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Popoki House Blues
05:57
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Ain't got no num nums in my food bowl,
Ain't got no water in my dish,
You know that I like birdies but you only feed me fish.
I got them blues, I got those Popoki House Blues.
I'm just a poor little itty bitty kitty and I got those
Ever lovin' Popoki House Blues.
There's a bright snuggly spot on the carpet,
It moves through the house all day,
I wish it was my friend so we could go outside and play.
I got them blues, I got those Popoki House Blues.
I'm just a poor little itty bitty kitty and I got those
Ever lovin' Popoki House Blues.
Miss Gertie loves her moggies,
She’s the patron saint of cats,
Her birthday’s the same as old Patrick’s,
But he’s just a snake in the grass.
She’s got them blues,
She’s got those Popoki House Blues.
I'm just a poor little itty bitty kitty and I got those
Ever lovin' Popoki House Blues.
In Hawaii we call ‘em popoki,
On the mainland they call ‘em kitty cats,
But when I stumble over one in the dark,
I call her worse names than that!
I got them blues, I got those Popoki House Blues.
I'm just a poor little itty bitty kitty and I got those
Ever lovin' Popoki House Blues.
I live with two crazy cat ladies,
I think they're pretty sweet,
But I gotta dress like pizza,
'Cause I know what lesbians eat!
I got them blues, I got those Popoki House Blues.
I'm just a poor little itty bitty kitty and I got those
Ever lovin' Popoki House Blues.
I'm just a poor little itty bitty kitty and I got those
Ever lovin' Popoki House Blues.
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Aristocrats (The Cull)
04:20
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They’ll cull the Earth for money, they’ll murder her for power,
They’ll knife her just for threatening their fragile golden tower.
They’ll cull the Earth for money, they won’t be satisfied,
Until she does the noble thing and conveniently dies.
Absorb the hit, no hue and cry, rewards will come in the afterlife,
Tell Grandma Boomer to grow a spine, all for Wall Street’s bottom line.
The American way is sacrifice, it’s the land of thoughts and prayers,
From Uncle Sam, big industry, and poor poor billionaires.
This battle is as ancient as the stories that we speak,
Wealth it breeds a need for power, like gluttony and greed.
If rich folks hoarded cats instead, they’d get psychiatry,
We’d medicate and thera-pate to save society.
(AND THE CATS!)
Oh beautiful for guillotines, and tar ‘n feather floods,
A firing squad works just as well for waves of crimson mud.
Oh history, oh history, repeat thy bold refrain,
For never shall we tolerate Aristocrats again.
They’ll cull us all for money, they’ve left no room for doubt,
Grampa Boomer’s a lousy consumer, just wants a free handout. (WHAT A BUM!)
They’ll cull us all for money, they won’t be satisfied,
Until we do the noble thing and conveniently die.
Absorb the hit, no hue and cry, rewards will come in the afterlife,
Tell Grandma Boomer to grow a spine, all for Wall Street’s bottom line.
The American way is sacrifice, it’s the land of thoughts and prayers,
From Uncle Sam, big industry, and poor poor billionaires,
From Uncle Sam, big industry, and Wall Street billionaires,
From Uncle Sam, big industry, and poor Wall Street billionaires.
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Words & Music by Richard Iliwa`alani
‘O ka leo, (‘o ka leo), ‘o ka manu (‘o ka manu),
E, ho’i mai, e pili.
‘O ka leo, (‘o ka leo), ‘o ka manu (‘o ka manu),
E, ho’i mai, e pili.
Keiki o ka ‘āina i ka pono, Nānākuli ‘ea,
E, ho’i mai, e pili.
Keiki o ka ‘āina i ka pono, Nānākuli ‘ea,
E, ho’i mai, e pili.
Oh the voice (oh the voice), of the bird (of the bird),
Oh return and hold fast.
Oh the voice (oh the voice), of the bird (of the bird),
Oh return and hold fast.
Child of the land in righteousness, Nānākuli, yeah.
Oh return and be close.
Child of the land in righteousness, Nānākuli, yeah.
Oh return and be close.
‘O ka leo, (‘o ka leo), ‘o ka manu (‘o ka manu),
E, ho’i mai, e pili.
Oh the voice (oh the voice), of the bird (of the bird),
Oh return and hold fast.
Keiki o ka ‘āina i ka pono, Nānākuli ‘ea,
E, ho’i mai, e pili.
Child of the land in righteousness, Nānākuli, yeah.
