MEXICO CITY
by motor wilson and ze auto parts/words by motor

she wanted to move to the big bad city, lots of people, lots of color.
she's going to marry the rich man. he's tall dark and handsome. he's a gangster. she wears rings on her fingers, and protects her little children.
from the druglords, and the slumlords. that live in the city, sizzle sizzle.

mexico city is the land of the lost and the stolen. hot goods and bananas. mexico city is the land of god, and the holy rollos and cabanas. mexico city is the land of the lost and the stolen. hot goods and bananas. mexico city is the land of god and the rotten monte havana's.

they take them in for the ransom, as the plane flys over the tarmack.
she rides a car with a driver, comes down from the hill and joins the people. there's a party in the warehouse. in the center of the city, where they dance to the music. sizzle sizzle, mexico city, sizzle sizzle

mexico city is the land of the lost and the stolen. hot goods and bananas. mexico city is the land of god, and the holy rollos and cabanas. mexico city is the land of the lost and the stolen. hot goods and bananas. mexico city is the land of god and the rotten monte havana's.

they take them in for the treason. but money pays off the guerillas. they all flock to the center of the city, where they dance to the music. fire and romance.

and if you die while dancing to the music, your body may never be found. and if you die in the city while dancing to the music,
your body may never be found.

WHITE BOOTS
by nascar madagascar and ze auto parts/words by nascar

you may think i'm god, or not, but w/ my rickenbacker...i'm hot!
in white boots...

somewhere down now over the rainbow, i've got my corner table.
i've got my bourbon
i've got my drink
i've got the ladies lookin at me...in white boots!

somewhere down now over the rainbow, i'll drink your white belts under the table.
i've got my bourbon
i've got my drink
i'm hearin lately it's hip to be me..in white boots!

and i don't need your made in the shade
when i've got my premium grade
and i don't need your made in the shade
when i've got my ace of spades...white boots!

PARKING ENFORCEMENT
by lala damage and ze auto parts/words by lala

i am parking enforcement! i leave a ticket for your wiper. i keep and eye out for your owner, cause your owner gets hyper. it's a dangerous job by the side of the road with my portable printer. i cant stop the ticket process once the license is entered because

i am parking enforcement!
i am parking enforcement!

i am parking enforcement! the days of lovely rita are gone. the 21st century boys drive white dodge neons. i am parking enforcement! I am keeping composure as your public servent, as your local soldier

i am parking enforcement!
i am parking enforcement!

it's so good to be alive, but you must park when you must drive
you must park when you must drive, it's so good to be alive. i am parking enforcement! i used to wear brown not blue, but when I wore brown not blue i got no respect from you.

it's so good to be alive but you must park when you must drive
you must park when you must drive, It's so good to be alive

i turn on the lights- all of them orange. i put on the suit. i check the monday side of the street. i give you the boot!

MY BEST FRIEND LOUIE
by nascar madagascar and ze auto parts/words by nascar

my best friend louie wears only a cane. since that accident he's never been the same..."it's a red one. green one? oh damn that one color blind eye!" my best friend louie still carries a torch for that old flame inside his heart, ol' manerva morch...

and sometimes i hear him still cursing the winds that took her so far away from him...

i've been thinkin' a lot about louie, since he left this town.
i've been thinkin' a lot about louie, oh i wish he was around...

my best friend louie still hurries up to wait, trapped inside his old mental state. my best friend louie still carries a torch for that old flame inside his heart, ol manerva morch...

and sometimes i hear him still cursing the winds that took her so far away from him...

i've been thinkin' a lot about louie, since he left this town.
i've been thinkin' a lot about louie, oh i wish he was around...

