Mindless Self Indulgence Lyrics

Animal

July 12, 2008 at 9:22 am · Filed under If ·Tagged Animal, Ha-ha, incredible, skirt, Suffer, Tonight

Make a wish,
Make it hurt,
With my hand,
Up your skirt, tonight!

Signal-directional,
Institute-correctional,
File me alphabetical,
Ha-ha-ha-hypothetical,

It’s animal, it’s animal,
It’s animal, unbelievable, woo!
It’s animal, it’s animal,
It’s animal, unbelievable, woo!
It’s animal, it’s animal,
It’s animal, un-buh-leev-uh…bull!
Tonight

Signal-directional,
Institute-correctional,
File it alphabetical,
Ha-ha-hypothetical,
With my guns,
On the floor,
And the fans,
At the door, tonight!

Signal-directional,
Institute-correctional,
File it alphabetical,
Ha-ha-hypothetical,

Oh no, not me!
Pissed off, ripped off, repeat (tonight)
Oh no, not me!
What’s my excuse this time? Suffer it…

Unbelievable, woo!
It’s animal, it’s animal,
It’s animal, unbelievable, woo!
It’s animal, it’s animal,
It’s animal, un-buh-leev-a…bull!
Tonight

Signal-directional,
Institute-correctional,
File it alphabetical,
Ha-ha-hypothetical, (tonight)
Fuckin’ incredible,
Suh, suh, nonconceptual,
I be the medical drug,
The theoretical–
Tonight!

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Revenge

July 12, 2008 at 9:16 am · Filed under If ·Tagged Come on, Na, Revenge, Woo

[giggling and gossiping]
Okay, alright people. Come on, pay attention…
Girls, come on…
I hope everybody remembers the cheer,
because certain people last time did not remember the cheer,
so let’s get it together. ‘Kay? We got a game next week…
Alright…One…Two…

Na na na na na na na na, na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na, na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na, na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na, na na na na na na na na

This…
is…
My…
Re…venge

I’m a little tease
Watch what i do
Here’s a little taste
of how its gonna be from now on

Yo, fuck me and my friends
Yo – my friends and me
Aren’t special enough
To make a case for Jealousy
Fuck the secret sauce
I’m Gothalicious with cheese
and all the gay things I say
make such a pretty melody
Now I wanna say all those bad things about you–cheese
I make up things so everyone hates you

This…
is…
My…
Re… venge

I’m a little tease
Watch what i do
Here’s a little taste
of how its gonna be from now on

Yo, fuck me and my friends
Yo, my friends and me
Aren’t special enough
To make a case for Jealousy
Fuck the secret sauce
I’m Gothalicious with cheese
and all the gay things I say
make such a pretty melody
Now I wanna say all those bad things about you–cheese
I make up things so everyone hates you

This…
is…
My…
Re… venge

I’m a little tease
Watch what I do
Here’s a little taste
of how its gonna be from now on

This…
is…
My…
Re…venge
is…
My…
Re…venge

Na na na na na na na na, na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na, na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na, na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na, na na na na na na na na!

This…
is…
My…
Re…venge
I’m a little tease
Watch what I do
Here’s a little taste
of how its gonna be from now on

This…
is…
My…
Re…venge
is…
My…
Re…venge

Na na na na na na na na, na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na, na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na, na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na, na na na na na na na na!
Woo!

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Get It Up

July 12, 2008 at 9:09 am · Filed under Uncategorized ·Tagged Chantal, eww, Gentlemen, Get It Up, Jimmy, Oh yeah

feat. Chantal Claret)

[Jimmy:] Gentlemen

Screwin’ in moderation
Screwin’ is such a bore
None of my time is wasted
I do that shit on tour

[Chantal:] Oh yeah
[Jimmy:] Alright
[Chantal:] Oh yeah
[Jimmy:] Alright

I wanna make some babies
I wanna get it on
I wanna make you horny
But I can’t get it up
I wanna make some money
But I don’t want no job
I wanna make you horny
But I can’t get it up