Oh return and be close.
E, ho’i mai, e pili.
Oh return and be close.
E, ho’i mai, e pili.
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BRAINY GAY WIMMIN #19 & 2020 (Everybody Must Wear Masks)
Words by Katie Blanchard & Taeri Wen Schiffman
It infects you when you’re downwind of a sneeze,
It infects you as you hug your dearest niece.
It infects you while you eat your favorite lunch,
It infects you as you drink Hawaiian Punch.
This Corona will do more than get you trashed,
So everybody must wear masks.
You can catch it when you try to pet your cat,
It’s contagious where somebody else has sat.
You can catch it and then give it to your folks,
You ignore it and your friends die of a hoax.
What’s normal now is nothing like the past,
Everybody must wear masks.
Well the governor says corona’s in the hood,
Even so, he’d like to open again for good.
But it hunts you while you play beneath the sheets,
And it stalks you when you protest in the streets.
They’ll sing it on the big newscasts,
Everybody must wear masks.
They’ll plague you if you are the president,
Though you’re nothing but a low-class resident.
They’ll taint you when you’re on the Senate floor,
Even while you’re busy sneaking out the door.
Trump claims the COVID flu won’t last, but
Everybody must wear masks.
Some refuse to wear a mask ‘cause they don’t need ‘em,
And believe to wear a mask assaults their freedom,
They wear no mask while marching on the beach,
They won’t because they think they’re out of reach.
But denying modern science never lasts, so
Everybody must wear masks.
They’ll infect us if they’re Nazi or the Klan,
They’ll affect us all just because they can.
They’ll infect us while we’re social distancing,
They’ll afflict us ‘cause malarky’s all they bring.
The G-O-P are talkin’ out their cracks, so
Everybody must wear masks.
Wear a mask please when you want to leave your house,
Or at least while you’re in line for Mickey Mouse.
You should mask up when you order from your waiter,
Unless you’d rather wear a ventilator.
There’s a reason for the grim forecast, so
Everybody must wear masks.
They’ll mask you in the Florida Keys,
They’ll mask you out in Los Angel-eez.
They’ll mask you up in old N-Y-C,
They’ll mask you so you won’t D-I-E.
Don’t know why it’s so hard for folks to grasp, but
Everybody must wear masks.
Since Republicans keep talkin’ out their ass,
Everybody must wear masks.
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Touch Of Grey
06:45
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"Touch Of Grey" by R. Hunter & J. Garcia
It must be getting early, clocks are running late.
Paint by numbers morning sky,
Looks so phony.
Dawn is breaking everywhere, light a candle, curse the glare.
Draw the curtains, I don't care,
'Cause it's alright.
I will get by, I will get by, I will get by, I will survive.
I see you got your list out, say your piece and get out.
Yes I got the gist of it,
But it's alright.
Sorry that you feel that way, the only thing there is to say.
Every silver lining's got a,
Touch of grey
I will get by, I will get by, I will get by, I will survive.
It's a lesson to me,
The Ables and the Bakers and the C's.
The ABC's we all must face,
And try to keep a little grace.
It's a lesson to me,
The Deltas and the East and the Freeze.
The ABC's we all think of,
And try to keep a little love.
I know the rent is in arrears, the cat’s not been fed in years.
It's even worse than it appears,
But it's alright.
Cows are giving kerosene, kid can't read at seventeen,
The words she knows are all obscene,
But it's alright.
I will get by, I will get by, I will get by, I will survive
The shoe is on the hand it fits, there's really nothing much to it.
Whistle through your teeth and spit,
'Cause it's alright.
Oh well a touch of grey, kind of suits you anyway.
That was all I had to say, but,
It's alright.
I will get by, I will get by, I will get by, I will survive.
We will get by, we will get by, we will get by, we will survive.
We will get by, we will get by, we will get by, we will survive.
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Take me back to Desert Valley,
Let me lay beneath her sun.
Take me back to Desert Valley,
When my life on Earth is done.
Let her winds gently kiss me,
Her mountain arms can hold me tight.
Let me hear her sagebrush singing,
In my dreams all through the night.
Take me back to Desert Valley,
Let me lay beneath her sun.
Take me back to Desert Valley,
When my life on Earth is done.
Her warm sands I'll feel beneath me,
I long to see her winter snow.
In early spring her cactus blooming,
By the Joshuas below.
Take me back to Desert Valley,
Let me lay beneath her sun.
