I got me a recipe that always leads to trouble
Blows my kitchen all to hell and leaves me in the rubble
I don't know why, but I'll just die if I don't try it again
I got the ingredients 'cause I keep them all on hand
I'm gonna bake my gourd though it all ends badly
And everything I have goes up in smoke
The secret's in the sauce I use
It makes me feel like I can't lose
But I still can, and I guess that's the joke.
If I had the sense to, I would throw the thing away
But the only time I think of it is every single day
And I don't know why, but I'll just die if I don't try it again
And if I need ingredients, I can find them all on hand
I'm going to bake my gourd in a real hot oven
While on the griddle I got things to fry
The secret's in the sauce I use
One taste and you just can't refuse
It's all so sweet and perfect you could cry
Baked Out of My Gourd
- Paco Del Stinko
- Hot for Teacher
- Posts: 3542
- Joined: Fri Apr 07, 2006 11:20 am
- Instruments: Basic rock, at a basic level.
- Recording Method: Roland 2480
- Submitting as: Paco del Stinko
- Location: Massachusetts. God save the Commonwealth!
Baked Out Of My Gourd
Baked Out Of My Gourd - Paco del Stinko
I got up for school at six in the morning
Over to Alan's whether snowing or pouring
He had a bong made from a Hi-C can
And getting ripped before school was our daily plan
The fact can't be ignored - I was baked out of my gourd
The fact can't be ignored - I was baked out of my gourd yeah
I would float through the halls and drift off to class
Right before lunch I was draggin' my ass
Sitting in English with my head on the desk
Snorin' and droolin' well, you know the rest
The fact can't be ignored - I was baked out of my gourd
The fact can't be ignored - I was baked out of my gourd yeah
If I could go back (you can't go back)
I wouldn't do it again (you can't go back)
I'd hit the books (can't go)
And I'd ace grade ten, yeah
The fact can't be ignored
The fact can't be ignored
The fact can't be ignored (you can't ignore)
The fact can't be ignored (you can't ignore)
The fact can't be ignored (that you were baked)
The fact can't be ignored (you can't ignore)
The fact can't be ignored (that you were baked)
The fact can't be ignored I was baked out of my gourd yeah
I got up for school at six in the morning
Over to Alan's whether snowing or pouring
He had a bong made from a Hi-C can
And getting ripped before school was our daily plan
The fact can't be ignored - I was baked out of my gourd
The fact can't be ignored - I was baked out of my gourd yeah
I would float through the halls and drift off to class
Right before lunch I was draggin' my ass
Sitting in English with my head on the desk
Snorin' and droolin' well, you know the rest
The fact can't be ignored - I was baked out of my gourd
The fact can't be ignored - I was baked out of my gourd yeah
If I could go back (you can't go back)
I wouldn't do it again (you can't go back)
I'd hit the books (can't go)
And I'd ace grade ten, yeah
The fact can't be ignored
The fact can't be ignored
The fact can't be ignored (you can't ignore)
The fact can't be ignored (you can't ignore)
The fact can't be ignored (that you were baked)
The fact can't be ignored (you can't ignore)
The fact can't be ignored (that you were baked)
The fact can't be ignored I was baked out of my gourd yeah
Bringin' the stink since 2006.
- Levittdown
- Ain't Talkin' 'Bout Love
- Posts: 29
- Joined: Tue Apr 15, 2014 7:26 pm
- Submitting as: Levittdown
Re: Baked Out of My Gourd
Baked Out Of My Gourd - Levittdown
When I started living I was really young
I didn't know a hope from a dream
People would smile and hug and kiss
And it was happy or so it seemed
Somewhere along the way it all went wrong
And the world went from high to low
I had to grow up, I had to give up
And make a living it really blows
Now I'm baked out of my gourd
The world left unexplored
Sitting on my ass at desk
Looking around, I'm a total mess
Baked out of my gourd
One could say completely bored
Watching the clock is what I do best
I'm baked and burnt like all the rest
When I started living I was really young
I didn't know a hope from a dream
People would smile and hug and kiss
And it was happy or so it seemed
Somewhere along the way it all went wrong
And the world went from high to low
I had to grow up, I had to give up
And make a living it really blows
Now I'm baked out of my gourd
The world left unexplored
Sitting on my ass at desk
Looking around, I'm a total mess
Baked out of my gourd
One could say completely bored
Watching the clock is what I do best
I'm baked and burnt like all the rest
"Cool tune! Love the "Teethmarks won't fade away" hook, wish I'd thunk of that one"
Jack Logan
Jack Logan
- Lunkhead
- You're No Good
- Posts: 8107
- Joined: Sat Sep 25, 2004 12:14 pm
- Instruments: many
- Recording Method: cubase/mac/tascam4x4
- Submitting as: Berkeley Social Scene, Merisan, Tiny Robots
- Pronouns: he/him