[Jimmy:] Get it up
[Chantal:] Why can’t you get it up?
[Jimmy:] Get it up
[Chantal:] Why can’t you get it up?
[Jimmy:] Get it up
[Chantal:] Why can’t you get it up? [x2]

It must be your face (eww eww)
Or it’s your body
If it ain’t your body
Then it must be your face

Screwin’ in moderation
Screwin’ is such a bore
None of my time is wasted
I do that shit on tour

[Chantal:] Oh yeah
[Jimmy:] Alright
[Chantal:] Oh yeah
[Jimmy:] Alright

I wanna make some babies
I wanna get it on
I wanna make you horny
But I can’t get it up
I wanna make some money
But I don’t want no job
I wanna make you horny
But I can’t get it up

[Jimmy:] Get it up
[Chantal:] Why can’t you get it up?
[Jimmy:] Get it up
[Chantal:] Why can’t you get it up?
[Jimmy:] Get it up
[Chantal:] Why can’t you get it up? [x2]

[Jimmy:] Oh, Jesus
[Jimmy:] I-I’d never had this problem before, it’s just a
[Jimmy:] Hold on a second
[Jimmy:] Give it a minute, give it a minute
[Jimmy:] Alright, just give it a minute

[Jimmy:] Ah, te-ugh do something sexy
[Jimmy:] I don’t care, do something sexy
[Jimmy:] Just whatever you do don’t talk about your fucking boyfriend while we’re having sex how about that?

[Chantal:] Oh yeah
[Jimmy:] Alright
[Chantal:] Oh yeah
[Jimmy:] Alright

I wanna make some babies
I wanna get it on
I wanna make you horny
But I can’t get it up
I wanna make some money
But I don’t want no job
I wanna make you horny
But I can’t get it up

[Jimmy:] Get it up
[Chantal:] Why can’t you get it up?
[Jimmy:] Get it up
[Chantal:] Why can’t you get it up?
[Jimmy:] Get it up
[Chantal:] Why can’t you get it up? [x2]

It must be your face (eww eww)
Or it’s your body
If it ain’t your body
Then it must be your face

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Issues

July 12, 2008 at 8:54 am · Filed under If ·Tagged ding ding, friends, lot, Mindless Self Indulgence, smooch

[ding ding]
[smooch]
[champagne pop]
[champagne bubbles]

Oohh, I’d rather fuck ya than kiss ya (kiss ya)
But I won’t press the issue
You know what I need is (I need, I need)
And ya never gonna be it (be it)
I shoulda hesitated
Limousine inebriated
So unsophisticated (-cated)
Too late to be debated

It’s 3 a.m. – she won’t put out
Lets go make out with her friends
Make out with her friends’ friends
It’s 3 a.m. – she won’t put out
Lets go make out with her friends
MAKE OUT WITH HER FRIENDS

[ding ding]
[smooch]
[champagne pop]
[champagne bubbles]

Oohh, I want a lot of profanity
With a lot of lost virginity
It’s a boy’s intuition
With a right explanation
‘Cause I’m on that mission
With deducted admission
Now take my clothes off
And show me what you’re made of

It’s 3 a.m. – she won’t put out
Lets go make out with her friends
Make out with her friends’ friends
It’s 3 a.m. – she won’t put out
MAKE OUT WITH HER FRIENDS

Excuse me, do you want to screw? [x2]
I’m so amazing in the sack
Yes, I’m so amazing in the sack

[ding ding]
[smooch]
[champagne pop]
[champagne bubbles]

[Jimmy:] I’d rather fuck you than kiss you

I want a lot of profanity
With a lot of lost virginity

Now take those clothes off
And show me what you’re made of

It’s 3 a.m. – she won’t put out

It’s 3 a.m. – she won’t put out
Lets go make out with her friends
Make out with her friends’ friends
Make out with her friends, make out with her friends’ friends [x8]

