WEDDING CAKE IN AMERICA

WEDDING CAKE

IN AMERICA

PARODY OF WIDE AWAKE IN AMERICA

FAD (LIVE)

A SORT OF HOMECOOKING (LIVE)

THE THREE CUPSIZES

LUNCH COMES FUMBLING

MAY 1985

WEDDING CAKE IN AMERICA x.

FAD (LIVE)

PARODY OF BAD

If you insist

And help prepare

If you tear more lettuce

In two again

If you could

Yes, I would

If you could I would

Make some more

Salad shooters

Set some plates

You know if I could

Grow these

Fresh vegetables in the yard

And keep the bugs away

Keep them all...

All away

That would be nice

Save me some pain

Save us some money

Have salad everyday

If I could

I’d stock the shelf

And quit eating meat

Throw old habits away

Make a break...

Break today

I just might...

I think I may

To let it go

And have salad everyday

To let it go

And have salad everyday

For our health’s sake

Our health’s sake

I’m not weeping

Oh, no, no, no

If you should laugh

Then maybe you’d like

To show me a better way

Our diet sucks

And that’s a fact

We eat like shit

And we’re getting fat

Just look at us

We’ve flabby collagen thighs

If I could...

You know I would

If I could...

I would

Start to grow…

This vegetation...

At this location...

Preparation...

Hesitation...

Indigestion...

Temptation....

Information...

Edification...

Let it grow

We’ll have salad everyday

So let it grow

Who needs meat anyway?!

So let it go

And we’ll have salad everyday

For our health’s sake

Our health’s sake

I’m not weeping

Oh, no, no, no

TRACK 1

LYRICS BY BONNEEAU

MUSIC BY UCHEW

A SORT OF

HOMECOOKING (LIVE)

PARODY OF A SORT OF HOMECOMING (LIVE)

And you know it’s time to eat

Mother has made a Thanksgiving feast

She’s been cooking since the morning

We’re called in the distance

And you’re hungry so that’s fine

You skipped lunch for dinnertime

And your stomach growls

In sweet anticipation

Oh, oh, oh...

To mother’s we shall run

For homecooked fare

For homecooked fare tonight

And you hope that it won’t be like last year

We are seated when the tables set

Seems for some reason Mother’s upset

See faces frown and then glumly

Offer assistance

And we give our thanks to the Lord

While the kids’ shoving & giggles are ignored

Disinterested

Inebriated

Mother can’t stand up on her own

Okay...somebody, somebody, somebody

Hide the wine!

Somebody, somebody, somebody

Hide the wine!

Oh, oh, oh...

And the food is overdone

To the kitchen we run

We all fight the fire back

Homecooked fare?

Try nightmare!

Tonight...

Let’s order in tonight

I believe we have no choice

But to soldier on

There’ll be food tonight...

Tonight

Okay...somebody, somebody, somebody

A menu find!

Somebody, somebody, somebody

A menu find!

The kitchen is black, charcoaled pine

Like a bomb-blast went off there

No one finds the words

Mom just screams…

Tonight, the menu on the fridge

We’ll order from the pizza man

Order a pie...leave Mom be

She will cry and sober up

Tonight

And as far as Thanksgivings go

Through the ages this family’s known

Though Mom cooked since morning

It wasn’t all that bad

So tomorrow Mom might weep

But tonight

At last

We loved being home

TRACK 2

LYRICS BY BONNEEAU

MUSIC BY UCHEW

THE THREE CUPSIZES

PARODY OF THE THREE SUNRISES

Hey, kid with the pricing gun

Fill me up

Coffee...black...

I've really gotta haul

Be here 'til I die

Don't care to wait

Soon I must be gone

This line's too long...long!

Too long...too long!

Hey, hey...

Long the grind

Grind on my way home

Line is too long...long!

Too, too long

Long line

Long line I see

Long line

Long line don't need

This line's too long...long!

Too long...too long!

Hey, hey...

Long the grind

Grind on my way home

This line's too long...long!

Too long...too long!

Long line I see

Bring me through this gas mart

I would buy you anything

I will give you a fiver

Long line

Long line I see

Long line

Long line don't need

TRACK 3

LYRICS BY BONNEEAU

MUSIC BY UCHEW

LUNCH COMES

FUMBLING

PARODY OF LOVE COMES TUMBLING

Lunch don't need to find you frayed

You mind your dismay

You forget that you can’t pay

And so I say that

Freeload, please, I’m a rock star

The deed unwilled

The spread compiled

For you, a sturgeon tried

Chide yourself with something else

Don’t mind yourself with me

I can’t gift you lunch again?

Lunch comes fumbling down again

Lunch don't need to find you frayed

You mind your dismay

You forget that you can’t pay

And so I say that

Freeload, please, I’m a rock star

TRACK 4

LYRICS BY BONNEEAU

MUSIC BY UCHEW

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