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"I Got Your Password (live)" is a track by Serengeti, from the album With Greg from Deerhoof, released 29th October 2020. Full lyrics are available below.
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Lyrics
Before you drive, destress Be late, call ahead A little courtesy goes a long way in a human head My wife's bull was a hibachi chef And he made those peppers come to life He even made short arias About how he was with the wife The whole thing was beautiful The romance between the onions Everyone was crying In their separate dinner functions It was like an opеra What a cold little hand When he madе those peppers sizzle I told my lady I understand There's magic in the air And there's a rhythm to devotion The tide moves in and out Power is unspoken My wife's bull was a hibachi chef Hands powerful and thin Ask the table for couples if you were counting her and him Wife was like a phantom limb, effusively and in a trance The way those little florets moved and weeping through a final dance He moves like poetry, had I loved you first but afterwards, your love Walk from the fire as the onions fuse the flame above I closed my eyes, and I felt the world depressurize Bull was a hibachi chef and a blessing in disguise And a blessing in disguise, my wife's bull's hibachi chef Before you drive, destress Be late, call ahead A little courtesy goes a long way in a human head Am I right? It feels better being polite Control what you can control, it's important to set goals In my mind, I used to find it hard to unwind Waiting for emails so much that I always felt stuck So now, I did my work and I gave it all up Before I drive, de-stress, look alive, good luck Look alive, good luck Look alive, good luck Hey-hey, I'm in the zone Whatever it takes, throw your hands in the air if you can create If you can create, throw your hands in the air Wave 'em side-to-side like you jus—Hey! Hey! Before you drive, destress Be late, call ahead That's a lesson Couple, just a couple fellas Five, six, eight fellas Drying their clothes by the fire Sitting close to stay warm Couple fellas, couple five, six, seven Couple, c-couple five, six, seven, eight, nine fellas Sitting close by the fire Drying their clothes to stay warm Talking about life Couple eight, nine, ten fellas Sitting close to stay warm Drying their clothes by the fire Talking about life! I said before you drive, destress Be late, call ahead Call ahead! It's an unfair world and cruel But you can be cool! You can be cool! It's a cold, cold city Full of broken hearts It's gonna be a brand new start Hey! Listen to the dance moves Listen to the pop song I got your password I got your password You better not fall asleep You better not fall asleep Don't tweet, don't tweet, don't tweet Don't tweet, don't tweet, don't tweet Don't tweet, don't tweet, don't tweet Sitting close to stay warm Sitting close to stay warm Hey! Hey, what'chu doing? What'chu doing, what'chu talking about? Where are you at, baby? Nice to see you Nice to see you, good looking guy Nice looking fella, nice looking fella Nice to see you, put your pants on Put your pants on! Bud, put your stinkin' pants on! You can't be walking around with no pants You gotta put your pants on! What'chu mean? What'chu talking about? What'chu doing? Hey! What'chu doing, guy? What'chu mean what'chu doing, you doing, you guy, who you talking to? Give me the money You mean to tell me you stayed rent-free in that woman's house for seventeen months and you're suing her over a carton of cigarettes? Case dismissed! Get out of my courtroom! Get out of my courtroom! You mean to tell me you stayed with that woman seventeen months rent-free, and you're suing her for a carton of cigarettes? Case dismissed! Get out of my courtroom! Get out of my courtroom! Get out of my courtroom! Get out of my courtroom! Get out of my courtroom! Get out of my courtroom! Get out of my courtroom! Get! I got your password, I got your password You better not go to sleep, you better not go to sleep I'ma tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet Tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet Tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet Tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet I got your password I got your password Better not go to sleep Tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet