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Here are the lyrics for all of the record, "The Shape Of Things To Have Come And Gone," or as DNA calls it, TSOTTHCAG. If you are reading these, you should also be willing to wash DNA's car. Afterwards, DNA has included different lyrics from a variety of DNA songs, old and new. Enjoy! Hey Kids Hey kids, don’t be so hard on your old man, he’s doing the best that he can. He once was a kid too, y’know, although, that was a pretty long time ago. Before the bills and the family and the upkeep on the home; Before the car and the school and payment on the student loan. Hey kids, don’t disrespect your old man, sleeping there sprawled out in his easy chair. He once looked more like you well-muscled too, and he had a hell of a lot more hair. Before the bills and the family and the upkeep on the home; Before the car and the school and payment on the student loan. Be glad he doesn’t know how to hang a plasma TV on the wall Or why it’s important to text your friends hanging out at the mall. Hey kids, growing old was never part of the plan, it never is when you’re a young man. He once was in a rock and roll band, your friends will think he’s cool but you’ll never understand Before the bills and the family and the upkeep on the home; Before the car and the school and payment on the student loan. Hey kids, let him remember the glory days, senility is still a few days away. He once drove a car that was the bomb, had a hot chick on his arm, guess what, that was your mom! Before the bills and the family and the upkeep on the home; Before the car and the school and payment on the student loan. Could you imagine if your dad was still cool how creepy that would be Hanging out with 17 year olds, buying clothes at Hot Topic, even though he’s 40? Well Well, I tried to tell the truth But you, you lied, before you knew The truth in all of its infamy And how, ugly the truth can be But now that you know aren’t you happy? That the well, that you tapped Has gone dry, has went sour has been Sapped, has caved in, has collapsed has been Capped? Thought it took a savior to turn that Water to w(h)ine But now that its done all we gotta do is Waste a little time To turn that wine into vinegar Well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well Were we ever in love, do you remember the place? Or the feelings we felt do you still feel a trace? Or impressions of the time we cared, Or an outline of the love we shared, Or is all that’s left the depression in your heart? I’m so sorry to hear, that you’re not Well, you seem sick Your mind’s eye Has been tricked. It’s sublime, Difficult to see Except for you Except for me Now you know the truth in all its infamy And how ugly the truth can be But now that you know, aren’t you Happy? Happy? Happy? Happy? Well? Plate Tectonic King Alfred Wegener, what do you know! Universally despised not long ago. Naysayers’ ideas withered and died, But your ideas made worlds collide. By comparative analysis of fossil flora and fauna; Pangea, subsequently, Laurasia and Gondwana; Continental drift, and polar wandering, Makes you the plate tectonic king. The plate tectonic king Some of Wegener’s ideas were wrong--- Like ocean floors which continents plowed along. He couldn’t’ explain how the continents moved And so his theories were ignored or disproved. But new evidence provided by paleomagnetism Rock matches on each side of the Atlantic schism Along with new theories, like seafloor spreading Makes you the plate tectonic king. The plate tectonic king Ridge push, slab pull, convection in the lithosphere Magnetic reversals and anomalies, Divergent, convergent, and transform boundaries Ocean drilling and satellite photos seem pretty clear That convection currents in the mantle rock Brings the hot mantle up to the top. Mid-oceanic ridges are caused by rising flow Ocean trenches plunge the cold rock below The distribution of volcanoes and earthquakes explained Mantle plumes and hot spots raising islands in long chains The theory of plate tectonics remains especially appealing Which makes you the plate tectonic king The plate tectonic king Alfred Wegener, what do you know? The plate tectonic king Alfred Wegener, what do you know? The plate tectonic king Alfred Wegener, what do you know? I Wish I Would Have Listened To Him More He rapped his knuckles on the table The rhythm let you know he was around He’d have danced if his knees were able If you were close enough his “love taps” could knock you to the ground He was quick to joke and quick to anger A better friend you’d never get Judged a man solely by his actions And if you crossed him once you surely would regret the day you met He was strong, he was tough, he was hard, he was brave, He was fair, he was honest, principled and unafraid. He was kind, he was faithful, he was simple, he was wise, He was funny, he was thoughtful, would cut a bully down to