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Prescription

July 12, 2008 at 8:49 am · Filed under If ·Tagged AaAaAaAaAaaAa, doctor, fun, patient, Prescription, Wow

[Jimmy, L:] Doctor
[Jimmy, R:] Patient

I’m the doctor, I’m the patient
Don’t forget that, it’s important
If ya love me, like I love me
Everybody will be sorry

Well I don’t need nothin’ before the show
I don’t need nothin’, well that’s not so
I need something before the show
Just a little something to make me GOOOOO

Wow Woah Ohh
Ya kna-kna-know what I want?
Wow Woah Ohh
Ya kna-kna-know what I want?
Give me more [x2]
Pretty please – a prescription
Give me more [x2]
Pretty please – a prescription

I don’t need no one screwin’ up my fun
Over the counter, fill that prescription
I don’t need no one screwin’ up my fun
Over the counter, fill that prescription

I’m the doctor, I’m the patient
Don’t forget that, it’s important
If ya love me, like I love me
Everybody will be sorry

Well I don’t need nothin’ before the show
I don’t need nothin’, well that’s not so
I need something before the show
Just a little something to make me GOOOOO

Wow Woah Ohh
Ya kna-kna-know what I want?
Wow Woah Ohh
Ya kna-kna-know what I want?
Give me more [x2]
Pretty please – a prescription
Give me more [x2]
Pretty please – a prescription

I don’t need no one screwin’ up my fun
Over the counter, fill that prescription
I don’t need no one screwin’ up my fun
Over the counter, fill that prescription
I don’t need no one screwin’ up my fun
Turn down the bass and fill that prescription

(DoDoDaDoDoDoo)
(AaAaAaAaAaaAa)
(DoDoDaDoDoDoo)
(AaAaAaAaAaaAa)

I don’t need nothin’ before the show
I don’t need nothin’, no that’s not so
I don’t need nothin’ before the show
I don’t need nothin’, noooo that’s not so
I don’t need nothin’ before the show
I don’t need nothin’ but that’s not so
I neeeed something before the show
Just a little something to make me GOOOOO

Wow Woah Ohh
Ya kna-kna-know what I want?
Wow Woah Ohh
Ya kna-kna-know what I want?
Make it stop [x2]
Pretty please – a prescription
Make it stop [x2]
Pretty please – a prescription

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Lights Out

July 12, 2008 at 8:44 am · Filed under If ·Tagged club, doo, Fake it, Lights Out, Punch

Who the hell said any of you get a taste stupid?
Do you ever wanna get up all in your face?
You better take it
And nothin’ you can do could make me ever go away
Fake it
Poor baby I’m gonna make it all okay

Punch your lights out
Hit the pavement
That’s what I call entertainment
Causin’ problems makes you famous
All the violence makes a statement
Punch your lights out
Hit the pavement
That’s what I call entertainment
Causin’ problems makes you famous
ALL-THIS-VIOLENCE-MAKES-A-STATEMENT

She better get with the club

(Doo doo-doo doo) [x2]

All-this-violence-makes-a-statement

(OhhhhhhhhOhOhhOhOhhhhhhhh)
(Ohhhhhhhh) Punch your lights out (OhOhhOhOhhhhhhhh)
That’s what I call entertainment
(Ohhhhhhhh) Punch your lights out (OhOhhOhOhhhhhhhh)

(Doo doo-doo doo) [x2]

All-this-violence-makes-a-statement

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Evening Wear

July 12, 2008 at 8:37 am · Filed under If ·Tagged Evening Wear, bap, bada, da, compared, Mr. Modest

This is my vindication
With a little decoration
No need to keep you waitin’ (nahnahnahnah)
(Ba-ba-ba-ba-bap)
Be intimidated
By what we have created
Kiss underneath the radaaaaaaaaar
(Ba-ba-ba-ba-bap)
I got myself a fuckin’ life
Dressed up in evening wear
I dress myself in fuckin’ lies
I don’t care
Make-up won’t help me oblige too much
It’s not faaa-air
To be compared to you-ou-ou [x2]
To be compared to
(You-ou-ou bap-bap-bada-bap)
(Be-be-be ba-ba-bada-ba)
(You-ou-ou bap-bap-bada-bap)
(Be-be-be bap-ba-ba-ba-da-da-da)

