1. |
Plain White Square
02:42
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Plain White Square (Words and Music ©1992 by Dean Bonzani)
Life in the city's too exciting
I wish that it could be a bore
Just when I think I'm going crazy
My plain white square walks through the door
You weren't there, now you're there
Love you, love you my plain white square
You weren't there, now you're there
Love you my plain white square
You weren't there, now you're there
Love you, love you, love you my plain white square
You weren't there, now you're there
Love you, love you my plain white square
How I wish you'd be my panda
Oh, won't you be my honey bear
I want to read you your Mirandas
I love you just because you're there
You weren't there, now you're there
Love you, love you, love you my plain white square
You weren't there, now you're there
Love you, love you my plain white square
Aaaaaaaah Aaaaaaaaaah Aaaaaaaaaaah plain white square
Aaaaaaaah Aaaaaaaaaah Aaaaaaaaaaah plain white square
Aaaaaaaah Aaaaaaaaaah Aaaaaaaaaaah plain white square
Aaaaaaaah Aaaaaaaaaah Aaaaaaaaaaah plaine white square
I love the way you make me stupid
I love the way you make me numb
I want to dress you up like Cupid
I love it when you act so dumb...
You weren't there, now you're there
Love you, love you my plain white square
You weren't there, now you're there
Love you, love you, love you my plain white square
You weren't there, now you're there
Love you my plain white square
You weren't there, now you're there
Love you, love you my plain white square
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2. |
Bruce Is Not A Human
04:41
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Bruce Is Not A Human
(music and words by Dean Bonzani, copyright 1982)
Bruce is not a human
He's an overstuffed, remote-controlled teddy bear
Never mind his vacant stare
'Cause you know there's nothing going on in there
Bruce is quite complacent
He doesn't know what's happening
He cannot smell the scent of fear
And that's what makes him happy
AND
Bruce is not a human
Bruce is not a human
Bruce is not a human
Bruce is not a human
Bruce is not a human
He's been kept in a box with an airtight lid
He doesn't know what truth is
His mind is filled with Cheez Whiz™
And his parents made him that way
And they're very proud of him
BUT
Bruce is not a human
Bruce is not a human
Bruce is not a human
Bruce is not a human
He will put him in the closet
We will keep him in the pantry
There he will be very happy
There he will be fine and dandy
Bruce is not a human
And we don't know what he is
He's not a human
And we don't know what he is
He's not a human
And we don't know what he is
He's not a human
And we don't know what he IS
WE DON'T KNOW WHAT HE IS
WE DON'T KNOW WHAT HE IS
WE DON'T KNOW WHAT HE IS
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3. |
Don't Cry, Al
04:24
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Don't Cry, Al (words & music ©1998 by Dean Bonzani)
Don't cry, Al
You can never tell
When the wiles of Uncertainty
Will tip your hand
All is well
Yeah, all is really well
You just need to get naked in some daisies
When your thoughts begin to swell
Grab your coat and hat
Box up Schrödinger's cat
Time to run down to the corner
For some tasty, frozen fruit-flavoured fat
All that dusty chalk
And all that brainy talk
Makes you want to walk
Toward strawberry ice cream
What'd you tell your mom?
Those were your equations in the bomb
I'll bet she was pissed off at you
For more than a week
Time doesn't matter
And these matters take time
Time to matter
Oh, it's time to take some time
When you've had your ration
Of reason and equations
It's good to soothe your passions
With frosty pink libations
Sometimes all you want
Sometimes all you want
Sometimes all you want
Is strawberry ice cream
What'd you tell your mom?
Those were your equations in the bomb
I'll bet she was pissed off at you
For more than a week
Don't cry, Al
Don't cry, Al
The weight of your shoulders
Is on the world
Sometimes it's all you want
Sometimes it's all you want
Sometimes it's all you want
Sometimes
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4. |
Pint Sized Riot
03:13
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Pint Sized Riot (words and music copyright 2002 by Dean Bonzani)
This is not a circus act
We may be little but we'll kick your ass
Mayhem's our product and you're going to buy it
We're starting a pint sized riot!
