Getting Old - Lyrics All, Music Cheeba

My hair’s turning grey
My belly’s getting big
My balls are hanging low
I’m getting old, I’m getting old

I wear glasses and now I see
My kids ignoring me
And not doing what they’re told
I’m getting old, I’m getting old

Day after day, week after week
Ass loads of entropy
Got no pizzazz; ain't got no soul
I’m getting old, I’m getting old



Too Many Pills - Cristo

Sunday, a pill for your back
Monday, a pill to stop a heart attack
Tuesday, a pill to help food pass
Wednesday, a pill to control the gas
Thursday, a pill to help you see
Friday, a pill to control the pee
Saturday, a pill for knees that creek
Good-bye savings, week after week

You take too many pills
You take too many pills
Your kidney isn’t thrilled
You take too many pills

Sunday, a pill to grow more hair
Monday, a pill for despair
Tuesday, a pill to help you sleep
Wednesday, a pill to get through the week
Thursday, a pill for anxiety
Friday, a pill for an allergy
Saturday, a pill with fish oil
Now your body is in complete turmoil



Yard Work - Cheeba

I’m in the yard olympics
I better get out and mow
The neighbors are watching
I’m going for the gold

Dog shit on my shoes
Hands all covered with gas
I used to be cool
Now I’m cutting grass

I’m pulling all my weeds
And then I’ll pot some plants
I’ll aerate my lawn
And then i’ll kill some ants

I’m spraying for bugs
I’m raking all my leaves
Trimming up my hedges
And then I’ll prune some trees

I’m planting all new tulips
And unwinding my hose
I’m turning on the sprinklers
And chasing off the crows



Bald Spot - Lyrics Cristo, Music Cheeba

Hair in my ears
Hair in my nose
Hair on my balls
Hair on my toes
Hair on my back
Hair on my neck
Hair in my crack… what the heck?

But that’s not where I need it
That’s not where I need it
There’s a place it never grows
I wear a hat so no one knows
I got a bald spot, a bald spot
Fuck off Fabio, I got a bald spot

Hair growing hat
Hair growing pills
Hair growing oil
Hair growing bills
Hair on my arms
Hair on my face
Hair on my legs… it’s all over the place



Where Are My Glasses? - Cristo

I can’t read the seat number
On the boarding passes
My vision’s getting weaker
Where are my glasses?

Black yoga pants
Wrapping their assets
Are they hot or not?
Where are my glasses?

Where are my glasses?
Where are my glasses?
Where are my glasses?
Where are my glasses? - On your head!

Words on the road sign dripping like molasses
I might be lost. Where are my glasses?
It’s a matter of time until I get into crashes
Driving blind. Where are my glasses?

I’m not worried about a few bypasses
Steak menu please. Where are my glasses?
I can’t read instructions, so I’m taking chances
One or two pills? Where are my glasses?

Flush me down the toilet
After you burn me to ashes
I need to change my will
Where are my glasses?



Can’t Get It Up - Cristo

He can’t get it up, so she’s not getting down
He can’t get it up, so she’s not getting down
He needs a prescription
Before she finds someone else in town

She used imagination, but nothing seemed to work
She used imagination, but nothing seemed to work
He needs a remedy
Before his lady goes berserk

Wait a second lady, please don’t walk away
Wait a second lady, please don’t walk away
If you don’t want to give your man another chance
Then call up one of your girlfriends later today



Fun For All Funeral - Cristo

When I die please don’t cry
Laugh instead even though I’m dead
We all know, we all go

If you look at the sky and wonder why
I won’t be found rotting in the ground
We all know, we all go
Whatever you believe, make a toast for me

I wanna fun for all funeral
Fun for all funeral
Fun for all funeral when I die.

Don’t hire a preacher, don’t listen to lies
Don’t spend a lot of money to immortalize
Just gather with friends, drink wine and beer
Listen to The Beatles, that would be more sincere

I wanna fun for all funeral
Fun for all funeral
Fun for all funeral when I die

I wanna fun for all funeral
Fun for all funeral
Fun for all funeral




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