Scatterbrain Lyrics

Scatterbrain Lyrics

"Tastes Just Like Chicken Lyrics"

Precious Lyrics
(Orbison) You are not just another sweet human You're precious, precious to me you are not just my love for the moment You're precious, precious to me Are you some kind of angel Who lost your way to a star? Wonder why, why me? Don't you even

How much wood could a woodchuck chuck,
If a woodchuck couldn't chuck wood?
It would chuck as much wood as a woodchuck could,
If a Woodchuck couldn't chuck wood?

Safe and simple like a game,
Pumping out the same old same.
Repetitive regurgitation
It's the Pepsi generation

Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled pepper
A peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked
If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers,
Where's the peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked

Straight ahead follow the path,
Is it music or is it ma
Be a Man Lyrics
Hey! yeah, yeah. Uh huh. Bustin' ass all day Just to put food on the table. And I always will for as long as I am able. Done all I could, Ev'rything that a man should do. Still they refuse to call me, Call me what I am. Hey! Do you know what it take
th?
With formulas for going gold
The same old thing it's getting old.

Blah, blah, blah, blah...
Blah blah blah blah blah blah,
Standardized, homogenized, sterilized,
I've heard that song before
Deodorized, commercialized, televised
I've heard that song before

Betty Botter bought some butter, but she said "This
butter's bitter
If I put it in my batter, my batter will be bitter,
But a bit of better butter will make my batter better"
Then Betty Botter bought some butter,
Better than the bitter butter, put it in he
Screaming in Digital Lyrics
I am the beat of your pulse The computer word made flesh We are one you and I We are versions of the same When you can see what I feel Don't turn your back on me Or you might find that your dreams Are only program cards Your mind is open for me Open
batter.
She put a bit of better butter into her batter- made
her batter better!

Blah, blah, blah, blah....
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah blah...
Standardized, homogenized, sterilized
If heard that song before
Deodorized, commercialized, televised
I've heard that song before

Recycle it, trash for cash
Gonna be a hit gonna be a smash
Mmmm!, tastes just like chicken...

In my car I drive along, the radio it plays a song.
To the song I sing along, I sing along to the song.
Why do I sing, sing along?
Do I sing cause i
The Plainsman Lyrics
I come from the moor and the mointain, from the waterfall and stream. I've turned my back on the mountain track; I'm walking in a dream. And ev'ry new horizon to mee it looks the same But ev'rywhere looks old and bare while trav'ling on the plain. There's no-one rides t
t's a good song?
Or because I'm brainwashed
'Cause I hear it every five minutes!
I sing along to dog food commercials too,
I don't see the difference, do you?
A dog can lip-sync too
The Mainstream, can you say bore?
Respectable, acceptable, I've heard that song before.

Standardized, homogenized, sterilized
I've heard that song before
Deodorized, commercialized, televised
I've heard that song before
Before, Before, I've heard that song before
Standardized, homogenized, sterilized
I've heard that song before.