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© 1997 cosmic egg You don’t have to be skinny to be sexy You don’t have to be blonde to be sexy You don’t have to have long legs to be sexy You don’t have to have dreadlocks to be sexy - but it helps! - And you don’t have to be skinny to be sexy Now guys, You don’t have to have a big dick to be sexy You don’t have to drive a fast car to be sexy You don’t have to play bass to be sexy - but it helps! - And you don’t have to be skinny to be sexy You’ve gotta ooooze . . . You’ve got to use it, to ooze it And you’ve got to ooze it to seduce it And I know how you love to peruse it But if you choose, to use the ooze, don’t abuse it Some people use booze to ooze And they end up under the table having a snooze But the best way to ooze is to just cruise along, feeling strong, taking in your stride whatever, comes along You can’t conceal, your sex appeal, if you feel it You don’t have to have big breasts to be sexy You don’t have to have big muscles to be sexy You don’t have to have surgery to be sexy And you don’t have to be skinny to be sexy But you do have to be sensual to be sexy You do have to be wild to be sexy You do have to ooze to be sexy But you most definitely, do not, have to be skinny, to be, sexy!?

©1999 cosmic egg She’s a porn queen, it’s a very weird scene Spreading her legs for some dirty magazine Yeah, she’s a porn queen, she likes to be obscene Baring it all on my computer screen I just logged on, I type in sex There’s thousands of sites to go to next I choose one at random and they want me to pay They ask for my age, I click back O.K. I go to the next one, this time I score There’s thousands of pictures, but still I want more Like a bitch in heat, I can’t get enough I’m searching through pages of really sick stuff Hardcore action, and fetishes too Bondage and orgies, is nothing taboo But then I see her, an angel’s face In this sleazy world, she seems out of place ‘Cause she’s a porn queen, it’s a very weird scene Spreading her legs for some dirty magazine Yeah she’s a porn queen, and she likes to be obscene DVDA if you know what I mean ‘Cause she’s a porn queen, that’s all she’s ever been Gettin’ it on for some dirty magazine Yeah she’s a porn queen, and she likes to be seen Turning me on through my computer screen This girl on the screen has a life somewhere She has thoughts and feelings, does anyone care? (x2) Perversion comes from suppression, and this in turn feeds my obsession (x4) ‘Cause she’s a porn queen, and that’s all she’s ever been Gettin’ it on for some dirty magazine Yeah she’s a porn queen, and she likes to be seen Turning me on through my computer screen Porn queen Porn queen She's my porn queen

©1999 cosmic egg Have you ever really wanted to say something but you held your tongue Because you were too scared of what people would think of you (x2) ‘Cause if you speak your mind you’ll offend someone You’ll rock the boat and create a scene So we speak in riddles and dance around the truth But when’s the last time that we said what we mean Sucked in, you just became your own – Sucked in, you just became your own – Sucked in mate, you just became your own – your own censor – oh yeah – you just became your own Censorship – no fucking way! Don’t try and tell me what I can say (x4) I reckon censorship’s fucked! Don't say that. They'll ban the CD! No they won't. They're too busy watching pornos in Canberra. That's rude! If you can’t say something nice then don’t say anything at all. But they tried to censor the internet. They're morons. You go wash your mouth out with soap young man. As if. I’ll say what I want. What will people think? Who gives a shit? Shhh Someone might be listening . . . Poo Bum Wiss, Poo Bum Wiss ‘Cause we’re not allowed to say Shit Arse or Piss (x2) I have no desire to say what you expect And don’t give me that crap about politically correct Who are we to judge our thoughts and say what’s right or wrong Why don’t we make our own rules up as we go along Censorship – no fucking way! Don’t try and tell me what I can say (x4)

©1999 cosmic egg As the sun sets the full moon rises Enticing an evening of surprises They move in a dance of their own He’s the fire, she’s the snow He leads her round and round and round she goes The universe is a neverending dancefloor With galaxies spinning around and around and around I like to swing and sway, with the Milky Way, The planets are groovin’ to that funky sound The sun is our D.J., he’s got the heat He gets us dancing and moving with that burning beat (x2) Groovin’ on a dancefloor of stars The Earth, the moon, Jupiter and Mars We dance across a starry sky We get down, moon gets up, tide gets high (x2) Watch for the shooting star, and watch your step ‘Cause there’s a black hole waiting to get you yet They dance for us night after night, from sunset to morning light The sun rises day after day, chasing all the stars away – hey! Groovin’ on a dancefloor of stars The Earth, the moon, Jupiter and Mars We danced across a starry sky We got down, sun comes up, my brain is fried Groovin’ on a dancefloor of stars The Earth, the moon, Jupiter and Mars We danced across a starry sky We got down, sun comes up, I’m feeling wired

