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Stuck In '69!

by The Delfino Trio

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Stuck In '69 04:30
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Stuck in '69 Drive a '57 Chev, watch a black and white TV Bang girls I see, 'til it hurts when I pee Saw Jimi at Woodstock, the Stones at Altamont Down the Abbey Road block, Deep Purple In Rock Wear a pair of hipster flares and no underwear You should see the hair, man, it's fucking everywhere! I love all my groupie tramps but they gave me the clap Now I'm off to see the quack, get a penicillin jab Getting stoned, getting boned, the Twilight Zone Getting high, Spanish fly, we're eating cherry pie Won't be here for a long time In a warp on a time line Only here for a good time (We're) stuck in '69! Only drinking our moonshine While doing some white lines And giving the peace sign (We're) stuck in '69! We popped a tab and then flew around the room We jumped a rocket, went to the moon My eyes focused, kaleidoscopic zoom Dear Prudence and Rocky Raccoon Acid trips, dick drips, and natural tits Where's time gone? Hence this song... come sing along! Won't be here for a long time In a warp on a time line Only here for a good time (We're) stuck in 69! Only drinking our moonshine While doing some white lines And giving the peace sign (We're) stuck in 69! Won't be here for a long time In a warp on a time line Stuck in '60, stuck in '60 (We're) stuck in 69!
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Strap It On 04:22
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Strap It On Saw you dancing, yeah, you blew my mind Heart is aching, saw you with a guy Eyes deceiving, I saw his breasts were heaving A hairy heathen, something here ain't even I now see you are the bitch and that she is the butch From her long fleecy legs to her hairy pit-bush, let her push Strap it on! Boys you don't like, finger in the dyke Buckle up, babe, for the ride of your life You both say you're preferring a soft woman's touch So go for it, ladies, I'll just sit here and watch, pass the Scotch Strap it on! Monochrome mama in a kaleidoscope world When I saw that hair, man, I nearly hurled Strap it! Strap it on! Tank tops and ties, and thick custard pies Sex-toy supplies and no interest in guys Strap it on! Girls, use your thighs, and I'll use my eyes Strap it on! C'mon, baby, strap it!
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Hard-On Marathon 03:47
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Hard-on Marathon At every show she's there front row centre square She'll be all mine before too long Asian eyes, exotic flair, a tiny waist and sexy stare A ferry boat from Hong Kong Got no sign of underwear, oh, and such a lovely pair Backstage is where she belongs With long legs up to there and flowers in her hair She really knows how to turn me on Hot pants and platform shoes, got the bell bottom blues Farrah Fawcett hair is, oh, so long Sequined smile and glitter eyes, her halter top is all tie-dyed She really knows how to bring it on 'Cause she's a hard, hard, hard-on marathon She's a hard, hard, hard-on marathon Pull her in my dressing room, long fingernails and cheap perfume Inspiring this groupie song She beats my skin, strums along, blows my amp and bangs a gong She really knows how to get it on 'Cause she's a hard, hard, hard-on marathon She's a hard, hard, hard-on marathon Oh, and ain't she sweet? Oh, so hard to beat Whoa, yeah, and here she comes, ow! She's so hard!
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Go Commando 03:31
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Go Commando Go! Say you ain't no bimbo, 'til you're getting out the limo And the flash bulbs blast in your eyes You're acting unaware, like you really don't care that They were focused right between your thighs Whoever would have guessed, paparazzi princess, They'd be waiting right outside your door? Another tabloid mess in a translucent dress They were tipped off at a quarter-to-four Baby, show you're in the know With a little camel toe, and GO COMMANDO All right! GO COMMANDO On the town tonight GO COMMANDO Don't be feeling uptight, just, GO COMMANDO All right So who you think you're bluffing when you go out freebuffing? You're the centre of attention again You just love the hurly-burly when your flash your short and curlies You've been that way since I don't know when You say it's not revealing "just-a want that breezy feeling" Excuse me, I must interject You lost your thong affection to avoid a yeast infection When you flash the flesh it's fresh that's best No lawn you need to mow, and No weeds you need to hoe, so GO COMMANDO All right! GO COMMANDO On the town tonight GO COMMANDO Don't keep it out of sight, just, GO COMMANDO All right! GO COMMANDO Don't need ultraviolet light! GO COMMANDO Even on your wedding night! GO COMMANDO All right!!
