(spoken)
Biffy on the drums and Dennis, you on the bass
When I count this off, ya'll give me a little Texas
Playboy type rhythm, okay
One, two, three four
(spoken)
Gather round friends, why hurry
Let's all stay a little longer
(sing)
Ya oughta see my blue eyed Sally
She live way down on Shinbone Alley
The number on the gate, the number on the door
The next house over is the grocery store
Stay all night, stay a little longer
Dance all night, dance a little longer
Pull off your coat, throw it in the corner
Don't see why ya don't stay a little longer
(spoken) Georgie French on the piano
Good mornin' Joe
Can't go home if you're goin' by the mill
'Cause the bridge washed out at the bottom of the hill
The big creek's up and the little creek's level
I plow my corn with a doubled shovel
Stay all night, stay a little longer
Dance all night, dance a little longer
Pull off your coat, throw it in the corner
Don't see why ya don't stay a little longer
(spoken)
That's Tiny Roy
Hey
Sittin, in the window singin' to my love
Slop bucket fell from the window up above
Mule and grasshopper eatin' ice cream
The mule got sick so they laid him on the green
Stay all night, stay a little longer
Dance all night, dance a little longer
Pull off your coat, throw it in the corner
Don't see why ya don't stay a little longer
(scat singing)
Grab your gal and pat her on the head
If she don't like biscuits feed her corn bread
If the girls don't
They jump on a man like a dog on a bone
Stay all night, stay a little longer
Dance all night, dance a little longer
Pull off your coat, throw it in the corner
Don't see why ya don't stay a little longer
Stay all night, stay a little longer
Dance all night, dance a little longer
Pull off your coat, throw it in the corner
Don't see why ya don't stay a little longer{winding sound} Oohh, I like this toy! Hmm, watch it go.
{Gun fire} Ay! Ah! Ay! Uh!
{Telephone ringing} {beeping sound}
We're sorry, the person you are calling is dead
I was like six, I used to get dissed by the chicks
And everyone would chase me and hit me with bricks
And rocks and sticks and callin' me names
And fill my lunchbox with frog brains,Ugh!
When I left school it was much iller
My daddy was a serial killer, and how about that
He always made me sit in the back
With all his dead bodies in my lap, Move!
When I got home, enough of the static
Hammer and tools and up to the attic
Never knew any other girls or boys
Only my toys toys toys Bang clang hammer and twist
Nobody knows I exist and I'm pissed
But I won't be mentally scarred Instead I make toys, toys of the graveyard Monday,
Ring of the bell It's all about show and tell
Might as well Show all of these bastards just what I got
Yo check out my toy box.
"Nothin' feels better than a good hardy-har-har. Right boys and girls?"
We got dead bodies everywhere you look
All the nerds sittin up front got cooked
Others start screamin and makin a dash
So I start handin out toys fast at last
You like slinkies?
We got slinkies!
Only mine like to wrap around your face then stretch, twist, kazoom,
And whip your body all over the fuckin room
So come one at a time
Open your gift, and what you will find
Is a toy my friend, that you'll never forget
It's not everyday that you get your skull split
You like soldiers?
We got soldiers!
Made with rubber and steel They look real
But I wouldn't just toss 'em under yo bed
That's how you get a axe to the fo' head
Oh, and don't let 'em sit around all day
Come home and find your mom... dead in the hallway
Cuz they can be nifty All the toys are shifty (he-he) In my toy box (huh?)
"Woooowie, that sure sounds l