HOT LUNCH, by The Beer Patrice

HOT LUNCH

by The Beer Patrice

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1.	Harbourside Waterslide 02:28	lyrics	buy track
Step right up ladies and gentleman To the one - the only The first and hopefully the last Harbourside waterslide Well well well well It'll make ya scream cream ya jeans like Steve Mcqueen When ya hitting the scene Man it's so obscene - what a crazy lean mean scene man Do ya know what I mean? Five bucks cash Oily fish water don't make no splash Take the last - come in last - go so fast Travel through time bring ya back to the past Baby - hit's so hard put ya ass in a cast The day is saved when make them waves The way ya slide - ride razor blades - but I'd Do it again - do it again - do it again - I'd do it again yeah. Back in the day when It was run by the feds man Doctors and proctors next to hospital beds And Its was a million feet tall Aint so cold Open till fall So for a mighty good time you know who ta call Can't get more fun when ya under the sun when the fuzz come better know where to run Get the buzz before it's done I'm goin ta jail but in the meantime I'd do it again - do it again - do it again - do it again yeah It's the Harbourside water-slide!
2.	Can't Talk to Fish 02:17	lyrics	buy track
Well I knew a fish and a fish knew me yeah And he did something that you wouldn't believe, yeah And If you got the time and you gimme a dime I'll give ya mine I'll give ya mine but he won't talk to ya talk to ya talk to ya talk to you yeah But I knew a fish and a fish knew me yeah And he did something that ya wouldn't believe yeah He swam upstream and he made some cream yeah he made the bitches scream made some bitches scream but he won't talk to yah talk to ya talk to ya talk to ya talk to you yeah Nobody want's to talk to an ocean creature - he might eat ya - oh no No-one shares what they hold so dear with an ocean creature He might pull you in Well I knew a fish and a fish knew me yeah Spoke to him and he spoke to me yeah he won't mess a-bass he'll kick ya ass - how broke his tail now he's in a cast, c'mon Talk to ya talk to ya talk to ya talk to you yeah But I knew a fish and a fish knew me yeah He's got a steeze and he's hard to please yeah He broke the line now he's doing time He commits the crime when he blows ya mind c'mon Can't talk to ya talk to ya talk to ya talk to ya talk to you yeah Nobody want's to talk to an ocean creature - he might eat ya - oh no No-one shares what they hold so dear with an ocean creature He might pull you in YOU CAN'T Talk to fish x (infinity) If you got eight legs you an octo-fish and if ya got a phd you a docto-fish and if you wanna take a flight hellicopto-fish and if you went home empty handed you forgoto-fish you can't talk to fish you can't talk to no fish Nobody want's to talk to an ocean creature - he might eat ya - oh no No-one shares what they hold so dear with an ocean creature He might pull you innnnnnnn
3.	Minimum Wage Rage 02:37	info	buy track
4.	Dad 02:18	lyrics	buy track
Little bobby hurried up the stairs Just to see what was happening there It was daddy pulling mommy's hair It was a screamin moanin groanin mess He's so confused he must confess A growing boy he needs his rest Old Freud's annoyed - whats going on bobby you should write this song Told him that it wasn't wrong You'll be dad - it won't be long They just keep fuckin - fuckin - fuckin and fuckin Well Dad's fuckin your mom Ya know he's doing it wrong Your dad's a mother fucker he's the mother fucking bomb Now you got a couple uh kids Mini-van's and Disney vids just look back how far you've slid Take the cake and eat it to suburban bung to move into Shit tv just spinning poo Like the dish you ate at two They just keep fucking and fucking and fuckin and fuckin Now your a Dad fuckin a mom You know your'e doing it wrong Your a mother fucker you're a mother fucker yeah Just a Dad fucking a mom Afraid your doing it wrong You're a mother fucker You're a mother fucker yeah Tried to say that she's was to old Now you're left out in the cold Bust out your dick wipe off the mould Antique queef right up my nose Tried to say that she's too old Cracked the key of an ancient code Egyptian period pantyhose
5.	Sex Crymez 02:11	lyrics	buy track