This bozo bus is all over the road
Our fuses are short, we're gonna explode
We're a force of nature and you can't deny it
We're starting a pint sized riot!
Pack up the clown car, it's time to ROCK!
We're small and nasty and acting up
The milk of loving kindness isn't in our diet
We're starting a pint sized riot!
Look at us wrong and we'll bite your shins
We'd pop you in the puss if we could reach your chin
Don't you laugh before you get to try it
We're starting a pint sized riot!
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5. |
Gorby and Cherney
03:53
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Gorby and Cherney
(music and lyrics by Dean Bonzani, copyright 2003)
Here comes some big big juju
I can feel it through the floor
Yeah, it really gets you moving
Like an electric rubber chicken
I was saving my passion for a rainy day
But I guess I'll have to splurge
My bones seem to have a life of their own
And who am I to fight the urge
The urge
The urge
Oooooo, the urge
Feel like I'm under a microscope
Look up, and there's a great big eye
Criminy, officer— I'm just a citizen
Not a video or some kind of criminal
There's an eight-legged horse under an ashen sky
And I guess there's more where that came from
In Russia, they're growing pigs with no eyes
Them and me, we're just two of a kind
Two of a kind
Yeah, two of a kind
Big ears, and stone blind
Blind, I tell you. Blind.
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6. |
Monkey Biscuit
07:28
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Monkey Biscuit
(words and music copyright 2003 by Dean Bonzani)
I'm really glad to meetcha
I'm really glad I metcha
You shake hands like an octopus
You smile like a placenta
There's a smell in the room and it's making me quiver
Like a jelly on a shingle
Like amoebas in my liver
Is it me, or did it really get dark in here
There's a greasy little button on my primitive fear
There's a twitchy little finger that's just aching to push it
And it twitches and it twitches and it twitches
No matter how you bend it
No difference if you twist it
You're still at the mercy of your monkey biscuit
No matter how you bend it
No matter how you bake it
You're still going to take it from your monkey biscuit
I'm sweating like a zebra in my PVC trousers
You're talking like a fever and it lingers for hours
Jim is in the bushes where he's making a distraction
Marlon's in the Rover where he's checking out the action
There's a camera in my face and it's gauging my emotions
An audience of scavengers that hangs on every photon
It's sucking all the gravy from my primitive soul
No matter how you bend it
No difference if you twist it
You're still at the mercy of your monkey biscuit
No matter how you bend it
No matter how you bake it
You're still going to take it from your monkey biscuit
Got to take this all somewhere
Like I'm not dick deep in monkey hair
Try to think like I'm divine
Find some better uses for my time
Chirping like a lucky cricket
Humming in my monkey biscuit
Hung like jewels in my mind
Phosphorescent monkey shines
And it's sucking and it's sucking and it's sucking
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Let Me Be Your Girlfriend
(Words and Music by Dean Bonzani, copyright 2003)
Let me be your girlfriend
We could stay up all night long
You could tell me all those dirty little secrets
That you'd never dare to tell anyone
Let me be your girlfriend
I could be your Power Puff
Bend some gender
Let's pretend I'm as tender as your knuckle dragging boyfriends were rough
You've been trying to fit a square peg in a round hole
Maybe it's time you considered a different approach
Let me be your girlfriend
I could be your confidante
You could tell me nasty little stories
While you're pulling your pajamas on
Let me be your girlfriend
We could have a slumber night
I could slather you with moisturing lotion
Then we'd have a vicious pillow fight
You've been trying to fit a square peg in a round hole
Maybe it's time you considered a different approach
Let me be your girlfriend
I will be your bestest friend
I will be your bestest bosom buddy
I'll stick with you 'til the very end
Let me be your girlfriend
We could share everything we've got
We could dress up in kimonos
Grab some sushi, baby
That would make it really hot
You've been trying to fit a square peg in a round hole
Maybe it's time you considered a different approach
How can I convince you— you've been wasting what you feel
You need sympathy— a girlfriend's exactly what you need
A girlfriend just like me
A girlfriend like me
Let me be your girlfriend
I'll be the one you never leave behind
We could take a bubble bath together
Then watch Oprah reruns 'til we go blind
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8. |
Bob's Chaos Machine
02:36
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Dun, dun, dun, dun, DUN
Dun, dun, dun, dun, bahkku bahkku
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9. |
Scarecrow Supergirl
03:37
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Scarecrow Supergirl
(lyrics copyright 2003 by Dean Bonzani/Pint Sized Publishing)
Where do you get the confidence
To carry on with such innocence
Penetrating with your second sight
Reading minds with your seventh sense
Breaking hearts with your damsel scam
I'd like to buy a ticket, ma'am
To see you in a bowling shirt
With its pajama monogram
Scarecrow supergirl, scarecrow supergirl
You butter my toast! You butter my toast!
