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SweeneyToad
Somebody Get Me A Doctor
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by Sweeney Toad 🐸

Alien mothership hovered above our town
For one straight month they all hung around
All my friends sat and stared so much fun
We just sat around and straight smoked up all the blunts
Aliens descended it was time to get up
Let’s fist bump look I won’t let up
You better bet what I’m about to do rocks
Sock em on the helmet with a concrete block

I’m the talk of the town
The top chat
Top cat
Top cat of the town
You top that, you can’t
DAMN
I’m the talk of the town
The top chat
Top fat
Top fat of the land
You top that, you can’t
DAMN

I karate chop chop chop chopped them in the face
Crack their skull open with a karate chop wait
I karate chop chop chop chopped them in the head
Crack their skull open with a karate chop dead
I killed every alien invader to set foot in my town
Karate kick roundhouse put my foot in their mouth
Killed every alien my life bar went down to zero
Went down in history as the home town hero

I’m the talk of the town
The top chat
Top cat
Top cat of the town
You top that, you can’t
DAMN
I’m the talk of the town
The top chat
Top fat
Top fat of the land
You top that, you can’t
DAMN
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the panna cotta army
Somebody Get Me A Doctor
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The Pannacotta Army

Tell me anything
Tell me anything you want because I'm lost when you speak
I could spend the night
I could spend all night just listening to your voice and never sleep

Oh you've got the gift of the gab
I act like I've lost my tongue
Oh you've got all the top chat
And I'm just another fool who's been struck dumb

Whisper something dark
Whisper something secret won't you put your lips up close to my ear
When you talk to me
When you talk I want to be the only one who can hear

Oh you've got the gift of the gab
I act like I've lost my tongue
Oh you've got all the top chat
And I'm just another fool who's been struck dumb

I don't know what to say
No I don't know what to say

I don't know what to say
So I give nothing away
I don't know what to say
I don't know what to say
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Push Comes to Shove
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Lichen Throat

I keep seeing posters with an ugly black cat
They call Le Chat Noir.
I try to say it just like that,
But the locals laugh and jeer.
There are books for sale on the sidewalk,
And the smell of chicken confit.
There’s a coffeehouse on every block,
But it’s hard to find good tea.
The night cats are out tonight,
On every bridge above the Seine.
In the lampposts’ pools of light,
Walking down the street and back again.

That black cat must be the top chat
In all this city’s streets.
Does he have the sharpest claws
On his dark and silent feet?
The night cats are out tonight,
On every bridge above the Seine.
In the lampposts’ pools of light,
Walking down the street and back again.

The Hôtel de Ville is not a hotel,
Georges Pompidou is not George Clemenceau.

There are crazy writers in their demimondes,
Brooding on infernos and cancer,
Chasing all the brunettes and blondes
And sultry cabaret dancers.
There’s a guy named Eli looking for his miss
On the boulevards of Montmartre.
Will she greet him with a lengthy kiss
Or run and hide her heart?
The night cats are out tonight,
On every bridge above the Seine.
In the lampposts’ pools of light,
Walking down the street and back again.

They removed the locks from the Pont des Arts
And locked the doors of the Louvre.
They tore the locks of love apart
Because the mayor disapproved.

I sat behind the burned-out shell
Of the Cathedral Notre-Dame.
The air still held a smokey smell,
And the night was strangely calm.
Seven stories on each side,
Of pale and creamy stones.
The breezes and the lovers sighed,
While I sat still, alone.
The night cats are out tonight,
On every bridge above the Seine.
In the lampposts’ pools of light,
Walking down the street and back again.
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