HE'S SO PRETTY, BUT I'M SO MEAN...
by nascar madagascar and ze auto parts/words by nascar

pourin my heart onto this drunken napkin, i'm writin about my latest attraction. he's lookin like duran duran straight from rio sportin some metal tee, vintage DIO? pourin my heart, it's all over the floor, it's last call i'm heading for the door cause i don't care, i don't mind, i'd still rather be alone tonight...cause

he's so pretty, he's so pretty, he's so pretty, but i'm so mean..

pourin the whiskey and it's half past frisky, he's got tv eye all over mine. and he's lookin like a re-made 70s rocker hot off the presses from some melrose locker. pourin the whiskey and we're way past frisky, he's got tv eye all over mine but i don't care, i don't mind, i'd still rather be alone tonight...cause

he's so pretty, he's so pretty, he's so pretty, but i'm so mean...

then everytime i walk into the bar i see these pretty boys w/ their blue jeans on and i really like their eyeliner and vintage designers. and everytime he walks into the bar he stands just hangin out w/ his band and i really like his guitar stance, another rock n roll dalliance. and oh my my how sweet can this one be, he doesn't even drink whiskey. he sidles up to the bar and orders 2 bud lights, oh my gullet! it's a gullet delight...

he's so pretty!

MLB
by motor wilson and nascar madagascar

m! l! b! mlb! m! l! b! mona lisa botox!
mona lisa won't smile, mona lisa won't talk,
mona lisa don't move...she's got botox!
paint her, frame her, mount her...but don't lynyrd skynyrd.
mona lisa, how old are you?
mona lisa, how old are you, really??
'cause you look so divine, no creases...no lines!
she's got botox! she's got botox! she's got botox!

IGGY
by nascar madagascar and motor wilson/words by nascar

i wanna write to iggy pop,
yeah i'm gonna write to iggy pop and say "hey iggy! what's your sign?"
i'm runnin outta time, i gotta write a letter
i 'm trying to find the time to send pop a letter
i 'll write it up, type it up, send dead flowers
peace n love, lick it up, send dead flowers
i wanna write to iggy pop,
yeah i'm gonna write to iggy pop...
ps. and now i wanna be your dog

S&N
by nascar madagascar

she left me a mess on the floor, 1/2 undressed, a tangled mess.
they called her a dirty whore, but she just loved me on the floor

i like the way she danced on my heart, on my arm
i like the way she danced in my heart, in my arm

the dole, the fascists, the cabbies, even anarchy's boring and while this world spins fast around she and me, we will dream

i ain't gonna be your punk no more and i ain't gonna be your girl no more and i ain't gonna be the one no more...
and i ain't gonna be your door no more and i ain't gonna be your score no more and i ain't gonna be your love...no more

GAY LOVER
by motor wilson and nascar madagascar/words by motor

Is your roommate your gay lover? Because I think I saw him cooking you dinner. If your roommate is your gay lover, I guess I'll just bring the chips and salsa.

The other day when he walked in the room I think I saw you spring your wood. "Thats impossible," you say, "He sleeps in the nude." "In fact he prefers Fruit of the Loom." Well what about when he was bending over in the loo? You said ,"he's cleaning my bathroom, he's my plumber,
too." Well, what about when he was jumping your bones? You
said, "he's a stuntman, the new Indie Jones."

Is your roommate your gay lover? Because I think I saw him cooking you dinner. If your roommate is your gay lover, I guess I'll just bring the chips and salsa. If you want a hot tamale, I won't be coming over, because I have a sneaking suspicion that your roommate is your gay lover.

Well why is he always touching your hair? "Mou," you say, "don't be unfair, he happens to be a hairdresser." Well why is he always in your clothes? In your closet trying to undress you? "Mou,"you said, "don't be a whiner, he happens to be a fashion designer."

Is your roommate your gay lover? Because I think I saw him cooking you dinner..Wearing leather. If you're roommate is your gay lover,
then I guess I'll just bring chips and salsa, 'cause I don't know what else to bring, I don't know all these fancy things. TV dinners are all I know, french fries and ho-hos

well he's always in the kitchen cooking you something fancy and fluffy and frothy and fruity, like salmon and brie, and hamburger patties
on a bed of mixed greens...I don't believe that he's your butler, nor do I
believe that he's your plumber, nor a hairdresser, nor a designer, I do believe he's your lover...