Just call me “Mr. Modest”
I got it and I flaunt it
You can applaud if you wanna (nahnahnahnah)
(Ba-ba-ba-ba-bap)
Cock-blockin’ non-stoppin’
When this ass is a-rockin’
Do not come a-knockin’ (nahnahnahnah)
(Ba-ba-ba-ba-bap)
I got myself a fuckin’ life
Dressed up in evening wear
I dress myself in fuckin’ lies
I don’t care
Make-up won’t help me oblige too much
It’s not faaa-air
To be compared to you-ou-ou [x2]
To be compared to
(You-ou-ou baaa ba-ba-bap)
(Be-be-be ba-ba-bada-ba)
(You-ou-ou bap-bap-bada-bap)
(Be-be-be bap-bap-bada-da-bap)

Everybody wants to join the club
Once you join the club, the innocence is gone
Everybody wants to be the bomb
But once you are the bomb, the innocence is gone
Everybody wants a big ol’ slice
Of a little pie, the innocence is gone
Everybody wants in [x2]
Everybody wants

I got myself a fuckin’ life
Dressed up in evening wear
I dress myself in fuckin’ lies
Guess what?
I don’t care
Make-up won’t help me oblige too much
It’s not faaair
Dressed down until I disappear
But I won’t do it alo-o-one
No I won’t do it alo-o-one
Oh I won’t do it alooone
Bap-bap-bada-da-bap
Be-be-be ba-ba-bada-ba
(You-ou-ou bap-bap-bada-bap)
(Be-be-be bap-bap-bada-da-bap)
(You-ou-ou bap-bap-bada-bap)
(Yay-hey-hey)

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Never Wanted To Dance

July 12, 2008 at 8:26 am · Filed under If ·Tagged GRADE, myself, Never, Never Wanted To Dance, nice, nobody, Wanted

There is nothing you can do that I have not already done to myself,
There is nothing you can do that I have not already done to myself,
There is nothing you can DO that I have not already done to myself,
Oh no, there is nothing you can do that I have not already done to myself!

Never wanted to dance with nobody, not you!
Never wanted to dance with nobody but you,
Never wanted to dance with nobody but you–
wouldn’t take “no” for an answer, you fucking bitch!

Be nice!
Be nice to me,
Don’t ever be–
Be nice!
Be nice to me,
Don’t let me go! (don’t let me go)
I am too cool for the second…GRADE!
I’m amazed!
I’m afraid!
I am too cool for the second..GRADE!
There is nothing!–
You can do!–
That I have not already done to myself…HEY!

There is nothing you can do that I have not already done to myself,
There is nothing you can do that I have not already done to myself,
There is nothing you can do that I have not already done to myself,
No, there is nothing you can do that I have not already done to myself!

Never wanted to dance with nobody, not you!
Never wanted to dance with nobody but you,
Never wanted to dance with nobody but you–
wouldn’t take “no” for an answer, you fucking bitch!

Be nice!
Be nice to me–
Don’t ever be,
Be nice!
Be nice to me,
Don’t let me go (don’t let me go)
I am too cool for the second..GRADE!
I’m amazed!
I’m afraid!
I am too cool for the second…GRADE!
There is nothing…
You can do…
That I have not already done to myself…
Hey… hey… hey… hey…

Never wanted to dance with nobody but you–
wouldn’t take “no” for an answer, you fucking bitch!

Never wanted to dance with nobody, not you!
Never wanted to dance with nobody but you,
Never wanted to dance with nobody but you–
wouldn’t take “no” for an answer, you fucking bitch!

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Mindless Self Indulgence Lyrics

Animal

Revenge

Get It Up

Issues

Prescription

Lights Out

Evening Wear

Never Wanted To Dance

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