Stuck In '69!

by The Delfino Trio

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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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Track Name: Stuck In '69
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!
Track Name: Strap It On
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!
Track Name: Hard-On Marathon
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!
Track Name: Go Commando
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!!
Track Name: Cherry-Poppin' Daddies
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!
Track Name: Pork Barrel Roll
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!
Track Name: Bush Is Back
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!
Track Name: Slots 'n' Sluts
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!
Track Name: Staying Home?
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
Track Name: Wanchai Wake-Up Call
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!"
Track Name: Sleazy Does It
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!
Track Name: Classic-Rock Cliche
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...