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Flix from '86
02:36
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Let's blast off and go to SpaceCamp
Let's watch sweaty dudes play volleyball
Let's ditch going back to school
And go hang out at the Chopping Mall
Let's go get rad with Audrey 2
We'll save Ferris and the Golden Child
We'll go thrashin' with Johnny 5
Wear blue velvet and do something wild
Flix from ‘86
Watching flix from ‘86
Sometimes I get my kicks
Watching flix from 1986
Karate kid goes to Japan
Three amigos go to Mexico
Trouble comes to Little China
Captain Kirk goes to San Francisco
Neon maniacs and critters
Iron eagles and Howard the Duck
Trolls, cobras, and aliens
A goblin king and a goblin-faced truck
Flix from ‘86
Watching flix from ‘86
Sometimes I get my kicks
Watching flix from 1986
(Highlander) There can be only one
(Retreat; surrender) There can be none
(Highlander) There can be only one
(Retreat; surrender) There can be none
Flix from ‘86
Watching flix from ‘86
Sometimes I get my kicks
Watching flix from 1980--
Flix from ‘86
Watching flix from ‘86
That’s how I get my kicks
Watching flix from 1986
1986
I’m watching flix from ‘86
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2. |
Driller Killer
03:02
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Me and the girls are chillin' Friday after school
We're gonna have a slumber party. We think it could be cool
Mom and dad are out of town. The bar is fully stocked.
We can order pizza, watch MTV, and talk
Slip into our PJs and pour ourselves a shot
Becky plays some Starship and we dance with all we've got
But we are not alone
Someone grab the cordless phone
Let's send Becky outside
She's probably gonna die and get stabbed in the eye and I think you know why
And that is because...
There's a killer loose at the slumber party
He's got a drill and an ax. All we got's Bacardi
He's outside lurking and probably jerking it
Killer loose at the slumber party
All the girls are freaking out. I'm trying to stay calm
The Reflex is playing on the tube. God damn, that song's the bomb
Back to the task at hand, the killer can't be far
Looks like a bootleg John Travolta with a drill shaped like a guitar
Let's send Becky for help
That always works out well
She takes a step outside
But she's instantly drilled, she probably got killed, and the killer starts to shred his guitar, which is shaped like a drill, which doesn't make sense, but soon it probably will--
eh, probably not
Killer loose at the slumber party
He's got a drill and an ax. All we got's Bacardi
He's outside lurking and probably jerking it
There's a killer loose at the slumber party
So Becky's probably dead
With a mutilated head
I wish it was Brittany instead
Cause she kind of sucks
Killer loose at the slumber party
He's got a drill and an ax. All we got's Bacardi
He's outside lurking and probably jerking it
Hairy and scary. His name’s probably Gary
Killer loose at the slumber party
There’s a killer loose at the slumber party
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Wham Bam Trans Am
02:22
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Wrap-around shades
Fingerless gloves
Wind in my hair
Cruising for love
Wham Bam Trans Am
Muscle car
Muscle shirt
Yo, ladies
Stud alert
Wham Bam Trans Am
Why is there no one in my passenger seat?
Why won't my girlfriend call me back?
Maybe I'm driving everyone away...nah
I’m just gonna drive my Pontiac
Fist bump
Bro hug
Crack a brew
Ready to chug
Wham Bam Trans Am
Radio up
Pedal down
Needle pegged
Never slow down
Wham Bam Trans Am
Why does my temper flare like a firebird?
Why do I always feel attacked?
Maybe my anger is driving me to drink...nah
I just want to drive my Pontiac
Oh, my god. You're never going to believe this, Becky. This guy with a mullet driving a beat-up firebird pulled up in front of me in the Taco Bell parking lot. He was shirtless, but wearing gloves for some reason? Anyway, he leaned out, lowered his sunglasses, and said he'd take me on a “ride I'd never forget.” As if! I told him that big disappointments were hard to forget. Then I walked away leaving him all alone with his sad, soggy burrito.
Wham Bam! Wham Bam!
Trans Am! Trans Am!
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4. |
All Hail Zoltar
03:34
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Woke up in the future
In the year 3503
I looked around and found some humans
Who looked just as terrified as me
Started digging through the rubble
Looking for some food for our new tribe
Someone found something special
And said, “Hey, come check this out, you guys.”
He found a new god
His name was Zoltar
He grants us wishes for a quarter
His eyes are glowing
He knows the future
His name is Zoltar
He knows the future
We know that he’s magic cause he doesn’t use electricity
When I look into his eyes I truly believe he understands me
His name is Zoltar
And we love him
No other forces are above him
His eyes are glowing
He knows the future
We give him quarters
He knows the future
Zoltar called us near
We all grabbed a beer
And gathered around to listen
Sat in front of him in wonder and fear
Waiting to hear his blessings
A few minutes later
He spat out some paper
From the depths of his mystical chamber
He said, “Hey! Losers, geez.
Go fuck yourself please.”
Zoltar
He fucking hates us
If we were also gods
He wouldn’t date us
We jumped the gun here
He’s not a real god
He’s just a vending machine
From Long Island
I want my money back
I want my money back
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5. |
Is That Freedom Rock?
02:17
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This life
It sucks
Need musical salvation
Musical salvation
Don't tell
K-Tel
I need a compilation
Another compilation
I crave
Escape
From this administration
This administration
Is that Freedom rock?
