(Original song by Angry Samoans)
Nothing more you can leave behind.
So forget about seeing, and get it into your mind.
Whole thing is better when the world gets black.
Grab a fork, you make your first attack.
Lights out! Poke, poke, poke your eyes out! Lights out!
Put a pen in your hand and poke your eyes out.
I can't see too well what's it all about?
I don't know man, did you poke your eyes out?
First thing, I did it today, time to get hip to the lights out way.
Lights out! Poke, poke, poke your eyes out Lights out!
Put yourself on the floor, that's what
Dust My Broom
When I woke up this mornin'
had a smile run across my face.
My baby from town just had to get down,
come and drag me all over the place.
Gonta drive on a flatbed trailer truck
down on highway fifty-nine.
I had the blues and my baby, she knew
she's holdin' little piece of mind.
Down brownie,
my brownie downtown,
down brownie.
Got my share and I'm a black hand cottonfield
just to try and keep myself alive.
Eatin' red beans and rice with the right sauce, it's nice
or anything you wanna try.
Now I'm hitchin' a ride back from Brownie's,
I'm kind of sad but I feel alright.
The cold night it stings but I got me some wings,
I'll be flyin' into Houston tonight.