Sexy lady cabdriver Where is it that you are going to? Do I have to get out Do I have to get out Do I have to get out Or can I just get off with you? Sexy post office worker Girl I got this fat package for you I'll be lickin ya stamp but girl you ain't no tramp and I'll make ya damp I just wanna share this mailbox here with you! Sexcrimes! Sexcrimes! Sexcrimes! Girl I gotta sexycrime right here for you Sexy Zoology worker Girl Let's go to the zoo We'll be Swingin from trees - we'll be down on our knees The new Adam and Eve - girl you gotta believe That it's you that I need - We'll be painting it green We'll be feeling the breeze - won't you listen to me We'll be making the tea - Won't ya feel my disease What I got up my sleeve - Girl you such a tease While you're listening to creed - I'll make ya believe It's you that I need and that I want you to feed me don't you know that you're the one that I want BUT We just came here to FUNK Little garbage lady she be ridin my JUNK Smash through the top to the bot-tom BUNK Moppin up the floor with my elephant TRUNK Cus down in Alabama I be bringing the hamma You be grabbing my banana While I be testing yo stamina You raisin my antenna Pick up waves like gamma While I'm slam min ya gramma down in cuba - HAVANNA Me and you girl make the dine and DASH Million dollar body hottie makin that CASH Sweeipin up the floor while I be waxen that ASS one FLASH of my STACHE it be making you CRASH
6.	Virgin Mary 01:44	lyrics	buy track
Well Oh Mary Mary Mary, can't you see That you got the lord growin inside of my jeans and I Can't sleep at night - I lay awake and I Pray the lord this bone to take Gimme one chance and I'll show ya why that Joseph ain't your kinda guy girl Mary I know what you ain't no ho' but Fifty shots later you a virgin no more Well I got the kinda lovin that makes Lucifer cringe And your glory makes my eyebrows singe That's a bun in the oven that's the son of god Just tell me who got inside of your bod An angels blessing sounds like a lie How'd that Joseph get to your holy surprise Ya been across the desert through the roaring sands Just tell me who got inside of your pants! The virgin mary's a virgin no more
7.	Nan's Vibe 01:56	lyrics	buy track
Well sit down And baby hear my words! Think Nan's dried up well honey that's absurd Still some juice left in this old bird Been ripening with age when will you learn? Hard and grey like a fucking mountian Turn ya mother's mother into a flowing fountian Cum six times baby hard to question Get so deep give ya indigestion! Stick it in ya face now Nan's vibrator Come and get a taste now Nan's Vibrator All over ya face now Nan's Vibrator Come and get a taste now! Only got one speed - that's give'r till you've filler your need And it's sturdy and it's strong baby, won't last long Fucked nan so good that she wrote this song Through those fleshy drapes oh no she won't be late oh no When ya ask her out for a date don't make her wait don't maker her wait no! Stick it in ya face now Nan's Vibrator Everybody race now Nan's Vibrator All over ya face now Baby whinin' and dine Blam pick it up give the player a wind oh I Don't give a shit if think it's a switch Mother fuck an old dick - this is duracell bitch Plus - I don't know if you got the time cus - grandma's got her needs grandma's got her needs grandma's got her needs! Stick it in ya face now Nan's vibrator Come and get a taste now Nan's vibrator Everybody race now All over your face now And you burnin it down Oh nan be pickin up when you puttin it down Oh yeah she pick it up when ya puttin it down Oh nan's been gettin down baby all over town oh yeah Nan's vibrator

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released October 15, 2014

Written and Preformed by: The Beer Patrice
Recorded by: Badger at The Burrow
Released July 2014 by: Yar Records

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The Beer Patrice St. John'S, Newfoundland and Labrador

One grim and frostbitten night - Dr. VonRompenstein, being prone to strokes of brilliance, decides to SEEK THE NEW SOUND!

Compiling a gruesome band on the most sick, evil, twisted and funky session players he can muster - The Beer Patrice were shat into existence.

Blending punk, funk, junk, and hot gunk - these villainous creatures spit hot flows to make ya brain go like WOAH.

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