FUZZY

New Career (LiVolsi)

Today I choose my new career (Transsexual Queen)
That’s a good reason for me leaving here
(Transsexual Queen)  
School will come again I know I must learn  
Where are all my friends?  
I’m not too concerned
I’m not too concerned
I’m not too concerned

Yesterday I was a baby boy
(Transsexual Queen)
And learning to walk brought my parents joy
(Transsexual Queen)
Like so many people off to school I went
But I was so little and
A little different
A little different
A little different

Tomorrow I leave the hemisphere
(Transsexual Queen)
Children come see a pioneer
(Transsexual Queen)
Shaking all the hands, marching up the line
These are all my friends, I gig anytime
I gig anytime
I gig anytime
I gig anytime

© 2003 Dumbfounded Music                                   

Mama What’s That Stew You Cookin’? (LiVolsi)

Mama what’s that stew you cookin’?
Mama what’s that stew you cookin’?
I left my shoes in the hallway
Mama what’s that stew you cookin’?              

Mama what’s that sound you makin’?
Mama are you fryin’ bacon?
I surely hope it’s not that
Mama is it my turn to bat?

Cookin’ oh
Cookin’ oh
Makin’ lots of I don’t know what

What’s that mama are you doing?
What’s that mama are you doing?
Was that the milkman I saw?
Hey ma, is this your bra?

You missed my birthday again
And still I’m waiting for my gift
What a heartbreaking moment
For a seven year old
I got no money for nothing

Mama maybe you don’t need me?
Are you mama goin’ ta feed me?
I feel something’s wrong
Hey ma will you be long?

Cookin’ oh
Cookin’ oh
Makin’ lots of I don’t know what

©1999 Dumbfounded Music

Cry Babies Are Homely (LiVolsi)

A girl wants a guy to be wrong
Providing that she is right
A girl wants a guy to be strong
So he can beg and plead all night
But a guy’s too proud for that
He stares
His face all flat
He knows he was…

Manly, manly
Must be manly
Cry Babies Are Homely
Cry Babies Are Homely

A girl wants a guy to be around
Providing that he picks up her cues
And a girl wants a guy to break down
And then stand up and fix the fuse
A repeat of the week before
He can’t think straight anymore
A hero he was…

Manly, manly
Must be manly,
Cry Babies Are Homely
Cry Babies Are Homely

©2001 Dumbfounded Music

You’re My Girl, Courtney Love (LiVolsi)

You’re my girl Courtney Love
You’re my girl all day long
If this feels so right
Everything else must be wrong

And I’m bouncing down the hall
Jumping off the stairs
Running to your house because your parents aren’t there

And I like it again, whoa-oh-oh
I like it again, whoa-oh-oh
And I like it again, whoa-oh-oh
I like it again, whoa-oh-oh

What I like most of all
All those guys get to see
When everyone’s around
Your eyes are always on me  

And I’m bouncing down the hall
Jumping off the stairs
Running to your house because your parents aren’t there

And I like it again, whoa-oh-oh
I like it again, whoa-oh-oh
And I like it again, whoa-oh-oh
I like it again, whoa-oh-oh

© 2003 Dumbfounded Music

When a Rock Band Loses It’s Drummer (LiVolsi)                         

We were talking, did you hear?
Like a whisper in your ear
We were gigging every year
The strangest things disappear

By now ya think I’d learned
By now ya think I’d learned

When a rock band loses its drummer
There’s a lot to be said
When a rock band loses its drummer
Well you might as well be dead

Look who’s back in the seat?
Got the knack, got the beat
Reading from his diary
What a drag to admit defeat

Ya think that I’d learned by now
Ya think that I’d learned by now

When a rock band loses its drummer
There’s a lot to be said
When a rock band loses its drummer
Well you might as well be dead

It’s time for a summer tour
It’s time for a summer tour
Bzzzz  bzzzz  bzzzz

Ya think that I’d learned by now
Ya think that I’d learned by now

When a rock band loses its drummer
There’s a lot to be said
When a rock band loses its drummer
Well you might as well be dead
Well you might as well be dead
Well you might as well be dead
Well you might as well be dead

©2005 Dumbfounded Music

Baby Boom (LiVolsi)

Oh baby, I’m gonna be a spy
Baby boom is over
Gotta know why

Oh baby, I’m gonna be a spy
Baby boom is over
Gotta know why

I’m gonna find out
I’m gonna learn how
Baby Boom is ohhhhhhhhhh

Oh baby I’m gonna be a spy
Baby boom is over

She didn’t mean a thing
She didn’t mean to say
Baby come on over while daddy is away

Oh baby I’m gonna be a spy
Baby boom is over
Baby boom is over
Baby boom is over

© 2005 Dumbfounded Music