Nothing To See Here

Lola She’s Got Ebola

No More Pepsi–Cola

Rita I Like To See Her

She Likes Parking Meters

You’re Here For A Good Time

Not For A Long Time

Living On The Bread Line

Feeling Like A Misfit

Head Spinning Like A Drill Bit

Trying To Mind Your Business

Oh May Oh May

You Brighten Up Those Dark Days

Where Would I Be Without You

I Can’t Imagine Life Without You

I’m Really Lost Without You

You Have To Reach Out Don’t Fall Out

You’ll End Up In The Out House

You Have To Lay It On The Table

Be Willing And Able

Like A Baby In That Cradle

Your Daddy Loved You

You Never Had To Ask Why

Your Daddy Left You

But You Never Knew Why

Well You Keep On Crying

Thinking You Can’t Go On

Still You Keep On Crying

Thinking You Can’t Go On

Go On

Your Thinking You Can’t Go On

You’ve Gotta Take Stock

Living Life Ad Hoc

Standing Tall On Bed Rock

Trying To Make Dead Lines

Trying To Make Headlines

You Give Yourself A Hard Time

You’ve Gotta Push Through

You’ve Gotta Make Do

Or You Will End Up In A Big Stew

You’ve Gotta Stay Clean

Try To Keep Your Dreams

It’s Not As Bad As It Seems

Everybody Stand Back

Everybody Move Back

There’s Nothing To See Here At All

Yeah Everybody Move Back

Everybody Get Back

There’s Nothing To See Here At All