Scarecrow supergirl, scarecrow supergirl
I think you're the most! I think you're the most!
My Yankee eccentricity is wholly born of ingenuity
Like you, I'm just another gutter snipe
Who left his wit to perpetuity
Scarecrow supergirl, scarecrow supergirl
You butter my toast! You butter my toast!
Scarecrow supergirl, scarecrow supergirl
I think you're the most! I think you're the most!
I think you're the...
Never been, never gone, but I'd like to go to Dover with you
Feed some Cheetos to the gulls or just admire the view
Touch the rim of the ocean as it licks at the sky
Never told you, but you've got
Boston Terrier eyes...
I hope you never get those purple veins
That run all up and down your legs
And I hope you never run out of things to say
In your own peculiar way
And I hope you never dream of selling out
Even when you're cold and dead
To me, there's never been a doubt
That yours is a most remarkable head
Scarecrow supergirl, scarecrow supergirl
You butter my toast! You butter my toast!
Scarecrow supergirl, scarecrow supergirl
I think you're the most! I think you're the most!
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10. |
Fuzzy Bunny Slippers
04:41
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Fuzzy Bunny Slippers (words & music ©1996 by Dean Bonzani)
Please act your age- you're making such a spectacle
Tugging at your stocking tops
Fogging up my spectacles
Cradle to grave- you strike me as a cannibal
Your hunger is insatiable
Your influence is terrible
Can't fool me with your fuzzy bunny slippers
Put that thing down- I can't take you anywhere
You're pulling a crowd
Wondering at your underwear
Mugging like a fishwife
Cooing like a baby doll
Pouting like a precious child
Seething like a demon bride
Slide your toes inside those fuzzy bunny slippers
Must be those lashes curling like a butterfly's fingers
Can't be those thighs that are tripping my trigger
What's the allure of your infantile behavior?
Sweet little babycakes- forbidden flavour
Linger on my lips like a stolen kiss
Pacify your urges with my fingertips
Trailing from your hips to your fuzzy bunny slippers
Must be those lashes curling like a butterfly's fingers
Can't be those thighs that are tripping my trigger
Maybe it's your tattoos
Maybe it's your saddleshoes
Come at me like voodoo
Funicello hairdo
Maybe it's your lipgloss
Or that debutante head toss
Scorpion or applesauce?
Spiderweb or candyfloss?
Maybe it's the cut of your fuzzy bunny slippers
Maybe it's the jib of your fuzzy bunny slippers
Must be those lashes curling like a butterfly's fingers
Can't be those thighs that are tripping my trigger
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11. |
Snoobi Mood (Live)
02:56
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DEan Bonzani Cedaredge, Colorado
Dean Bonzani, the Mysterious Stranger, lives on Colorado's Western Slope, where he makes phantasmagoric music and co-produces the Puppet Show at The End of Time.
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