Tweet, tweet, tweet All-a, all-a, all-a With the earth all around us Singing to the shore We will fight the good fight We shall suffer no more Softball, catch me on the mound Had a bad game pitching, but I'm still around You can gloat in your victory all you want Had me six calling at a swing and bunt Good for you when you took a walk I had a homer down left, but I missed the chalk But really not a homer, just a foul ball It was on strike two, so I lost it all Like Perfecto, you laughed when Ders quit And gave me a low grade in my face Telling me it's the best dance music made And the rhythm won't stop, made you move for peace Then you tell Rocksby it's another fair release "Short stint, isn't it, Julie?" A triple hit Sprinting down to first base, fella can't throw for shit And keep in mind, this is Deacon from the GTz J's problem was too qualified to smoke too many trees Could've bounced straight into the stall twenty-five years later, huh And this young punk taking walks, swinging bunts If that plane wouldn't've crashed, I'd be getting cash Swallow my pride up, line up Good game, enemy, strange front Should've been with J when she was doing butterflies Swing to the J when she was with that Tom Selleck guy If I was on the plane, gone down with her Now I'm on the mound, triple swing from a twelve hitter Pan to the shortstop, watching him overthrow As he rounds first saying, "I love Perfecto" Reoccurring image of Julie telling Tommy to let it go Reoccurring image of Julie telling Tommy to let it go Reoccurring image of Julie telling Tommy to let it go Reoccurring image of Julie telling Tommy to let it go Reoccurring image of Julie telling Tommy to let it go Reoccurring image of Julie telling Tommy to let it go Hey Hey Hey Favorite actor Dennehy, favorite drink O'Doul's Bears, Hawks, Sox Say goodbye a little longer like I ate a piece of Big Red Grew a mustache the size of Mike Ditka's forehead Hair combed to the side looking like a piece of foam Buick speakers, red cooler, '85 Bears Zubaz Polish sausage, bratwurst, walking like my back hurts Stacy Adams, no shirt, Jewel's to get a case of Squirt Wife's pissed 'cause I forgot to get the Minute Rice Back in the damn Buick to get a stinking bag of ice If I was on the plane, gone down with her Now I'm on the mound, triple swing from a twelve hitter Go down to the shortstop, watching him overthrow As he rounds first saying, "I love Perfecto" Reoccurring image of Julie telling Tommy to let it go Reoccurring image of Julie telling Tommy to let it go Let's get it Keep it moving to the finish Push it to the limit and we win it every minute Fact not opinion, you can put your people in it Hands to the sky if you're feeling so terrific Listen to the lyric, people try to mimic This is good advice, loving life should be a gimmick Never feeling timid, feeling joyous, scientific Try to catch the spirit 'cause I hate for you to miss it Don't leave things to chance Don't leave Come by for a visit We can kick it cause we get that Stop for a second if you feel a little winded Pumping up the party, spilling out into the lobby I want to see you jump Until your legs are floppy Push it to the max, later on we can relax All we gotta do is move our body to the traps All we gotta do is move around between the cracks Trust me when I tell you that this is where it's at, at Don't leave things to chance Don't leave me You're so cute, I think you're trending Tonight's the night, let's stop pretending I just wanna do something while I can No separate cheques, I wanna be your man Oh my gosh, what a day I'm feeling cool, I feel okay Worked a long week to pay the bill Overtime, overkill Met a date, met at the gym Party so hard, over him, over her I'm such a blur, I really can't tell or remember Sunset Strip look like a rocker Tight leather jeans, not cotton Dockers Tonight's the night, go out and play Can't party like a rockstar every day Let's get it Keep it moving to the finish Push it to the limit and we win it every minute Fact not opinion, you can put your people in it Hands to the sky if you're feeling so terrific With the stars all around us The earth clinging to the shore We shall fight the good fight And we shall suffer no more Higher and higher, electric like a wire We coming together to make the situation flyer We on fire, live it up or just retire In it for life, sing it loud