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UNCLE FREDDIE DIED?'S philosophy is simple:
nod and smile
enjoy the strange
play the uncanny
drink the incredible
strip naked
talk to strangers
learn to let go
have a drink before noon
stay up late
wake the dead
Story behind the song
Dedicated to all the f*** heads we know and love...I wrote this song in 1995, along the same time I wrote Molly Mustang. They have similar composition. It's supposed to be tongue in cheek, but my underlying exasperation with mankind comes through in a mocking manner.
These are not my best lyrics. I had written new ones, calling it the "Stupid song", and I was going to re-record it like most of the songs on my "Glory Whore" album, but I never got around to it, and now I don't care enough to do it. The lyrics are what they are.
Lyrics
i knew a girl, she was well-bred and neat,
her daddy always put her in the driver’s seat.
when she wanted something, she’d ask him for money,
he’d open up his wallet, and “here you go, honey!”
i knew a jock, he thought he was cool,
picked on all the other kids in school.
he used to think that we were the queers,
now he’s a janitor working at sears.
singing the f*** head song,
and i want you to sing along.
singing the f*** head song,
and i think you should sing along.
singing the f*** head song,
now everybody sing along.
singing the f*** head song,
why can’t we all just get along?
i knew a girl, she thought she was hot,
but if you asked her out, she’d say, “i think not!”
she didn’t have the time of day,
now all her other lovers have gone away.
i knew a druggie, he thought he was fun,
tried to make an addict of everyone.
get you hooked, and when he was through,
he’d flash a grin, and “i finally got you!”
singing the f*** head song,
and i want you to sing along.
singing the f*** head song,
and i think you should sing along.
singing the f*** head song,
now everybody sing along.
singing the f*** head song,
why can’t we all just get along?
