Busdriver - Name Forgetter lyrics
Name Forgetter (Busdriver) My name ain't Tucker Biff Or Spunk-Meyer Don't have a putting-iron Nor is my hair gray Hey that's your name And you got bird droppings on your sun visor from an air-raid of flying monkeys with head-propellers You ask what's The Weather I have a wet umbrella He has a parasol in the sand So guess what it is us And when you are in The Weather You're covered in tar and chicken feathers Then there's orange cones around my bed Cuz I be manufacturing dreams so you can put ‘em in you answering machine And I sell them to people who get into fender-benders in bumper-to-bumper traffic I use to think I was named after a star cluster But it turns out it was a bumper sticker on a car bumper An obscure reference Not the pure essence That's what I'm asking Your suggestions for a new one You can name me after the inventor of the whoopee-cushion or a teenager who's bud cookie cooking Or I know I'll buy one when I rob this Bank of America branch with a finger poking through my pocket of these pair of pants Then I will escape to Paris France And I'll live on a yoga farm and join many hippie caravans But now I'm selling finger paintings from a centerfold to be in a LA roach motel that's rent controlled Your name should cry out to women wearing crotchless panties and plastic aprons Feeding chocolate candies that are wrapped in bacon to unsophisticated sloth They don't know their names They write them backwards on their foreheads to remember Oh their annoying Tenderloin LA women LA women rule with an obedient poise on a sitting stole I salvage her bathing suit top when I clean out my swimming pool She has an off switch With a fat wallet I made a cash deposit in her ovulating ovaries What's God and Satan's college debating teams' lawyer fee for moderating my name dispute I swear I'm worth my body weight in saxophone reeds (Radioinactive) Inactive device to activate the sacrifice Just another funny looking Mediterranean brother As the head of an alien hovers I've been meaning to mail it to mother All these heathens are k**ing each other A k**er recovers by victims who suffer I recover the k**er with colorful silver psychic ability Helmet facility Paper and pencil An apron's essential when carving your mental The kitchen ware's b**hin there Look at that frigidaire Its covered in pigeon hair Petition for the competition to fill out the questionnaire Will a disgusted protestor appear We discussed the contestant's sincere desire to respond to the questions they hear Makes me question the answers by learning that German announcers are learning to pronounce your last name with an English accent There's tremendous skiing in Aspen European a**a**ins pretending to be Alaskan are defending their tea time contraption against masculine women Don't ask me when swimming in gra** skirts and linens I crash into women by accident grinning Here's some cash for the cleaning of my cottage cheese ceiling I've got a strange feeling about your outerspace healing This clam chowder is from New Zealand I had a bit of veal in the capital of potato peeling I battle dull amateurs Leave em embedded in edible bandages Incredible Hulk Hogan smoking medical coke in the Club Med in Hoboken I'm clubbing you over the head with the head of Hulk Hogan attached to a bazooka Except I gave you a crew cut before hand I'm the door man opening up your bags And they give me a couple of bucks to do so I knew no precautions would be taken Sticking a wooden stake in a woman for taking too long In the basement a bomb I say so in the song But it's not the truth Look at the doctor's boots They're made of solid gold Call it sold Sold that before I made it Norton created file savers for aisle gazers Shopping for Miles Davis Wash cloth repellant Osh kosh for felons Let's mosh for Elvis If you have fresh pot to sell us Let's wash the shelves kids Just like the elves did If you dislike the velvet There'll be fist fights in hell kid So kiss my lapel Using a pellet gun on the pelican fisherman Mel Melodramatic developing habits of actors A rabbits fatal fight with a badger Fatal attraction I labeled the caption with a close captioned rose napkin Actions are greater than words The waiter deserves a good tip I cater to the nerves of wordsmiths I'm here to preserve the weird and absurd in cowsh**