OO LA LA

Words and music by Boenobo

If I was you and you was me
We’d get along so swimmingly
Gun to the hand to the head to the sky
Suck up the ether, pop out an eye
But since I’m me and I’m guessing you’re you
Let’s get to what we’re supposed to get to
Chop shop the swap meat, blow up the mind
There’s more than one way to bump up a grind

Oo la la…

Riddle me this and I’ll riddle you that
You be the rabbit, I’ll be the hat
Working some voodoo, turning the trick
Riddle me suck and/or riddle me lick
Tell me a story—I’ll steal the book
And suck on the letters and numbers i took
Pull off their wrappers one at a time
Twisting’m turning’m making’m rhyme

Oo la la…

Bump junkies of the world: Unite!

I’ve got a puppet, you’ve got the strings
And a whole lotta fews of my favorite things
Let’s pop the top off this potion and trip
Five digits shy of the hint of a grip
You get the front, I’ll get the back
Repeat after me and prepare to lose track:
One for the funny, two for the show
Three for the in and the out and the O!

Oo la la…

BOTTOM LINE

Words and music by Boenobo

Who cares what came first
The chicken or the egg?
Who cares what came first
The foot or leg?
Who cares what came first
The ask or the beg?
Which of the worst is worse?
Shut up, grab a paddle, and row like this

Row! Row! Row like this!

Who cares what you’ve done
To become king?
Who cares what you climbed
To get to everything
Who cares who you did
And the positioning
We’re all bent over now
Shut up, grab a paddle, and row like this

Row! Row! Row like this!

HIT IT AGAIN

Words and music by Boenobo

You seem to think I’m a lotta bit off, c’mon
I’m barely here, for chrissakes, lordy c’mon
If I had a million bucks for every time, c’mon
I’d buy us all another planet, saddle up, c’mon

Hit it again

I’d like to introduce you to the other world, c’mon
Just flip your spoon like this, that’s right, c’mon
You’ll notice space and time bent funny, c’mon
No need to hold your breath anymore, let it go, c’mon

Hit it again

C’mon, c’mon, c’mon, hit it again

Let’s tell each other things we really shouldn’t know, c’mon
Let’s show each other things we really shouldn’t show, c’mon
Let’s stare into the sun all the live-long day, c’mon
Let’s pretend we won that one

C’mon, hit it again

SKIN I'M IN

Words and music by Boenobo

Every time i look at you i wish another hole in my head
Another hole in my head, another hole in my head
So that every time i looked at you i got three eyefuls instead
Of the two that i get with the two in my head

Every time i touch you i wish more nerves in my skin
More nerves in my skin, more nerves in my skin
So that every time i touched you was a whole new feelin
Than the last one i got with the skin that i’m in

Asa nisi masa voila, asa nisi…
That just the skin that I’m in

Every time i think of you my pants get tight
My pants go tight and they don’t quite fit right
Cuz each time i think about you my bucket gets light
It’s up, up and away, high on the kryptonite

Every time i’m with you i wish with you’d never end
That the space-time continuum would choose to bend
So that every time I was with you would happen again
And again and again and again and again and a…

Asa nisi masa voila, asa nisi…
That there’s the skin that I’m in

Words by Boenobo & Vegas, music by Boenobo

Welcome to our funhouse, so nice to have you hear
What do you think of all our fancy mirrors?
Dig the uh oh? Do you see uh oh?
Grab yourself a seat and sit yourself down
The handcuffs are tight but don’t you make a sound
You say: Uh oh

When everything’s right we’ll change the color out
To a shade you’ll love beyond the shadow of a doubt
Uh oh out of your uh oh
When everything’s wrong, you know it must be right
The sheets are in the hamper and we’ve cancelled all the flights
Uh oh Uh oh

Keep your hands in the car at all times and you might survive
At least that’s what they say
But if I were you I would let it go

Fry your flag proud, the deeper the better
One last feast before the stormy weather
So says the radio, brought to you by uh oh
Dig yourself in deep and cover up your head
Cuz same day soon we’ll be burning in our beds
And we say uh oh

Keep your hands in the car at all times and you might survive
At least that’s what they say
But if I were you I would let it go

So much for mirrors, smoke is all the rage
A side of fucked of eating of the tree, I’d say
Tastes like uh oh, comes up up oh

We’ll throw you for a loop, we’ll kill off all the brakes
We’ll send you into tunnels, make no mistake
This is uh oh, thrillin’ uh oh
Seems like the most of us get lost along the way
It’s just the kind of ride that’ll make you wanna scream
This is uh oh, I mean uh oh

Didja lose your shit along way?
We sure hope so — after all, it’ll be ok
Pick up your photos at the door
Thank you for joining us today