size. He raised me right, stood up to fight for the things worth fighting for. I wish I would have listened to him more. It was hard for him to say he was sorry I’ve learned it’s hard for any dad to say he’s wrong But he shouldered so much pain and worry Sometimes it’s difficult to bend when you have to be so strong He taught us all the simple lessons Like do your best and do what’s right Stand up for what you believe in And believe with all your might He was strong, he was tough, he was hard, he was brave, He was fair, he was honest, principled and unafraid. He was kind, he was faithful, he was simple, he was wise, He was funny, he was thoughtful, would cut a bully down to size. He raised me right, stood up to fight for the things worth fighting for. I wish I would have listened to him more. (solo) He was strong, he was tough, he was hard, he was brave, He was fair, he was honest, principled and unafraid. He was kind, he was faithful, he was simple, he was wise, He was funny, he was thoughtful, would cut a bully down to size. He raised me right, stood up to fight for the things worth fighting for. I wish I would have listened to him more. Folsom Prison I hear the train a comin’ it’s rollin’ ‘round the bend And I ain’t seen the sunshine, since I don’t know when I’m stuck in Folsom Prison, and time keeps draggin’ on But the train keeps a rollin’ on down to San Antone. When I was just a baby, my momma told me, “Son, Always be a good boy, don’t ever play with guns.” But I shot a man in Reno, just to watch him die. But when I hear that whistle blowin’ I hang my head and cry. (solo) I bet there’s rich folks eatin’ in their fancy dining cars They’re probably drinkin’ coffee and smokin’ big cigars But I know I had it comin’ I know I can’t be free But those people keep a movin’ and that’s what tortures me. Well if they freed me from this prison if that railroad train was mine I’d bet I’d move out a little a little farther down the line Far from Folsom Prison that’s where I want to stay And I ‘d let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away. (solo) Hard Science You’ve got a heart of stone As hard to crack and fragile like and ancient bone Your granite smile tries to hide the faults of your rocky façade crumbling inside I can’t chisel through the layers deposited by you To protect the delicate impression of the feelings you’ve fossilized I didn’t expect that my degree in paleontology would come in so handily I like your Geology I would like to graph the equation that would map the curve of your spine Your hips, your lips, your fingertips trace a perfect ellipse Which contradicts the tangents in my mind. You know my angle, I’m deriving your cosign, and my solution is your change over time. I like your Geometry, I like your Geometry, Pythagoras, he would agree You spin the world, not gravity And then it happened, I won, and she was mine, and that special place in my mind that she occupied really did change over time, so that she was no longer who I loved, but what I defined. I don’t need you to analyze, or synthesize, or criticize, the thousands of ways the things I say or think or feel is wrong. My house of cards rests precariously upon the shards Of the glass one that I built and shattered, and scattered through the pieces of my life, To the winds of the world, which have battered them, for so very long. I don’t need psychology, Astronomy, or Biology, to give you what I see you need, So I’ll leave with my apology. A Brief History Of The DNA Vibrator Went to school at Southern Illinois University at Carbondale Fucked up just enough so that despite myself I nearly failed Me and my homies on Hayes we would have parties for days The scourge of the neighborhood, our music landed us in jail. We spent our 20’s in and out of half a dozen different bands We spent our money in the studio like each dollar was a grain of sand All on a quest to be granted immortality A little radio airplay and our moment of truth would be at hand. It’s a funny thing your life has a way of working itself out No matter which road you choose it follows a single route My bands didn’t hit it big, but every so often I still play a gig I will always have my music and that’s what it’s all about. The Three Deaths Of Juan Belmonte Juan Belmonte, toreador, left a myth to explore Defining what it is to be a man, to face your fears, to take a stand The three deaths of Juan Belmonte The three deaths of Juan Belmonte The three deaths of Juan Belmonte Friends with Ernest Hemmingway, checked out the same way Knew when he had passed his prime, he selected his own time The three deaths of Juan Belmonte The three deaths of Juan Belmonte The three deaths of Juan Belmonte Well Juan’s alright, yeah he’s okay Tomorrow will be a brighter day Survived the night and he’s seen the light Cuz Juan was right, yeah! Juan wanted to die in one of three ways: Horse riding, bullfighting, or getting laid