- Location: Berkeley, CA
- Contact:
Re: Baked Out of My Gourd
"Baked Out Of My Gourd" by Berkeley Social Scene
Took a trip up to the bay
Just needed to get out of LA
Hitched my way to Haight Ashbury
Found myself in a dispensary
Now I'm baked out of my gourd
On my knees and praying to the lord
I can't undo what I've done
Feeling a high I can't outrun
Filled my pipe and took a hit
Smoke rising, and ashes glowing
Straight to my head but I’ll be OK
No one cares about me anyway
Now I'm baked out of my gourd
On my knees and praying to the lord
I can't undo what I've done
Feeling a high I can't outrun
This is not a test
This is an acid test
This is not a test
This is an acid test
Now I’m free as I can be
The dealers all know me by name
Found a room in an old Victorian
Sleep on the floor but I’m still kickin’
Now I'm baked out of my gourd
On my knees and praying to the lord
I can't undo what I've done
Feeling a high I can't outrun
Took a trip up to the bay
Just needed to get out of LA
Hitched my way to Haight Ashbury
Found myself in a dispensary
Now I'm baked out of my gourd
On my knees and praying to the lord
I can't undo what I've done
Feeling a high I can't outrun
Filled my pipe and took a hit
Smoke rising, and ashes glowing
Straight to my head but I’ll be OK
No one cares about me anyway
Now I'm baked out of my gourd
On my knees and praying to the lord
I can't undo what I've done
Feeling a high I can't outrun
This is not a test
This is an acid test
This is not a test
This is an acid test
Now I’m free as I can be
The dealers all know me by name
Found a room in an old Victorian
Sleep on the floor but I’m still kickin’
Now I'm baked out of my gourd
On my knees and praying to the lord
I can't undo what I've done
Feeling a high I can't outrun
- GravityJohnson
- Ain't Talkin' 'Bout Love
- Posts: 72
- Joined: Thu Mar 03, 2016 12:49 pm
- Submitting as: Macaque Attack
- Location: England
- Contact:
Re: Baked Out of My Gourd
Macaque Attack - "Baked Out Of My Gourd"
Verse 1
I'm so hungry I just can't smoke any more,
Lying in a cloud that stings my eyes,
Jimi to my left, Elvis on my right
Need to move and satisfy this emptiness,
My legs are stone and my arms are numb,
Eyelids heavy and my ears thrum,
Chorus 1
Jim Morrison's Indian spirit is here,
Harlem Shaking with Lauren Bacall,
Bogie's swinging from the chandelier,
Must be baked right out of my gourd,
Out of my gourd
Verse 2
They're all staring at me I'm so paranoid,
Need to hit the road and get some food,
Before Buster Keaton strips down nude,
I'll just climb upon my purple unicorn,
Fly out of my window across the sand,
Helpful waving beavers show us where to land,
Chorus 2
And the ground like jelly starts to swallow me up,
As a chicken bodied lion roars,
Head spinning round like a gyroscope,
Must be baked right out of my gourd,
Out of my gourd,
Verse 1
I'm so hungry I just can't smoke any more,
Lying in a cloud that stings my eyes,
Jimi to my left, Elvis on my right
Need to move and satisfy this emptiness,
My legs are stone and my arms are numb,
Eyelids heavy and my ears thrum,
Chorus 1
Jim Morrison's Indian spirit is here,
Harlem Shaking with Lauren Bacall,
Bogie's swinging from the chandelier,
Must be baked right out of my gourd,
Out of my gourd
Verse 2
They're all staring at me I'm so paranoid,
Need to hit the road and get some food,
Before Buster Keaton strips down nude,
I'll just climb upon my purple unicorn,
Fly out of my window across the sand,
Helpful waving beavers show us where to land,
Chorus 2
And the ground like jelly starts to swallow me up,
As a chicken bodied lion roars,
Head spinning round like a gyroscope,
Must be baked right out of my gourd,
Out of my gourd,
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- Beat It
- Posts: 5348
- Joined: Sat Sep 25, 2004 11:33 am
- Instruments: Bass, keyboards, singin', guitar
- Submitting as: Johnny Cashpoint
- Location: London, Engerllaaannnddd
- Contact:
Re: Baked Out of My Gourd
Baked Out Of My Gourd by Mister Johnny Cashpoint
Joyless, dull as rain,
Film that's baked out of its gourd,
Batman Vs Superman -
DC fanboys, this is our reward...
Oh, Zack Snyder, did ya just stone
Our ten year old selves again?
Bored out of my skull.
Like I'm baked out of my gourd.
Marvel Zombies winning since
Ted Kord got skull-f*cked by Maxwell Lord.
Should have learnt our lesson back when
Zack shat all over the Watchmen
The Dark Knight Returns -
Hardly Crime and Punishment.
Dawn of Justice? No, go f*ck this.
Rather watch a Michael Bay teleplay.
Joyless, dull as rain,
Film that's baked out of its gourd,
Batman Vs Superman -
DC fanboys, this is our reward...
Oh, Zack Snyder, did ya just stone
Our ten year old selves again?
Bored out of my skull.
Like I'm baked out of my gourd.
Marvel Zombies winning since
Ted Kord got skull-f*cked by Maxwell Lord.
Should have learnt our lesson back when
Zack shat all over the Watchmen
The Dark Knight Returns -
Hardly Crime and Punishment.
