drive around in my limo, that's what I was born to do | 0 |
| Now who elected you judge and jury/In the body of a beautiful girl? | 0 |
| The lines are drawn, the orders are in/The dance commander's ready to sin | 0 |
| I've gotta to roll my sexy fingers through her Guatemalan hair/Somebody get me a map of Guatemala/I gotta go now | 0 |
| What a love this is/You gotta love what a love this is/Did I say you could look at me?/Quit looking at me! | 0 |
| I want to feel you/I want to be inside of you/I want to do everything to you/But I can't 'cos I'm on acid | 0 |
| Hey you!/I like you!/And there's something we can do/Let's roll around and make a baby! | 0 |
| I am the horror/And I am the knife!/And I got this jacket/Yeah I got this really cool leather jacket, babe | 0 |
| Mr. President, I don't like you/You don't know how to ROCK! | 0 |
| Are you ready for my FUCKING machine!? | 0 |
| Hey mister! Put a little mustard on that mustard! | 0 |
| Whisper in my ear all your culinary wishes/Next thing you know, you're washing the dishes | 0 |
| Remember when you told me that you wanna ride the rubber rocket? | 0 |
| I'm a woman-eating monster/With a suitcase full of fire | 0 |
| I gave you my heart, I gave you my soul/Now I'm just another number at the Center for Disease Control | 0 |
| ...Send it in a self-addressed stamped envelope to/P.O. Box 900, Los Angeles, California 90212 | 0 |
| You were just across the street/So I had to cross the street/To get to your side of the street | 0 |
| Hey celebrity who drives off a bridge in a car/Your beautiful body filling up with water | 0 |
| She says: 'The human population makes the perfect supply of food.'/You know, I tend to agree with you, baby | 0 |
― da croupier, Thursday, 15 July 2010 06:10 (fourteen years ago)
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