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Cherry-Poppin' Daddies 03:18
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Cherry-Poppin' Daddies Good morning, little schoolgirl, won't you tell me what's your name? I like your pimples and your braces, yeah, so please don't shy away, away I'm a rock 'n' roller, yeah, I'll be your teenage dream Don't matter if I'm older, just as long as you're sixteen, uh-huh I'll buy you what you want just let me take you to the mall But when I want returns, babe, don't ya kick me in the balls, oh yeah Cherry-poppin' daddies! Put your hand on my thigh, if you want to get high Oh, babe, are you feeling any better? If you give it a try, it might spit in your eye Oh, babe, can you feel it getting bigger? Cherry-poppin' daddies! Your puppy love for boy bands and those heart-throb shows Pin-up posters of Depp and DiCaprio Bieber Fever's gushing like a river flow Don't you think it's time to let it go? I'm a real man you ought to know Into a woman I'll help you grow Cherry-poppin' daddies! Put your hand on my thigh if you want to get high Oh, babe, are you feeling any better? If you give it a try it might spit in your eye Oh, babe, can you feel it getting bigger? Cherry-poppin' daddies!
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Pork Barrel Roll 03:08
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Pork Barrel Roll Beached whale in the sun with a size-12 bum Weighing in at 10 tons, all day pounding Coke and rum in the sun! Walrus whiskers on her lips, set of titanic tits Pasty skin she unzips, jelly rolls as she strips in the sun! And then when the sun it goes down Every desperate guy around Comes see the biggest bikini in town Well, she's the Pork Barrel Roll, she's the local surfies' mole, Blocking up the pipeline and living on the dole She's the Pork Barrel Roll, she's'a taking her toll Wiping out the white line on the coral atoll In bed she's a moaner, in love she's a groaner In the water leaves a floater and farts like an outboard motor Because she's a loner wants a nice big boner Hangs out with the stoners and all the spermatozoa donors When you're getting caught in her rip Man, she's gonna get a good grip And reach for your Velcro zip 'Cause she's the Pork Barrel Roll, she's the local surfies' mole, Blocking up the pipeline and living on the dole She's the Pork Barrel Roll, she's'a taking her toll Wiping out the white line on the coral atoll When at sea and in strife And you're swimming for your life You need her in-built H-cup flotation device She'll make you wipe out! She's the Pork Barrel Roll, she's the local surfies' mole Blocking up the pipeline and living on the dole She's the Pork Barrel Roll, she's'a taking her toll Wiping out the white line on the coral atoll P.O.R.K. Pork Barrel Roll, she's the P.O.R.K. Pork Barrel Roll Wipe out!
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Bush Is Back 03:41
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Bush Is Back Just like the millions you've gone Brazilian too Gone joined the minions, like sheep they follow suit Gone's your loving patch, it's just an airstrip or Hitler moustache Shaving, plucking, trimming, waxing You only bitch how much it's fucking taxing Well, the bush is back, keep your razor rash Yes, the bush is back, and your stubble scratch 'Cause the bush is back in blonde or black Take back Kojak, yeah, the bush is back! You'll see tomorrow, the old ways follow through Yeah, I got news for you, it's long overdue Time now to renew Epilation, sugar frosting You always bitch how much it's fucking costing Now, the bush is back, keep your razor rash Yes, the bush is back, and your stubble scratch 'Cause the bush is back in blonde or black Get back, Kojak, yeah, the bush is back! The bush is back, keep your razor rash The bush is back, and your stubble scratch The bush is back in blonde or black You can keep Kojak, 'cause the bush is back!
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Slots 'n' Sluts 05:30
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Slots 'n' Sluts Ah, some call it heaven on earth I went there and lost my shirt High, high rollers going all-in I'm the Joker, city of sin Up the stakes with the five-card studs Run amok with the sluts and slots I up the ante, playing to win Ah, take the wheel and give it a spin Up the stakes with the five-card studs Run amok with the sluts and slots Double down with my Ace-high card We're down and out with the sluts and slots Ladies are lucky, I'm Keno on you Beat the house, babe, the high rollers too Whoa, yeah, those sluts and slots!
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Staying Home? 01:12
