Thursday, October 30, 2003
Pierre
Words: Randy, Jonas, and Big Jon
Music: Randy
This song is about three people all at the same time. One of those people is a skunk named Pierre, which Henry explains here. Another of those people was someone's girlfriend who would occasionally stop by our place and eat all our frozen Milky Ways (another reference to this can be found in the song Down South). The third person was a good friend's new boyfriend who was a kind of a more pathetic version of Bill Romanowski (if that's possible). Again, as is the case with all our songs, this one is a true story - with a happy ending. The Pierres are all gone (though none of them, as far as I know, has died a painful death).
Lyrics:
I don't know if I can take it very much longer
Pierre keeps coming back, eating all our food again
What I'm hoping is, that the smell don't get no stronger
He's been in the kitchen, I hope he doesn't reach the den
Chorus: Pierre, Pierre, everybody best beware,
Pierre, we can smell him in the air,
Pierre, he gave Henry quite a scare,
Pierre, he likes to run around,
He never makes a sound,
Picks apart our garbage bags and leaves our trash right on the ground
I don't know, if I can take it any much longer
Pierre keeps coming back, why won't he just leave me alone
You think that's not so bad? Well, you couldn't be much wronger
That smelly rodent's a fan of the thuggish ruggish Bone
Chorus
Bridge: It isn't easy livin' with Pierre
When people ask me, I just tell 'em "I don't care"
He goes away, but then he keeps on comin' back
If he don't leave for good, I think I'm gonna crack
I hate him, I hate him, I hope he dies a painful death...
Chorus
I don't know if I can take it very much longer
Pierre keeps coming back, eating all our food again
What I'm hoping is, that the stench don't get no stronger
He's in the kitchen, I hope he's stopped before the den.
Stupid Alert: The part about the thuggish, ruggish Bone has nothing to do with anything except that we used to watch BET alot and Bone Thugs 'n' Harmony was on all the time with some song about how they're the thuggish ruggish Bone. There were few qualities a person could have which would be considered worse than being a fan of the thuggish ruggish Bone. Also, Jonas just likes saying that.
Words: Randy, Jonas, and Big Jon
Music: Randy
This song is about three people all at the same time. One of those people is a skunk named Pierre, which Henry explains here. Another of those people was someone's girlfriend who would occasionally stop by our place and eat all our frozen Milky Ways (another reference to this can be found in the song Down South). The third person was a good friend's new boyfriend who was a kind of a more pathetic version of Bill Romanowski (if that's possible). Again, as is the case with all our songs, this one is a true story - with a happy ending. The Pierres are all gone (though none of them, as far as I know, has died a painful death).
Lyrics:
I don't know if I can take it very much longer
Pierre keeps coming back, eating all our food again
What I'm hoping is, that the smell don't get no stronger
He's been in the kitchen, I hope he doesn't reach the den
Chorus: Pierre, Pierre, everybody best beware,
Pierre, we can smell him in the air,
Pierre, he gave Henry quite a scare,
Pierre, he likes to run around,
He never makes a sound,
Picks apart our garbage bags and leaves our trash right on the ground
I don't know, if I can take it any much longer
Pierre keeps coming back, why won't he just leave me alone
You think that's not so bad? Well, you couldn't be much wronger
That smelly rodent's a fan of the thuggish ruggish Bone
Chorus
Bridge: It isn't easy livin' with Pierre
When people ask me, I just tell 'em "I don't care"
He goes away, but then he keeps on comin' back
If he don't leave for good, I think I'm gonna crack
I hate him, I hate him, I hope he dies a painful death...
Chorus
I don't know if I can take it very much longer
Pierre keeps coming back, eating all our food again
What I'm hoping is, that the stench don't get no stronger
He's in the kitchen, I hope he's stopped before the den.
Stupid Alert: The part about the thuggish, ruggish Bone has nothing to do with anything except that we used to watch BET alot and Bone Thugs 'n' Harmony was on all the time with some song about how they're the thuggish ruggish Bone. There were few qualities a person could have which would be considered worse than being a fan of the thuggish ruggish Bone. Also, Jonas just likes saying that.
Weeud Gyrations (Song of Stickman)
Words: Henry, Randy, Jonas
Music: Henry
Check out Henry's comments on the song.
What he left out is the alternate title, Weeud Gyrations, comes from a comment made by Beasley Reese on some NFL pregame show. He was talking about a New England Patriots' coach who was moving his body in a weird way while trying to get a play in from the sidelines (before they had headsets in the helmets), but it just as easily applies to Stickman. Beasley Reese is also responsible for naming The Ballad of Larry Lum Lum, but that's another story.