just like a choir Can't stop it, catch the ball, don't drop it Throw your hands in the sky, take them our your pocket Be who you be, put the plug up in the socket Crush it, it's so fresh that you can't trust it Softball, catch me on the mound Had a bad game pitching, but I'm still around You can gloat in your victory all you want Had me six calling at a swing and bunt Good for you when you took a walk I had a homer down left, but I missed the chalk But really not a homer, just a foul ball It was on strike two, so I lost it all Like Perfecto, you laughed when Ders quit And gave me a low grade in my face Telling me it's the best dance music made And the rhythm won't stop, made you move for peace Then you tell Rocksby it's another fair release "Short stint, isn't it, Julie?" A triple hit Sprinting down to first base, fella can't throw for shit And keep in mind, this is Deacon from the GTz J's problem was too qualified to smoke too many trees The thrill, the thrill, the thrill The thrill, the thrill, the thrill The thrill, the thrill, the thrill Hey It's an unfair world and cruel but you can be cool It's an unfair world and cruel but you can be cool It's an unfair world and cruel but you can be cool That's an okay start I never seen a racehorse pissed But I can add to the list I've been having a great time Since I gave up piss Only toward the future On this old hip hop shit I like that, I wanna tell you I like rap I can't remember the last time I heard about a flasher In the eighties there was one in town rumoured It was the pastor But it turned out to be old ass bastard Trying to see people race, see who was faster But he knew he was slower Told people he was a grower All the rumours about the pastor Finally made him get sober Now he moved to Queens Hangs with all the teens, wayward teens "What you doing," they all asked Said he about to have a blast It's a cold, cold world but you ain't gotta be It's a cold, cold world but you ain't gotta be You can kick it and cool, you can kick it and cool It's a cold, cold world but you ain't gotta be Romance, knitted quilts Very strings of yarn Sharing plates of spinach parm And never having to move your arm Charm is charm but yours is more like Overflowing candy drawers Returning from the greatest war I adore our rapport We feel like batteries in toys Otters and their silly ploys A haunted house and scary noise The fashions of a teddy boy To cook with sherry and juices from stems of poison pigeon berry Romantic hugs and Finnish ferries Mountain blue and green canaries Like toasted sweet burger buns That time we fell in love in Schtad Fed each other Shish Kabobs I love you like an angry god Alaskan cod and silly quips I wish you'd leave that man you're with We'll get a place like in Peru You'll meet me up like oysters do Turn cold like pigeon flu Undercover secret life Hidden like a switchblade The arm that hides the face of nights And this is all that I can have Romantic New York City cabs And weeks and weeks and you can't talk Cancel plans and lonely walks home It's an unfair world and cruel but you can be cool It's an unfair world and cruel but you can be cool I get specific, I rip it I know you can't resist it A 40 and a blunt when I get lifted When I get twisted Everyday, it's like I'm truly making history Feeling on point, harmonise like a symphony Wind at my back Stronger than a lumberjack Outcast sunny like I'm flipping through the almanac Legendary, so you can crown me with a cherry Made it straight to the top 12 o'clock, lollipop Get loose, tonight there was no excuse Gonna have a party Kick a rhyme like Dr. Seuss We won, celebrate and we just begun Have another party and reinvite everyone Everyday, it's like I'm truly making history Feeling on point, harmonise like a symphony Wind at my back Stronger than a lumberjack Outcast sunny like I'm flipping through the almanac We won, celebrate and we just begun Have another party and reinvite everyone Onions, onions, onions, onions Onions, onions, onions, onions Onions, onions, onions, onions Onions, onions Bye a little longer like I ate a piece of Big Red Grew a mustache the size of Mike Ditka's forehead Hair combed to the side looking like a piece of foam Buick speakers, red cooler, '85 Bears Zubaz Polish sausage, bratwurst, walking like my back hurts Stacy Adams, no shirt, Jewel's to get a case of Squirt Wife's pissed cause I