I’d prefer to be in bed, but either way, you end up dead The three deaths of Juan Belmonte The three deaths of Juan Belmonte The three deaths of Juan Belmonte Well Juan’s alright, yeah, he’s okay Future’s in his hands, charting his own way Defended by might what he knew was right Juan had the sight to see past today To dream of his country’s new glory days Took a path one night, set a fire alight Now it’s burning bright if you wish to see You can control your destiny May not agree with his methodology But Juan was right, yeah! Victim Of Vicious Love He didn’t mean to harm anyone. He felt a little like Prince Charming and Don Juan Rolled into one but she deserved so much more, to be treated like a queen instead of a whore. Think about who you’re pleasing whose consciousness you’re easing Caught in the grips of an everyday life, she was tired of being a mother and a wife. Tired of looking around and seeing, other people enjoying just being alive. Think about who you’re pleasing whose consciousness you’re easing Victim of Vicious Love Victim of Vicious Love Victim of Vicious Love Victim of Vicious Love Each the object of the others’ desires, they were burned into adulterers and liars. Out of control in heated lust, incinerating everything that could combust. Think about who you’re pleasing whose consciousness you’re easing Less Than 1% Not so defiant now that you’re all alone. The shoes on the other foot since you’ve Walked so far from home. How does it feel to have a target on your back? To not know who’s a friend, or who’s Likely to attack? Hey, I Don’t believe that we can kill in God’s name Hey, I Think the righteous are the fuel of Hell’s flame Now that you’re caught and you can see what you’ve done, “It all felt so unreal” You thought when your hand was on the gun Facing your victims, the judge has your fate in his hands Mercy is not a concept that we truly understand Hey, I Don’t believe that we can kill in God’s name Hey, I Think the righteous are the fuel of Hell’s flame Less than 1% of DNA separates man from ape But you don’t’ hear gorillas preaching love but feeling hate Which species is more evolved only time will decide Which one of us lives within our bounds and which one commits mass suicide Now come to me children, let me gather my flock, the Lord has commanded a Thorny path to walk. The time is now, gather round, for us to ascend, drink, drink up from this cup This is the beginning, not the end Hey, I Don’t believe that we can kill in God’s name Hey, I Think the righteous are the fuel of Hell’s flame Less than 1% of DNA separates man from ape But you don’t’ hear gorillas preaching love but feeling hate Which species is more evolved only time will decide Which one of us lives within our bounds and which one commits mass suicide Pretty Ugly Pretty ugly, awfully nice Won’t you take some good advice Pick your contradictions up off the floor Don’t let complexity bother you anymore Pretty ugly, awfully nice Won’t you take some good advice Pick your contradictions up off the floor Don’t let complexity bother you anymore Silent scream waking dream Nearly perfect to me Pretty ugly Pretty ugly Pretty ugly Medicine Bag I got a medicine bag which keeps my sickness away I got a medicine bag which holds my demons at bay I got some voodoo charms and dolls made of clay I got some needles and pins which make my dolls obey I got a medicine bag, I got a medicine bag, I got a medicine bag, okay? I got a mojo suit, which I wear at night I got a mojo suit which comes on when I turn out the light I got some demon boots, made out of black rawhide I got some ways to go but which way I can’t decide I got a mojo suit, I got some demon boots, I got a message for you, alright? I’m givin’ up my magic to get to you Cuz without your spell I ain’t doin’ well I said without your love I’m goin’ to hell Without your love I’m goin’ to hell Without your love I’m goin’ to hell Without your love I’m goin’ to….Hell! I got a medicine bag, I got a medicine bag, I got a medicine bag, yeah! I’m givin’ up my magic to get to you Cuz without your spell I ain’t doin’ well I said without your love I’m goin’ to hell Without your love I’m goin’ to hell Without your love I’m goin’ to hell Without your love I’m goin’ to…. I’ll be your warlock king if you are my queen I’ll be your warlock king like you ain’t never seen I will be your priest if you’re my sacrifice I will take your soul left to my own device I’ll be your warlock king, I’ll be your warlock king, I’ll be your warlock king, If you’ll be my……queen. Ghost Riders In The Sky An old cowboy went ridin’ out one dark and windy day Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way When all at once a mighty herd of red eyed cows he saw Plowin’ through the ragged skies and up a cloudy draw Their brands were still on fire and their hooves were made of steel Their horns were black and shiny and their hot breath he could feel