These are some of our stupidest lyrics ever. But as with all our songs, it's a true story.
Lyrics:
Groovin' all day, lives in the basement
Trippin' on a checkerboard garbage can
Nobody knows what the look on his face meant
He does what nobody can
He is the Stickman
Swingin' from trees, he eats a banana
Spendin' all his time in the jungle land
Roamin' all over the desert savannah
He drives a big, yellow van
He is the Stickman
Washin' his clothes, cooks a tomato
Steppin' on a toad with a clap of his hand
Makin' purple people with the peppermint playdough
He's way ahead of the plan
He is the stickman
He'll eat your breakfast...lunch
He'll drink your Kool-Aid...fruit punch
Hide the women and children...please
'Cause Stickman's comin' and he's bringing disease
Words: Henry, Randy, Jonas
Music: Henry
Check out Henry's comments on the song.
What he left out is the alternate title, Weeud Gyrations, comes from a comment made by Beasley Reese on some NFL pregame show. He was talking about a New England Patriots' coach who was moving his body in a weird way while trying to get a play in from the sidelines (before they had headsets in the helmets), but it just as easily applies to Stickman. Beasley Reese is also responsible for naming The Ballad of Larry Lum Lum, but that's another story.
These are some of our stupidest lyrics ever. But as with all our songs, it's a true story.
Lyrics:
Groovin' all day, lives in the basement
Trippin' on a checkerboard garbage can
Nobody knows what the look on his face meant
He does what nobody can
He is the Stickman
Swingin' from trees, he eats a banana
Spendin' all his time in the jungle land
Roamin' all over the desert savannah
He drives a big, yellow van
He is the Stickman
Washin' his clothes, cooks a tomato
Steppin' on a toad with a clap of his hand
Makin' purple people with the peppermint playdough
He's way ahead of the plan
He is the stickman
He'll eat your breakfast...lunch
He'll drink your Kool-Aid...fruit punch
Hide the women and children...please
'Cause Stickman's comin' and he's bringing disease
Shitty
Words & Music: mostly Henry
Background: Henry tells the story here
This is one of my favorite StuPidwish songs of all time.
Lyrics:
I feel like shit
I feel like shitting
The toilet bowl is
Where I'll be sitting
The stuff inside me
Don't seem to be fitting
But the ceiling is the floor
But the ceiling is the floor.
Get outta my way
Clear my path
I'm headin' to the bathroom
But I ain't takin' no bath
Better not come with me
Or you'll smell my wrath
But the ceiling is the floor
But the ceiling is the floor.
Ate too much oatmeal
Breakfast was free
Should have shared with you
Instead of keepin' it all for me
I've had my fun
Now I'll pay my fee
But the ceiling is the floor
But the ceiling is the floor...
Bonus: The oatmeal/breakfast lyric (which also inspired a separate song) came from my experience at the 25 year anniversary of Woodstock (at the original site - Yasgur's Farm - not the big, commercialized one in Saugerties) when a bunch of fat, old hippies wearing Yarmulkes (that's really how you spell it, I looked it up) with dancing bears on them were riding around in the back of a pickup truck calling themselves Jews for Jerry and giving away free oatmeal while singing "Breakfast for Free." It was bizarre.
Words & Music: mostly Henry
Background: Henry tells the story here
This is one of my favorite StuPidwish songs of all time.
Lyrics:
I feel like shit
I feel like shitting
The toilet bowl is
Where I'll be sitting
The stuff inside me
Don't seem to be fitting
But the ceiling is the floor
But the ceiling is the floor.
Get outta my way
Clear my path
I'm headin' to the bathroom
But I ain't takin' no bath
Better not come with me
Or you'll smell my wrath
But the ceiling is the floor
But the ceiling is the floor.
Ate too much oatmeal
Breakfast was free
Should have shared with you
Instead of keepin' it all for me
I've had my fun
Now I'll pay my fee
But the ceiling is the floor
But the ceiling is the floor...
Bonus: The oatmeal/breakfast lyric (which also inspired a separate song) came from my experience at the 25 year anniversary of Woodstock (at the original site - Yasgur's Farm - not the big, commercialized one in Saugerties) when a bunch of fat, old hippies wearing Yarmulkes (that's really how you spell it, I looked it up) with dancing bears on them were riding around in the back of a pickup truck calling themselves Jews for Jerry and giving away free oatmeal while singing "Breakfast for Free." It was bizarre.