Dawn of Justice? No, go f*ck this.
Rather watch a Michael Bay teleplay.
- Chumpy
- Twilight Sparkle
- Posts: 691
- Joined: Sat Apr 18, 2015 2:06 pm
- Instruments: Vocals, guitar, bass
- Recording Method: Logic
- Submitting as: Jerkatorium, Chumpy
- Pronouns: he/him
- Location: Seattle, WA
- Contact:
Re: Baked Out of My Gourd
Baked Out Of My Gourd
by Jerkatorium & Micah Sommersmith
When I was a younger man, I started up a band
When we got up on stage, we lost control.
Now I know what you’re thinking, we weren’t smoking or drinking:
The only drug for us was rock and roll.
But since we’ve gotten famous, I feel so lost and aimless,
My well of inspiration has run dry,
I was thinking, “What’s the point?” Then my bassist passed a joint;
Now I can only rock out when I’m high.
Yes I gotta get baked out of my gourd
Otherwise I can’t play a single chord
Baked, Baked, Baked out of our Gourd
It's the only way to get through
And if you're like me, I think you'll agree
So come on and get baked too.
the boss i must endure, he’s a patronizing boor
and the server alarms they ring out all the day
being a pager monkey's made me a pothead junkie
i need to get high in the worst kind of way
now it's reboot some machine, and let’s crank up the Ween
I want to float away on a cotton ball
but i've got hours to go, and wouldn't you just know
i’m stuck here on some pointless conference call
yes i gotta get baked out of my gourd
after 8 long hours terminally bored
Baked, Baked, Baked out of our Gourd
It's the only way to get through
And if you're like me, I think you'll agree
So come on and get baked too.
<k-rad accordion solo>
Chorus repeat 2X.
by Jerkatorium & Micah Sommersmith
When I was a younger man, I started up a band
When we got up on stage, we lost control.
Now I know what you’re thinking, we weren’t smoking or drinking:
The only drug for us was rock and roll.
But since we’ve gotten famous, I feel so lost and aimless,
My well of inspiration has run dry,
I was thinking, “What’s the point?” Then my bassist passed a joint;
Now I can only rock out when I’m high.
Yes I gotta get baked out of my gourd
Otherwise I can’t play a single chord
Baked, Baked, Baked out of our Gourd
It's the only way to get through
And if you're like me, I think you'll agree
So come on and get baked too.
the boss i must endure, he’s a patronizing boor
and the server alarms they ring out all the day
being a pager monkey's made me a pothead junkie
i need to get high in the worst kind of way
now it's reboot some machine, and let’s crank up the Ween
I want to float away on a cotton ball
but i've got hours to go, and wouldn't you just know
i’m stuck here on some pointless conference call
yes i gotta get baked out of my gourd
after 8 long hours terminally bored
Baked, Baked, Baked out of our Gourd
It's the only way to get through
And if you're like me, I think you'll agree
So come on and get baked too.
<k-rad accordion solo>
Chorus repeat 2X.
"I don't recommend ending on a bad joke." --ken
- slyeli
- Ain't Talkin' 'Bout Love
- Posts: 81
- Joined: Mon May 04, 2015 2:54 am
- Instruments: Guitar
- Recording Method: Ableton Live, Mackie Onyx 1620, Rode K2, Orange Tiny Terror
- Submitting as: Sly Eli
- Pronouns: he/him
- Location: UK
- Contact:
Re: Baked Out of My Gourd
Baked Out Of My Gourd by Sly Eli
How does it feel
When you don't know what is real
Baked out of my gourd on Bubba's crustacean
All of this shrimp
Are making me feel limp
And I've got to find the bathroom in this restaurant
If you tell me where to go
I'll be thanking you with roses by the dozen
But if you can't well I'll understand you know
'cos it's a strange and complicated situation
All of this talk
About dessert and a walk
Is making me feel queasy and I reckon
You and your friends
On the tables in my presence
Have got about 60 seconds till Armageddon
And if you run well I won't take offense
'cos I'll be blowing chunks of seafood by the dozen
But if you stay then prepare yourself for war
it'll be a strange and complicated situation
It might go wrong but it won't be too long
Till I'm back there in my bucket with a shovel
And I will shout this to everyone
My dedication to all you can eat has doubled
My dedication to all you can eat has doubled
How does it feel
When you don't know what is real
Baked out of my gourd on Bubba's crustacean
All of this shrimp
Are making me feel limp
And I've got to find the bathroom in this restaurant
If you tell me where to go
I'll be thanking you with roses by the dozen
But if you can't well I'll understand you know
'cos it's a strange and complicated situation
All of this talk
About dessert and a walk
Is making me feel queasy and I reckon
You and your friends
On the tables in my presence
Have got about 60 seconds till Armageddon
And if you run well I won't take offense
'cos I'll be blowing chunks of seafood by the dozen
But if you stay then prepare yourself for war
it'll be a strange and complicated situation
It might go wrong but it won't be too long
Till I'm back there in my bucket with a shovel
And I will shout this to everyone
My dedication to all you can eat has doubled
My dedication to all you can eat has doubled