© 1999 cosmic egg Have a look at what’s real and see if what you’ve been thinking is what you really feel . . . Why do people watch TV, for hours every day How can we think for ourselves when this shit gets in the way Information overload, no resistance to the flow And we carry these ideas with us everywhere we go Do we question what we’re told, the lies behind the veils Independent thought inevitably fails And desire to have more is what always prevails It tells us what to think, it tells us how to feel It tells us what to wear, it tells us what’s real Programming, televising, lies coverage, advertising Is it any wonder half the population’s depressed Do we tow the line, or risk rejection from our peers Advertising jingles are ringing in my ears . . . they're playing on my fears Desensitized response from information overload It starts with cartoon violence in the home Who’s calling the shots, who’s behind the scenes Who finally decides what gets shown It tells us what to think, it tells us how to feel It tells us what to wear, it tells us what’s real Programming, televising, lies coverage, advertising Is it any wonder half the population’s depressed Depressed Suppressed Buy this, buy that - too thin, too fat - No way, fuck that! If I see one more ad for McDonalds, I’m gonna scre-e-eam- Do we question what we’re told, the lies behind the veils Independent thought inevitably fails And desire to have more is what always prevails

Hemp has been used by humans for over 10,000 years
Today it could replace the timber, cotton and petrochemical industries

Paper - hemp's better than trees
The fibres are stronger and it grows like a weed

Food - you can eat the seeds
Second only to soybeans in nutritional needs

Clothing - hemp's the way
Cotton uses half of all pesticide spray
Hemp hardly needs any

It's against the law - what for?
It's against the law - what for?
It's against the law - what for?
It's against the law - what for?

Oil - hemp seed is fantastic
For burning and cooking, diesel or plastic

Ethanol - it's the cleanest fuel
It's made from plants, end OPEC's rule
"ethanol could replace all of our transport fuel needs"

Medicine - it eases migraines
Glaucoma, anxiety, and period pains

Packaging - hemp can do it all
It biodegrades and it's edible

Hemp's got what it takes, so stop putting on the brakes
Hemp has the solution, to cleaning up pollution
We'd all be having a good time, if hemp wasn't such a bad crime
Hemp has got the answer, so jump out of your pants-ah!

It's against the law - what for?
It's against the law - what for?

1937 - Du Pont patents a process of making paper from trees, and nylon and plastics from oil and coal.
Meanwhile machines had just been invented that simplified the process of making paper from hemp, which was on the verge of becoming a billion dollar industry.
William Randolph Hearst owner of Americas largest media empire of the day, also owned vast areas of timberland.
He began running stories linking marijuana with violent crime, and the 1938 film, "Reefer Madness".
This campaign led to marijuana being made illegal.
The congressmen who passed the bill didn't realise marijuana and hemp were the same plant.

It's against the law - who for?
It's against the law - who for?
It's against the law - who for?
It's against the law - who for?

Clothing, shoes, socks and shirts, Pants, sandals, undies, uniforms, skirts
Rope, sails, canvas and flags, Hats, wallets, backpacks, scarves and bags
Bodies and fuel for cars and planes, Cosmetics, paint, soap and cellophane
Firewood, diesel and ethanol, Plastic bags, bottles, buckets and blow-up dolls