forgot to get the Minute Rice Back in the damn Buick to get a stinking bag of ice To get a stinking bag of rice, my wife Jules is cute Her taste really moved me like I ate Juicy Fruit It had me dancing like Chris Penn in Footloose '85 Walter Roo's, Old Style pack of Kools Go to Ace, new tools and weed wacker fuel '85 Bears Zubaz, Stacy Adams got ruined Flood a basement sump pump, Shop-Vac cleanup Cook brats, cook chops, your heat shouldn't Favorite actor Dennehy, favorite drink O'Doul's Onions, onions, onions, onions Onions, onions, onions, onions Onions, Berenger Berenger Hey Softball, catch me on the mound Had a bad game pitching, but I'm still around You can gloat in your victory all you want Had me six calling at a swing and bunt Good for you when you took a walk I had a homer down left, but I missed the chalk But really not a homer, just a foul ball It was on strike two, so I lost it all Like Perfecto, you laughed when Ders quit And gave me a low grade in my face Telling me it's the best dance music made And the rhythm won't stop, made you move for peace Then you tell Rocksby it's another fair release "Short stint, isn't it, Julie?" A triple hit Sprinting down to first base, fella can't throw for shit And keep in mind, this is Deacon from the GTz J's problem was too qualified to smoke too many trees Could've bounced straight into the stall twenty-five years later And this young punk taking walks, swinging bunts If that plane wouldn't've crashed, I'd be getting cash Swallow my pride up, line up Good game, enemy, strange front Should've been with J when she was doing butterflies Swing to the J when she was with that Tom Selleck guy If I was on the plane, gone down with her Now I'm on the mound, triple swing from a twelve hitter Pan to the shortstop, watching him overthrow As he rounds first saying, "I love Perfecto" Reoccurring image of Julie telling Tommy to let it go Reoccurring image of Julie telling Tommy to let it go Softball, catch me on the mound Had a bad game pitching, but I'm still around But I'm, but I'm still around Had a bad game pitching, but I'm still around I had a bad game pitching, but I'm still around I had a bad game pitching, but I'm still around I had a bad game pitching, but I'm still around I had a bad game pitching, but I'm still around I had a bad game pitching, but I'm still around I had a bad game pitching, but I'm still around You can gloat in your victory all you want Had me six calling at a swing and bunt Good for you when you took a walk I had a homer down left, but I missed the chalk But really not a homer, just a foul ball It was on strike two, so I lost it all Like Perfecto, you laughed when Ders quit And gave me a low grade in my face Telling me it's the best dance music made And the rhythm won't stop, made you move for peace Then you tell Rocksby it's another fair release "Short stint, isn't it, Julie?" A triple hit Sprinting down to first base, fella can't throw for shit And keep in mind, this is Deacon from the GTz J's problem was too qualified to smoke too many trees Could've bounced straight into the stall twenty-five years later Strike three from the foul balls And this young punk taking walks, swinging bunts If that plane wouldn't've crashed, I'd be getting cash Swallow my pride up, line up Good game, enemy, strange front Hey, hey, hey, hey And this young punk taking walks, swinging bunts If that plane wouldn't've crashed, I'd be getting cash Swallow my pride, I'm gonna hit 'em, hey, that's a good game My enemy's Ders' friend, my enemy's Ders' friend Hey, I could've been with J when she was doing butterflies Swing to the J when she was with that Tom Selleck guy If I was on the plane, gone down with her Now I'm on the mound, triple swing from a twelve hitter Pan to the shortstop, watching him overthrow As he rounds first saying, "I love Perfecto" Reoccurring image of Julie telling Tommy to let it go Reoccurring image of Julie telling Tommy to let it go Reoccurring image of Julie telling Tommy to let it go Reoccurring image of Julie telling Tommy to let it go Reoccurring image of Julie telling Tommy to let it go Reoccurring image of Julie telling Tommy to let it go Reoccurring image of Julie telling Tommy to let it go Reoccurring image of Julie telling Tommy to let it go Reoccurring image of Julie telling Tommy to let it go Hey
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