Well, man, you better turn it up
Is that Freedom rock?
Well, turn it up
Is that Freedom rock?
Well, man, you better turn it up
Is that Freedom rock?
C’mon, turn it up
Can't wait
Eight weeks
For my delivery
My delivery
I need
Some tunes
On record, tape, or CD
Record, tape, or CD
Hit play
Today
Reach escape velocity
Escape velocity
Is that Freedom rock?
Well, man, you better turn it up
Is that Freedom rock?
Well, turn it up
Is that Freedom rock?
Well, man, you better turn it up
Is that Freedom rock?
C’mon, turn it up
C’mon man! Turn that music up!
That is entirely too quiet!
I can’t hear you!
Aw yeah! That’s better!
Are you ready to rock? (yeah!)
Let’s go!
Is that Freedom rock?
Well, man, you better turn it up
Is that Freedom rock?
Well, turn it up
Is that Freedom rock?
Well, man, you better turn it up
Is that Freedom rock?
C’mon, turn it up
Turn it up! (x3)
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6. |
Psychodorks
03:10
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So we like each other yeah
Spending time together yeah
But we want a little more
The shit you can’t buy at the store
We want to stroke each other's hair
And wear each other's underwear
Stir up our juices in a bath
Soak for an hour and a half
I wanna get a tattoo of your face
On my face
Only bigger
If you need me I’ll be in your trash can outside
Pyschodorks
We're having so much fun
Pyschodorks
We're scaring everyone
We could start to get sci-fi
I’m talking Goldblum and a fly
Jump in a pod and become one
A super sexy mutation
I wanna get a tattoo of your face
On my face
Only bigger
If you need me I'll be in the trash can outside
Pyschodorks
We're having so much fun. Oh, yeah
Pyschodorks
We're scaring everyone. Oh, yeah
Pyschodorks
Our outfits always match. Oh, yeah
Psychodorks
Our crotches are attached. Oh, yeah
The metamorphosis is done
You and I have become one
The parts are smaller than the sum
My god! What have I done?!
Psychodorks! (x4)
Yeah...
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Kicking back in my high tech high-rise
Fully automated everywhere
Didn’t think I’d pay such a high price
The place became self-aware
Computer must have deleted
All it’s files on Asimov
Don’t know if there’s a way to defeat it
I gotta find a way to shut it off
Somehow we knew this
But we gave it the power
And because of our hubris
The computer controls the tower (x2)
Just wanted a little convenience
Sounded good when it was on paper
Don’t want to get erased from existence
Stuck in this Sky-Net-Scraper
Sci-fi stories -- we didn’t grok them
And we gave our data away
It’s a W.O.P.R. of a problem
Won’t take an AI to know we’re DOA
Somehow we knew this
But we gave it the power
And because of our hubris
The computer controls the tower (x3)
Pretty sure I head the toaster laugh
I think the vacuum knows kung-fu
The elevator wants to give me the shaft
What the HAL am I going to do? (x2)
Somehow we knew this
But we gave it the power
And because of our hubris
The computer controls the tower (x11)
End of line
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8. |
Working Girl
02:43
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Look at my power suit
At my angular ‘do
Got me a my corner office
Look at that city view
Look at these shoulder pads
Power lunch at 2:00
Spending this entire check
At Saks Fifth Avenue
And I’m keeping all my dreams alive
I’m keeping my eyes open wide
Keeping busy with this 9 to 5
A working girl just trying to survive
At the water cooler
With a bunch of dudes
They’re focused on last weekend
While I make my moves
Faxing documents
To China and Brazil
I’ve got the motivation
With the looks to kill
And I’m keeping all my dreams alive
I’m keeping my eyes open wide
Keeping busy with this 9 to 5
A working girl just trying to survive
Watching the sunset
From a high rise apartment
This night can’t be over yet
Black dress, high heels, clove cigarette
I just need to have a good time
And I’m keeping all my dreams alive
I’m keeping my eyes open wide
Keeping busy with this 9 to 5
A working girl just trying to survive
I’m keeping all my dreams alive
I’m keeping my eyes open wide
It’s just another day in the life
Of a working girl
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9. |
Yo, Rumsfield!
03:21
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Late at night across the street
Something’s giving me the creeps
Neighbors out back digging holes
Rumor says they got no souls
In the middle of the rain
The Klopeks are at it again
Sneak in while they're at the store
We won't take this anymore
This is why I hate living in the burbs
Found a bone in my backyard
Showed it to my best friend Art
He had a logical idea
It belonged to a dead guy
Now we must take a stand
The Klopeks are at it again
Break in, steal all of their skulls
We won't take this anymore
This is why I hate living in the burbs (x2)
I don’t have to listen to this, I don’t need to hear this now (x2)
I wanna kill everyone
Satan is good, Satan is your pal
I don’t have to listen to this, I don’t need to hear this now (x2)
I wanna kill everyone
Satan is good, Satan is your pal
This is why I have living in the burbs
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Rad Max Portland, Oregon
Rad Max is a rad wave dance rock band from Portland, OR. They were voted most likely to play the training montage song in a straight-to-video b-movie. In between VHS movie nights, this band blasts out ridiculous songs about malls, evil computers, and psycho killers with guitar-shaped drills. ... more
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