©1999 cosmic egg You know what? My man, he took me out last night. And we had dinner and saw a movie – and we made love. It was so romantic – wasn’t it baby? It sure was baby. Oo yeah. Oo yeah. We had toasted cheese sandwiches, and we watched videos from the local library. And we drank cask wine. D'you know what you are babe? What’s that baby? You’re a tightarse! A tightarse? Yeah you're a tightarse. I’m thrifty! No you're not you’re just cheap. Cheap? Yeah you're cheap, in fact d'you know who you are? Mr. Cheapskate – Who me? Whada ya talking about? Mr. Cheapskate – She's not talking about me. Mr. Cheapskate – I’ll just drink water thanks Mr. Cheapskate – And could we pay separately please Cheap bastard! . . Scrooge! . . Bargain! . . Tightarse! Mr. Cheapskate? – I'm sorry I don't have any change on me right now Mr. Cheapskate? – but ah, can I bum a cigarette off ya’ man Mr. Cheapskate – You owe me a dollar twenty Mr. Cheapskate – Free food! Where? What? Is it free, is it free? ‘Cause that would financially suit me. Is it free, is it free? Cause he never spends any money. . . Uh! . . Pyow! . . Bo-ke! . . Ow! Is it free, is it free? ‘Cause that would financially suit me. Is it free, is it free? Cause he never spends any money. . . Mr. Cheapskate – Um, is there a concession price on that? Mr. Cheapskate – It’s 50 cents cheaper around the corner. Mr. Cheapskate –Are their any $2 shops around here? Mr. Cheapskate – Don't worry I’ll get one second hand. Who are you calling me cheapskate You've got no right to call me that, butt I'm a tightarse - oo yeah he's a tightarse I'm a tightarse - he's a tightarse I'm a tightarse - both butt cheeks firmly clenched together I'm a tightarse - oh yeah he's a tightarse Is it free, is it free? ‘Cause that would financially suit me. Is it free, is it free? Cause he never spends any money. . . . . . oh, mr cheapskate . . . yeah, yeah, yeah . . . I never spend any money

©1998 cosmic egg Hi babe, I’m home. We've been in the studio all day long it's been a very long day, and I do think that we deserve a big fat joint. What say you just roll us up a big fat scooby-dooby babe? Honey? Why don't you just roll us up a nice big trumpet? Babe? I don't think he's listening to me. Babe are you listening to me? BABE - ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME ! ? ! Oh sorry . . . sorry, I wasn’t listening I was . . . I was thinking about my dick. What? I wasn’t listening, I was thinking about my dick I never listen, I'm a lowdown sexfiend prick He wasn’t listening, he was thinking about John Thomas He never listens, I will next time, I promise! I’ll make him listen, I know what makes him tick To catch his ear I’ve got this clever little trick - SEX - huh? Ooh baby, you’re looking mighty fine You sure know how to give a girl, a really hard time - ooh I love it the way you play the bass, you've really got the rhythm You'd really be the perfect man, if you'd just learn how to listen - ooh He only listens, when he thinks that he’s in luck This guys on dick control, all he really wants is a - ooh If it looks like he’s listening, well it’sa really just a front To catch his ear, I’ve got this cunning little stunt Watch this . . . this’ll get his attention . . . don’t you worry about that . . . this’ll get him . . . works every time . . . I got him now . . . watch this . . . I got him now Pussy Pussy yeah (All he wants is) Pussy (All I want is) Pussy yeah I want some - what do you want now honey child? I need some - what do you need now baby? I want some - ooh I wasn’t listening, I was thinkin' about you're pussy I never listen, I’m a feral new age wussie He wasn’t listening, he was thinking about his willy He never listens, it gets small when it gets chilly I’ll make him listen, I know what makes him tick To catch his ear, I’ve got this clever little trick Pussy Pussy yeah (All he wants is) Pussy (All I want is) Pussy yeah I want some pussy I need some pussy I want some pussy - yeah Pussy Pussy yeah (All men wants is) Pussy

(All men want is) Pussy yeah

We hate the government, but we like the dole
We hate Myers, but we shop at Coles
Boycott McDonalds, the burgers are better at Hungry Jacks
Save the wildlife, have you fed the cats?

‘Cause we’re the fun, funny, funky, feral freakshow

Say no to plastic bags, we use styrofoam
Cancel third world debt, but can you give me a loan?
Fuck the police, but only if they’re cute
Is that a gun in your pocket, or you looking for a root?

