ONE OF MANNIE'S SONGS (with commentary by ulmo)
Cigarettes and chocolate milk
These are just a couple of my cravings
Everything it seems I like's a little bit stronger
A little bit thicker, a little bit harmful for me
THAT, my friends, explains everything. The fucking sod can't go for the simple things. If he wants a slice of fucking bacon, he orders the entire fucking pig sizzling its skewered self on a stick with a jellied apple stuck in its bloody mouth. If he wants a glass of chocolate milk, he fucking injects cocao beans and sugar into a mad cow and sticks it in a washing machine. If he wants a hit of ganja, he goes up and down Yavanna's front lawn using his fucking mouth as a hoover. Most amusing, I tell you.
If I should buy jellybeans
Have to eat them all in just one sitting
Everything it seems I like's a little bit sweeter,
A little bit fatter, a little bit harmful for me
This is Ulmo. This is Ulmo sniggering his cute little fucking face off, see?
And then there's those other things
Which for several reasons we won't mention
Everything about 'em is a little bit stranger, a little bit harder
A little bit deadly
Whoever thought the bastard would write a confessional? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
It isn't very smart
Tends to make one part
So brokenhearted
That part is about Mannie's unrequited lust for Irmo.
Sitting here remembering me
Always been a shoe made for the city
Go ahead accuse me of just singing about places
With scrappy boys faces have general run of the town
*snigger*
Playing with prodigal sons
Takes a lot of sentimental valiums
Can't expect the world to be your Raggedy Andy
While running on empty you little old doll with a frown
Fucking awwww. Almost makes you feel sorry for him until you fucking remember that picture of him going up and down Yavanna's lawn like a hoover. Excuse me one moment. I have a bit of a cough.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! Moving on.
You got to keep in the game
Retaining mystique while facing forward
I suggest a reading of 'A Lesson in Tightropes'
Or 'Surfing Your High Hopes' or 'Adios Kansas'
It isn't very smart
Tends to make one part
So brokenhearted
[still rolling on the ground laughing, nevermind the 'moving on'. It was a fucking lie.]
Still there's not a show on my back
Holes or a friendly intervention
I'm just a little bit heiress, a little bit Irish
A little bit Tower of Pisa
Whenever I see ya
So please be kind if I'm a mess
Cigarettes and chocolate milk
Cigarettes and chocolate milk
Don't know what that's fucking about, but I fucking love my brother anyway, honestly, I fucking do.
*swings mic stand in a giant circumference which then strikes Mannie's skull*
Heeeheheheheheeeee!!! Byebye!!
These are just a couple of my cravings
Everything it seems I like's a little bit stronger
A little bit thicker, a little bit harmful for me
THAT, my friends, explains everything. The fucking sod can't go for the simple things. If he wants a slice of fucking bacon, he orders the entire fucking pig sizzling its skewered self on a stick with a jellied apple stuck in its bloody mouth. If he wants a glass of chocolate milk, he fucking injects cocao beans and sugar into a mad cow and sticks it in a washing machine. If he wants a hit of ganja, he goes up and down Yavanna's front lawn using his fucking mouth as a hoover. Most amusing, I tell you.
If I should buy jellybeans
Have to eat them all in just one sitting
Everything it seems I like's a little bit sweeter,
A little bit fatter, a little bit harmful for me
This is Ulmo. This is Ulmo sniggering his cute little fucking face off, see?
And then there's those other things
Which for several reasons we won't mention
Everything about 'em is a little bit stranger, a little bit harder
A little bit deadly
Whoever thought the bastard would write a confessional? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
It isn't very smart
Tends to make one part
So brokenhearted
That part is about Mannie's unrequited lust for Irmo.
Sitting here remembering me
Always been a shoe made for the city
Go ahead accuse me of just singing about places
With scrappy boys faces have general run of the town
*snigger*
Playing with prodigal sons
Takes a lot of sentimental valiums
Can't expect the world to be your Raggedy Andy
While running on empty you little old doll with a frown
Fucking awwww. Almost makes you feel sorry for him until you fucking remember that picture of him going up and down Yavanna's lawn like a hoover. Excuse me one moment. I have a bit of a cough.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! Moving on.
You got to keep in the game
Retaining mystique while facing forward
I suggest a reading of 'A Lesson in Tightropes'
Or 'Surfing Your High Hopes' or 'Adios Kansas'
It isn't very smart
Tends to make one part
So brokenhearted
[still rolling on the ground laughing, nevermind the 'moving on'. It was a fucking lie.]
Still there's not a show on my back
Holes or a friendly intervention
I'm just a little bit heiress, a little bit Irish
A little bit Tower of Pisa
Whenever I see ya
So please be kind if I'm a mess
Cigarettes and chocolate milk
Cigarettes and chocolate milk
Don't know what that's fucking about, but I fucking love my brother anyway, honestly, I fucking do.
*swings mic stand in a giant circumference which then strikes Mannie's skull*
Heeeheheheheheeeee!!! Byebye!!