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I Wanna Be A Punk Rocker
03:45
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Oh, daughter dearest
You will wear cableknit sweaters
You will become a doctor after studying at Cornell
Oh, daughter dearest
You will reside on Park Avenue
And marry David Cohen at Temple Emanu-El
Oh, daddy dearest
I don't think your plans sound so swell
Oh, daddy dearest
I got something I wanna tell you
I do love you
I do father
But I wanna be a punk rocker
No, daughter dearest
Your best friend will be your therapist
Your face won't display pain anymore on account of your facelift
No, daughter dearest
You'll be alone in your Hamptons home
'Cause David will leave you for his twenty-year-old receptionist
No, daddy dearest
All your plans for me resemble hell
No, daddy dearest
I got something I wanna tell you
I do love you
I do father
But I wanna be a punk rocker
Oh, daddy, please don't go and erupt in hysterics
I was always terrible at math past the arithmetic
I'm aware I am defying your expectations
But I wanna feel every ear-splitting vibration
I know I didn't select a very lucrative art
But I gotta listen to the beating of my moshing heart
I do love you
I do father
But I wanna be a punk rocker
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2. |
Yellow Jacket Boy
02:33
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All the other fellas always wear something jive
But my yellow jacket boy, he stands out in the hive
With a coat of yellow leather, he looks mighty fine
I can always see him coming down the line
Yellow jacket boy
I can always see him coming down the line
Someday soon I swear I'm gonna make him mine
I can feel the buzz
That he gets when he's seein' me
Yellow jacket boy,
Oh, I wanna be your Queen Bee
Buzz, buzz, buzz
Yellow jacket boy
I can always see him coming down the line
Someday soon I swear I'm gonna make him mine
Ain't gonna be coy 'cause I am proud of being sleazy
I wanna talk to you about the birdies and the beesies
Ain't gonna be coy 'cause that's an adjective that I'm not
I want you darling boy to stick your stinger inside my honey pot
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3. |
Ms. Dolores
02:41
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Under the white light of the cafeteria
She hands the beef lasagna
To the second grader
Who spits onto the beef lasagna
Behind the counter
She begins to wonder:
When did my dreams die?
Where did my life go?
But Ms. Dolores
If you were gone
Who would feed the children?
How would they get nourishment?
Oh Ms. Dolores, recognize the importance of your role
Oh Ms. Dolores, go and wipe that frown from under your mole
One lunchtime
The kids are in line
Expecting to dine
But there's an issue inside the kitchen
Tiny bodies
Were collapsing
Out of starvation
'Cause Dolores is missing in action
She's at home on Cherry Street
A-weeping softly under her sheets
Thinking I could've been an actress
Or I could've been a stewardess
I coulda been a million things
Besides a school lunch lady
Serving children that don't think to thank me
But Ms. Dolores
When you were gone
No one fed the children
No one got nourishment
Please Ms. Dolores, recognize the importance of your role
Please Ms. Dolores, go and wipe that frown from under your mole
Someday soon
She enters the lunchroom
And every elementary schooler
Runs to the door to greet her
Wrapping their limbs 'round Dolores
They tell her they missed her
They tell her they love the way she prepares sloppy joes
And now she knows
Ms. Dolores has recognized the importance of her role
Ms. Dolores is wearing a smile underneath her mole
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