‘Cause we’re the fun-filled, free-lovin’, feral freakshow

Save the trees, that’s our caper
But our protest flyers are printed on Reflex paper
Subvert the dominant paradigm, what does that mean?
Shoot John Howard, and grope the queen

‘Cause we’re the fun-filled, free-lovin’, feral freakshow

Religion’s a pain in the arse, especially for the altar boy

We’re vegetarian, but I eat your meat
I like beef curtains, he only gets them as a treat
Stop testing on animals, try using junkies
They like the needles, and they’re cheaper than monkeys

‘Cause we’re the fun, funny, funky feral freakshow

© 1999 cosmic egg Sitting here drinking herbal tea, My dreads are really special to me And my piercings too, aren’t they cool, I’ve got one through my eyebrow and one through my tool ‘Cause I’m a hippy, and my friends have cool names, Like Rainbow, and Sprinkle, and Starlight, and J, J, James - oh james has changed his name to “love poetry on the full moon” - oh what a dickhead It’s really trippy, in the twilight zone After 8 tabs of acid, and 35 cones Like wow man, I’m freaking out! I shouldn’t have had that 35th cone, man Like wow man, this is such a heavy trip, I tried to take a leak but I can’t find my zip Come hang out with us, we’ll eat tofu and rice But if you come too close you’ll get herpes and lice Peace, Love, and mung beans man They’ll make you fart like a trooper and run to the can ‘Cause I’m a hippy, and I smoke the best gear I’ve been on the dole for 25 years It’s really trippy, when you're chained to a tree for four days straight til your mate finds the key Like wow man, the car broke down but if we all give it reiki we can still get to town Like wow man, dreads have real class And when you run out of toilet paper you can still wipe your arse Like wow man

© 1998 cosmic egg We like smoking, the wicked wicked weed We grow big buds from a tiny seed And if you don’t like what I do, who asked you? Well the buds are sticky now it’s time to smoke I roll a scoob and have a big fat toke And if you don’t like what we do, who asked you? - breathe solo – Well I flick the roach and I’m feeling fine Kicking back and losing track of time And if you don’t like what we do, I don’t remember asking you - kazoo solo - Well the munchies set in and we head for the door We’re heading down to the convenience store And if you don’t like what we do, who asked you? We mosie on down to the 7 – 11 My God, I thought I’d died and gone to heaven And if you don’t like what we do, who asked you? We get chocolate and doughnuts and corn chips with chives Keeps us going ‘til the pizza arrives And if you don’t like what we do, I don’t remember asking you - kazoo solo – We eat bread rolls and ice cream with cherries on top My god I eat until I'm ready to pop And if you don’t like what we do, who asked you? What, was that I, um What was that I was talking about? What, what was, I was singing about something Well we go to bed with an aching belly After watching eight hours of telly . . . And if you don’t like what we do I said, if you don’t like what we do Oh, if you don’t like what we do, I don’t remember asking you

© 2000 cosmic egg He’s lazy, I'm lazybones He lies on the couch just pulling cones When it’s time for the dishes, I’m off to the dunny I sit there for hours, fuck it’s funny I’m lazy – yes Clint is the only man alive with rigor mortis – He’s a stiff! - he could have Elle McPherson doing a strip tease in front of him and he’d be too lazy to get it up – Hey I’m lazybones not lazyboner! He tries to look busy, he tries not to slouch But he can’t do much when he’s stuck to the couch So when I want to rearrange the furniture I just say “Clint, come here”. It’s easy. Now I was supposed to have a stool stuck to my arse here and I walk around and stuff but I was too lazy to get it ready He’s lazy, he’s a lazy boy The remote control is his favourite toy You do the dishes or you’re out the door Yeah like I haven’t heard that before OK OK I’ll clean up a bit, I won’t be a loafer But as soon as she blinks I’ll be back on the sofa He’s lazy – the dirty dishes go in the sink He’sa lazybones – and the dirt goes on the floor 'Cause you wouldn’t put the dirt on the bench, that’s where the food goes He’s lazy – he’s a lazy bum Bum stands for Bludging Unmotivated Male Oh well at least I’m not a nag A nag! I think he means the Non-Appreciated Gender Oo-or touché babe, alright, tell you what, I’ll take care of dinner tonight – really?– Yeah, pass the phone –actually, could you dial the number for me too please He’s lazy – I’ve got a callus on me arse! He’sa lazybones – both cheeks He’s laz-é ______ I’m laz-é ______ I said he’s laz-é ___/\_^__ Fuckin’ hell! I’m lazybones__.

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