A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky For he saw the riders comin’ hard and he heard their mournful cry Yippee aye oooooo Yippee aye ayyyyyyyy Ghost Riders In The Sky Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred their shirts all soaked with sweat He’s ridin’ hard to catch that herd but he ain’t caught ‘em yet Cuz they’ve got to ride forever in that range up in the sky On horses snortin’ fire, as they ride on hear their cry As the riders rode on by him he heard one call his name If you want to save your soul from hell a ridin’ on our range Then cowboy change your ways today or with us you will ride Tryin’ to catch the devil’s herd across the endless sky Yippee aye oooooo Yippee aye ayyyyyyyy Ghost Riders In The Sky Yippee aye oooooo Yippee aye ayyyyyyyy Ghost Riders In The Sky Yippee aye oooooo Yippee aye ayyyyyyyy Ghost Riders In The Sky Yippee aye oooooo Yippee aye ayyyyyyyy Ghost Riders In The Sky One More Time Her face was not the same Her face was not the same It looked more like her mother’s Her face was not the same Her place was not the same Her place was not the same Now it was my brother’s Her place was not the same Now that she’s gone, the ties that bind Once so strong seem so hard to find I may be wrong, its hard to say If my sister and brothers are drifting away Her face was not the same Her face was not the same It looked more like her mother’s Her face was not the same Her place was not the same Her place was not the same Now it was my brother’s Her place was not the same I wish you were here, I wish I was there I wish we had another moment to spare You were my world now my world is gone Foundation shattered which I stood upon Her face was not the same Her face was not the same It looked more like her mother’s Her face was not the same Her place was not the same Her place was not the same Now it was my brother’s Her place was not the same I miss you much, I need you now I guess I’ll go on, but I don’t know how I’d give anything to have you back for awhile To hear your voice and to feel your smile One more time, one more time, one more time Remember There is a place that I can go, it is a place that I call home. Love’s currency is what we share between us all we’re millionaires. It’s bought us happiness and joy, my sister’s girls my brothers’ boys. It’s like a flame that can’t expire, and needs no fuel to keep its fire. Faith is all it needs to burn, supplied, transformed, and then returned To its eternal source above, best described only as Love. There are few moments when its clear, when troubles seem to disappear When time itself is standing still, like sunshine balanced on a hill, When worry fades right from your eyes like sanguine clouds in autumn skies Open them up again to see what’s always been a Mystery. As we begin our family I sing this song to my baby, So after many years have passed, this will be yours to the last. Some token of love to survive, a memory to keep alive Of those who passed away before and those who’ll love you even more. Fistful of Cleveland Feels like you’re sinking in a pit of quicksand Before you’re under better snatch a fistful of Cleveland Take something with you that they won’t soon forget Better do it now, when’s the next chance you’ll get AAAAHHHHHHHHHH x4 When did you stop and park the car on the shoulder? Was it when you noticed that you were grey fat and older? Do the colors that you like now seem colder? Does responsibility weigh on you like a boulder Then shrug it off, kiss death right on the lips Feelings retreated from your fingertips And though you can not feel it in your hand Before you go, better snatch a fistful of Cleveland A Note To My Old Band I was born a Nightsoil Coolie, yeah that’s no foolie Shoveled shit for money so I could go to schoolie With my buddy Tony and my buddy Brian We turned into a band without even tryin’ We practiced in the basement of 503 Hayes Hassled by the cops for the music we made And the way we played it so loud it shook walls We took it out, told the girls “Hold our calls,” While we went off To Beverly…Hills, that is. We drove a van, we played guitars, In the shittiest, of shitty bars Like the Cubby Bear, where we once played, 18 damn bucks was all we made Or 611, a pizza bar dive, at least we didn’t have very far to drive We made lots of records, as many as we could But when school was over we were finished for good I wanna, I wanna be I wanna, I wanna be I wanna be a Nightsoil Coolie! What about fish? You forgot fish! Man fish’ll be pissed! But that was years ago, time has passed away, Tony went to Chi-town and Brian didn’t stay We sold the van, we split the cash, I started livin’ like white trash But the crazy karma wheel it turns itself around Cuz sometimes you’re on the up and sometimes you’re on the down And when we all split who’d a thought we’d come back With Brian in our memory to lay a bomb track I wanna, I wanna be I