Your gay lover...I think I saw him cooking you dinner..If you're roommate is your gay lover, then I guess I'll just bring the chips and salsa. I do believe that he's your lover your beautiful beautiful lover
and if you're gay, I love him too he can cook my dinner too!


GROUPIE (I'm in a band with a...)
by motor wilson

Traded in my urban thrills for swimming pools and bbq's
Traded in my urban pills, for serenity, wall-to wall carpeting
Said goodbye to city friends said hello to perms and cheap perfume
Said goodbye to my gritty friends, said hello to my suburban roots

I'm in a band with a groupie and she happens to live in the valley
she calls it the big city the crotch of the porn industry

Traded in my city flat, for trailer parks and astro grass
Traded in my metro pass, ended up with some backstage pass
Traded in my urban piss, for her suburban valley girl kiss
Traded in my urban piss, for her suburban valley girl kiss

I'm in a band with a groupie and she happens to live in the valley
she's a sweet a young VIP with her backstage notoriety

And when we sing for the people, she calls this her hometown
And when we dance for the big guys, she's on her knees,
well its no surprise

Just the other day, I was shopping for shoes, and this girl she comes up to me and she's like "I think I know you," and I was like, I don't think so honey, I don't think you do, I said, 'cause, I'm not from around
here, I'm not like you. And she was like, "Well, that's funny 'cause you sure do look like a valley girl I once knew."


FRANKENSTEIN
by nascar madagascar

be bop boppin to a be bop store, he crashed his crashin on a crashed on floor. he was strung out far and pulled out wide, he took a needle to his own eye. he met a girl and he learned to dance, was taught songs, danger, romance. now they're happily in the suburbs, ol' frankie and ms. hubbard.

frankenstein in the window over there, frankenstein had a girl w/ big hair, frank did lines w/ the band over there and frank and i...i swear

well he be bop bopped into another store, plastic paid for a plastic whore, he'd blow 'em up and turn 'em blue, poor girls from timbuktu. frankie craved those dolled up bores, his wife couldn't take it so she crossed the shore. now frankie's all alone, emailin on his cell phone

he be bop bopped into his final door, casket satin lined the floor, he laid his breath on the dotted line...he sold his soul one more time.


COOL THEY ARE
by nascar madagascar

well my life rolls about and it rocks around and it leaves me feelin so un-a-grounded. and that boy is so young, he's so red red blue blood, and he sings the way i dream or the way i drink...

ok, now go home! boy, go home! go home! before you say you're gonna leave...

and they love like us and they write like us and art and drums and drugs, they make us. and after all you've said and all the drinks i've had well that fading glory never really mattered at all, at all...

and cool they are and all they are and all the boys are so polite when they receive those lovely gift niceties. and then afterward, there's one last kiss, some ear blown miss, another waste of small talk, another waste of make-up.

ok, now go home! boy, go home! go home...before you say you wanna stay...before you stay...

go home!

30 SECONDS TO MARS
by nascar madagascar

30 seconds to mars, headed for that pantheon
30 seconds to mars, stepping up the echelon
i like your sonics! i gotta get some! i need a guitar now!

and the dirty blonde downstairs crashed her ship light years ago
and the diry blonde upstairs has got her ticket, ticket to go w/…

30 seconds to mars, headed for that pantheon
30 seconds to mars, pass me the evian
i like your sonics! i gotta get some! i need a guitar now!

oh i’m so far away, from everything that i know
oh i’m so far away, from everything that i know
but i think i’m gonna stay, ‘cause saturn’s not too far away


MANIC MUNECA
by nascar madagascar

she’s got a killer body, she’s got a killer face, she’s got a killer headache. manic! she’s got a killer headache but pills just won’t do
cause nothing erases you

she cries by the river
she’s lost all her lovers
the fortune’s all gone now
manic muneca! que bonita!

heiress princesses, their lives are such messes dressed to excesses.
manic! dressed to excesses and pills just won’t do
cause nothing erases you

she cries by the river
she’s lost all her lovers
the fashion’s all wrong now
manic muneca! que bonita!

where is her sister, it’s way past dark now, she’s not at the hotel.
manic! she’s not at the hotel and pills just won’t do
cause nothing erases you