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Staying Home? Staying home with the missus, Sex and the City on TV No way I'll ever miss it, that crazy Wanchai scene Girls letting it all out, and shaking all about With a sexy lipstick pout, while I'm on my drinking bout Ain't no doubt about it I know I can live without it I don't want to live in boozers, checking out the cooters Pounding down shooters, while squeezing lots of hooters Staying home with the missus (probably doing fucking dishes) My woman she's a needing, a sweet romantic evening Of loving, touching, squeezing, that warm fuzzy feeling No way I'm going out, no I don't want to go out, no Ain't going out, no
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Wanchai Wake-Up Call 02:08
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Wanchai Wake-Up Call "Not going out?" What the fuck am I talking about? Well it's beer o'clock and I'm ready to rock Gonna run amok with some pub-rock frock Gonna have some fun with some dimsum buns Suzie Wong and her wonton chums I'm grinning ear to ear with a gut full of beer The missus and her cat better fucking stay clear That's how I felt before the kick in the guts It was all fun and games 'til I lost my nuts, it was my, Wanchai wake-up call Boozed, bruised and tattooed Oh, God, what did I do? another, Wanchai wake-up call Stagger out of the loo As kids walk to school Gonna be in shit when I get home 100 missed calls, and I've lost my phone Lipstick on my collar, kebab on my face Puke on my shirt and jeans have got spunk stains Unscrew my aching head and throw it in the drain I swear to God I'll never ever go through this again Tail between my legs and a whimper of regret I only wish to Christ I'd have stayed in bed, it was my, Wanchai wake-up call Can't remember a thing Where's my wedding ring? Another, Wanchai wake-up call Someone took a swing, I've got fucking teeth missing Hooker gave me a toke, I should of revoked 'Cause that pavement princess was really a bloke "Oh, who's this chick inked on my chest? I think I'm going to need a new address... sweetheart, I'm home!"
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Sleazy Does It 02:19
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Sleazy Does It! Suits out on the booze, down the alley for a toke Es so they don't snooze, and a pocket full of coke Late night on the cruise, hookers light up their smoke As many as they choose, this is no place for the broke Brand new flame, but she's on the game No sense of shame, yeah, they're all the same Life's fast lane, make you go insane No sense of shame! No sense of shame! Easy peasy lemon squeezy If ya pleasey, sleazy does it! Leave the wife at home with a screaming brat child Leave her there to moan 'cause we're born to be wild Claim their bills for sleaze as a business expense That's the expat scene, got more dollars than sense Hangover pain, breakfast cocaine Day by day, yeah, you waste away Life's fast lane, make you go insane No sense of shame! No sense of shame! Easy peasy lemon squeezy If ya pleasey, sleazy does it! Sleazy does it! Sleazy does it!
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Classic-Rock Cliche 03:17
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Classic-Rock Cliche Throw TVs out the window, drive my Rolls into a pool Ride a Harley down the corridor, chainsaw the hotel room Glue chairs on the ceiling, and the toilets cherry bomb While groupies are a' screaming and a' plaster cast my schlong Spiky hair and make-up, and obligatory tattoos (We're only rocking! We're only rocking!) The show is never over 'til we drink up all the booze (We're only rocking you!) I'm a classic rock cliche, what else can I say? You've heard it all before but you still come back for more I'm the classic rock cliche, the indie breakaway The underground turnaround, the ministry of sound A giant skull's our backdrop, pyrotechnics blast the stage Our heavy metal mascot is a' wearing spikes and chains Blazing guitar solos are our weapon of choice With thumping bass and drums, and a screaming metal voice! Drummers that combust and lyrics pouring out the scorn (We're only rocking! We're only rocking!) A mini Stonehenge dropping as we give the metal horns (We're only rocking you!) I'm a classic rock cliche, what else can I say? You've heard it all before but you still come back for more I'm the classic rock cliche, the indie breakaway The underground turnaround, the ministry of sound Yeah, you've heard it all before Yet you still come back for more Ah, huh, huh...

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The saucy sophomore album by Hong Kong-based Australian rocker(s) The Delfino Trio.

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released April 16, 2014

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