wanna, I wanna be All I Want For Christmas Is A Whole Lotta Cash All I want for Christmas is a whole lotta cash That’s what I want, so give it to me man And if you don’t, I’ll take it if I can And if you think that sounds a little selfish, Well kiss my ass, cuz this is my wish But, I’d settle for less, like love and human kindness But I won’t get that shit, cuz the world’s a mess So, instead I’ll pray That god will come down and say, “I gave you all one chance, and now you’re going away.” All I want for Christmas is a whole lotta cash To be at Indy when there is a terrible crash 200 horny women, and no itchy rash To smoke a bowl with all my friends who dipped into my stash All I want for Christmas is a whole lotta cash But, I’d settle for less, like love and human kindness But I won’t get that shit, cuz the world’s a mess So, instead I’ll pray That god will come down and say, “I gave you all one chance, and now you’re going away.” My holiday spirit, don’t wanna get near it My merry Christmas just can’t resist this Like mary’s typhoid sickness, I’m infected, I’m infected To tell the truth about today I been selected, I been selected And if you listen very long You’ll feel corrected, you’ll feel corrected What do you mean my mastercard has been rejected? Let me inspect it! Maybe the magnetic strip has been affected. Oh yes, American Express, Express Will end my distress, distress Now I can buy some useless shit Cuz I need some, yeah I need some Hey now pity that poor fucker He ain’t getting’ none, he ain’t getting’ none Now it’s time for Dave to play Cuz this song is done, cuz this song is done Oh yeah! 138 Everywhere I look...........................138 Pages in my book............................138 When the earth shook.................it was 138 Records that you took.......................138 It rings of conspiracy Somethings happening to me Everything I buy............................138 Channels in the sky.........................138 Mohave Desert high..........................138 Needles in my eye...........................138 It rings of conspiracy Somethings happening to me SOLO It rings of conspiracy Somethings happening to me DEVO Was Right Lay a million eggs, or give birth to one. Avoid display, or wear bright colors: It doesn’t matter! The fittest shall survive, yet the unfit may live. We must repeat, we must repeat, we must repeat, we must repeat DEVO was right, DEVO was right, DEVO was right, DEVO was right We’re pinheads now, we are not whole, we’re pinheads now, jocko-homo. Think or be led, to think that you’re lead, if you’re led to think, it might go to your head We must repeat, we must repeat, we must repeat, we must repeat God made man, but a monkey, sure look like you do DEVO was right, DEVO was right, DEVO was right, DEVO was right Meow Meow……meow…..meow Chance And Opportunity It was a year ago today that you went away There were so many things to say that I didn’t say Looking back I realize good-bye was in your eyes Regret’s a very bitter pill I think I had my fill And if somehow by chance you were standing here before me I wouldn’t challenge circumstance or bore you with my story I’d take that opportunity and go for the glory Cuz I still love you. ---Break---- Yeah. There is no better time than now but I don’t know how To form my words into a sound stronger than my vow. I need to re-invent the wheel to get where I feel And if I see you once again there’ll be no might have been And if somehow by chance you were standing here before me I wouldn’t challenge circumstance or bore you with my story I’d take that opportunity and go for the glory Cuz I still love you. And if somehow by chance you were standing here before me I wouldn’t challenge circumstance or bore you with my story I’d take that opportunity and go for the glory Cuz I still love you. Ethnic Song We watched Discovery together flipped to 36 and watched the weather Did everything to please each other, and lied, “We love it.” Once we danced Hava Nagila that first night that we met on the beach It was our one real night in a life of unreality She collected college sweaters but quit school after two semesters She said my face was not as deep now, it’s not forever. What the hell was that supposed to mean? How long is forever when you’re 19? She skipped out of town on Friday, like she was some kind of gypsy queen. It wasn’t love that made me upset, but fear that she was all the love I’d get I still don’t know if I regret, that She’s Gone Now. Seven years! Seven Years! Seven years without you! Seven years without you! Seven years! What if we had bee too afraid to run away? Would we hate each other today? I stopped thinking and started drinking, and asked her, to come. Home with me. She wore head to toe leather 36 displayed the weather I wondered whether she remembered back when we did this. Once we danced Hava Nagila, but tonight we fucked and drank tequila I don’t care if