GEEK GOD
by motor wilson and nascar madagascar/words by nascar

sleek boy, geek god, curl up book boy
you’ve always got your mind so deep, so deep boy

he’s trouble on all 4 eyes. trouble!
yeah, i’ve seen his kind before

slider divider he looks like a 4th grader w/ daddy’s clothes on
he’s got daddy’s clothes on

feline slatness, crummy crummy cat mess.
curl up book boy curl up geek god curl up book boy
but i know you’re really not that shy...
i know you’re really not that shy, geek god librarian boy.

he’s trouble. oh yeah, i’ve seen his kind before...

HANOI ROCKS (A SONG TO INTRODUCE THE BAND BY)
by zeitgeist auto parts

we are ze auto parts, zeitgeist auto parts
we play UFR - we are from japan. yeah!
her name is nascar, she is on the bass
she loves her 4 dumb strings, she is from bangkok.
her name is lala damage goodie,
we call her fluffy she is from taiwan.
her name is shumi, motor wilson.
she plays guitar, she's from shangai.
his name is black, he is on the drums
he played the conga in hong kong.
then he moved into fluffy's room when she moved out,
now i hear he's moving into her house!
her name is yoko, yoko ono
she likes the boys from london england.
but, we don't like those british boys,
we like american boys!
we love vietnam, we love ho chi minh, we love saigon
but HANOI ROCKS!
we don't like those british boys
we like the boys from new york city!
or any ol' local boy will do...

BUDDHA (rock n roll! go! go! go!)
by nascar madagascar and motor wilson/words by nascar

if i die, die today at least i'll die w/ no pain
'cause rock n roll has cleaned my soul
rock n roll! go! go! go!
my buddha fell off today,
he climbed downstairs, he wouldn't stay
i tried to make him call my name
he just looked and waved

chemicals, mind control, governmental outta dough
"let's make another plane that kills
forget lives, they have no thrills"
siren strung lullabyes, cops are crazy, we all die
priests are locked up, kids are scared
let's go find peace somewhere...

day by day time goes by
yeah, we're all gonna die
but, i'm gonna live this life....
day by day time goes by
yeah, we're all gonna die
but, I am so alive!

i'm here to serve you, make you laugh
tip me sir, i'll kiss your ass
i hate working w/out love
tell me lord...when's the flood?

if i die, die today at least i'll die w/ no pain
cause rock n roll has cleaned my soul
rock n roll! go! go! go!


THE UNDERGROUND
by nascar madagascar

it's just a little milk, it's just a little blood,
i'm still redeemable in the eyes of god.
then your hesus-christo says "mind-a your own business"

crawl back to pappa boy, to cold men and dead of heart.
crawl back to pappa boy, be all you can be.
then your mamma says "mind-a your own business"

in a world derailing i am found,
lost on that train again
headed for the underground

all the joe's are dying off, romanticism's lost its cause when all we're saying is 'it's got to stop...' all we say is it's got to stop.
then your president says "mind-a your own business"

DRINKIN' WHISKEY & MAKIN' OUT
by nascar madagascar and ze auto parts/words by nascar

i drive my old truck and i wear these dirty jeans, still i try pretty hard to make it all mean something...but, it don't mean nothing, it don't mean a thing, unless we're drinkin whiskey and makin out

well i may not be smitten, i may not be your kitten, still we try pretty hard to make it feel like something...but, it don't mean nothing, it don't mean a thing, we're just drinkin whiskey and makin out.

it's 1 in the morning and i get that call and you don't have to walk too far...it's 4 in the morning and you're passed out, yeah we won't let it get too far..cause

all my songs are still all about him and i hear you'll kiss any girl on a whim and all my good friends say you're such a silly thing and all my good senses tell me to tell you to leave, but you don't mean nothing, you don't mean a thing we're just drinkin whiskey and making out....

COMING SOON!!

RUNAWAY ROMANCE
CUBICLENATION
KNIFE CITY
QUIET SHOW
GO-KART RACER FROM RIVERSIDE
MULLET