it was shallow, that was as honest as we could be. We watched discovery together, flipped to 36 to watch the weather Did everything to please each other, but That’s Over Now. Strange Love There are some mysteries in our long history, one mystery I’d like to know Is why did you notice me consider the remotest possibility that maybe you and I had some place to go? No doubt that love is strange it makes sane seem deranged But all I want to do is find out whether or not you are crazy too. I’d run fast as I can like the six million dollar man but I still didn’t have the change to keep up with you. I’d go to the same club hoping our elbows would rub, and if that’s all I was going to get, well it would have to do. No doubt that love is strange it makes sane seem deranged But all I want to do is find out whether or not you are crazy too. One night after a show, I thought that maybe you might go somewhere with me so I said hello. I walked up to you direct, you offered so I smoked one of your clove cigarettes, and we haven’t looked back even once I got no regrets No doubt that love is strange it makes sane seem deranged But all I want to do is shout out to the whole world that I’m crazy too. Just Give Me A Drink I don’t wanna hear about how many beers you drank last night Just gimme a drink I don’t care if it’s bad I guess I’m just like my dad and now its time to fight Just gimme a drink So I kicked your ass, took a broken glass and made you take a bite Just gimme a drink Something to whet my tongue Something alone to make me feel among Something to kill me slow Cuz that’s the way I want to… Well I’m not in control, but I achieved my goal cuz I think I gone blind Just gimme a drink What am I looking for, most the time it’s the door but most the time I find Just gimme a drink The floor instead sometimes I wish I were dead, but that’s a little too kind Just gimme a drink Something to whet my tongue Something alone so I can feel among Something to kill me slow Another drink before I…. Something that’s like a sin Cuz it hurt to feel again Something to kill me slow Cuz I’m still scared to Go. Big Black Cadillac Before my daddy died he taught me this fact If you wanna ride, buy a big Cadillac Add custom chrome and dual glass packs And like the rolling stones, you want to paint it black I got a big, black cadillac I got a big, black cadillac I got a big, black cadillac I got a big, black cadillac A 472, with 400 horsepower Ridin on 22’s at 100 miles per hour Black leather seats, power everything The stereo is sweet, I feel like I’m a king In my big, black Cadillac In my big, black cadillac In my big, black cadillac In my big, black cadillac Out on the interstate, master of my fate, you’ll recognize my taillights, if you’re out driving on them hot summer nights. I got a big, black, Cadillac I got a big, black, cadillac I got a big, black, cadillac I got a big, black, cadillac I Can’t Be Your Robot That robot he ain’t your friend I know you don’t wanna hear this but I just can’t pretend When it says that things will be okay, puts its head on your shoulder, I just gotta say, That robot isn’t programmed to feel although he’s there and he is real, he isn’t me. His brain is made of wire and conduit instead of a heart a pump for hydraulic fluid Designed by a corporation gyroscopically balanced, a frame of titanium A marvel of engineering, built to fool so I hope you’re hearing it isn’t me I can’t be you robot a robot only is what its designed to be But if you want somebody to love you no machine can do that better than me You can’t break a robot’s heart because its made of plastic and steel It may seem like its returning affection, but like a mirror, reflections don’t feel Reflections they don’t feel. Reflections they don’t feel I can’t be you robot a robot only is what its designed to be But if you want somebody to love you no machine can do that better than than me I can’t be you robot a robot only is what its designed to be But if you want somebody to love you no machine can do that better than me God Made Us Funky I’m a carton of hate I’m a wedge of spite I’m a carton of hate I’m a wedge of spite We’re Milk and Cheese We’re Milk and Cheese We both gone bad We just ain’t right Our big ass laffs Are too hardcore You don’t deserve anymore We’re Milk and Cheese buy our records please Our aim’s to sell so go to Hell Chorus music Fear us suckers fear our truth Mindless violence beyond reproof Are we evil so some claim But society is to blame Start a riot, lose control We are gods of rock and roll Give me beer, give me gin We’re liquored up so let the mayhem begin God Made UsFunkyGod Made Us FunkyGod Made Us FunkyGod Made Us Funky Break down Read the liner notes Fod made us gunky, no wait I mean god made us funky God made us funky God made us funky God made us funky God made us funky God made us funky God made us funky Return To The Top of the Page Last updated on 1/2/08