Take me back to Desert Valley,
When my life on Earth is done.
Take me back to Desert Valley,
There I'll never be alone.
I can hear the coyotes calling,
Desert Valley is my home.
Take me back to Desert Valley,
Let me lay beneath her sun.
Take me back to Desert Valley,
When my life on Earth is done.
Take me back to Desert Valley,
When my life on Earth is done.
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Well, I packed my bags and bought myself a ticket,
For the land of the tall palm tree,
Aloha Old Milwaukee, Hello Waikiki,
I just stepped down from the airplane,
When I heard her say,
"Waka waka nuka licka, waka waka nuka licka
Would you like a lei? Eh?"
Let's talk dirty in Hawaiian, whisper in my ear.
Kicka pooka mooka wa wahini, are the words I long to hear.
Lay your coconut on my tiki, what the hecka mooka mooka dear.
Let's talk dirty in Hawaiian, say the words I long to hear.
It's a ukulele Honolulu sunset, listen to the grass skirts sway.
Drinking rum from a pineapple, out on Honolulu Bay.
The steel guitars all playing, while she's talking with her hands.
Gimme gimme oka doka, make a wish I wanna polka,
Words I understand - Hey!
Let's talk dirty in Hawaiian, whisper in my ear.
Kicka pooka mooka wa wahini, are the words I long to hear.
Lay your coconut on my tiki, what the hecka mooka mooka dear.
Let's talk dirty in Hawaiian, say the words I long to hear.
Well, I boughta lotta junka with my moolah,
And I sent it to the folks back home.
I never had the chance to dance the hula,
Well, I guess I should have known.
When you start talking to the sweet wahini,
Walking in the pale moonlight.
Ohka doka whatta setta, knocka-rocka-sis-boom-bakas
Hope I said it right - well!
Let's talk dirty in Hawaiian, whisper in my ear.
Kicka pooka mooka wa wahini, are the words I long to hear.
Lay your coconut on my tiki, what the hecka mooka mooka dear.
Let's talk dirty in Hawaiian, say the words I long to hear.
Well it's been twenty-something years since my last visit,
And I've changed a little bit since then.
I've put a lotta fat on my 'okole, and my hair's a gettin' thin.
But I found myself a sweet wahine ipo, who keeps me warm at night,
Smoke-a bowl-a pakalolo, island kohe is so 'ono,
Finally got it right! Yes!
Let's talk dirty in Hawaiian, whisper in my ear.
Kicka pooka mooka wa wahini, are the words I long to hear.
Lay your coconut on my tiki, what the hecka mooka mooka dear.
Let's talk dirty in Hawaiian, say the words I long to hear.
Let's talk dirty in Hawaiian, say the words I long to hear.
[Spoken:] Aloha
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The Donald Trump Club March (LYRICS)
Music by J. Dodd; Lyrics by T. Schiffman & K. Blanchard
Who became the President by conning you and me?
D-O-N A-L-D T-R-U-M-P
Hey there, hi there, ho there he’s dishonest as can be!
D-O-N A-L-D T-R-U-M-P
Donald Trump, Donald Trump,
His hair looks like a Tribble took a dump dump dump!
Who thinks he’s still the President but lost to J-O-E?
D-O-N A-L-D T-R-U-M-P
Who’s the biggest narcissist dividing you and me?
D-O-N A-L-D T-R-U-M-P
Hey there, hi there, ho there, he’s malignant as can be!
D-O-N A-L-D T-R-U-M-P
Donald Trump, Donald Trump,
Ivanka is the girl he wants to hump hump hump! (Ewww!)
Who’s the biggest circus act since Barnum and Bailey?
D-O-N A-L-D T-R-U-M-P
Who’s the greatest leader that the world has ever seen?
D-O-N A-L-D T-R-U-M-P
Hey there, hi there, ho there, he’s as fascist as can be!
D-O-N A-L-D T-R-U-M-P
Donald Trump, Donald Trump,
His ego is much bigger than his junk junk junk!
Who has tiny little hands to crush his enemies?
D-O-N A-L-D T-R-U-M-P
Who’s the viral President who refused to quarantine?
D-O-N A-L-D T-R-U-M-P
Hey there, hi there, ho there he’s the Super-spreader-In-Chief!
D-O-N A-L-D T-R-U-M-P
Donald Trump, Donald Trump,
Walter Reed was just a campaign stunt stunt stunt!
Who scores the finest doctors and his helicopters free?
D-O-N A-L-D T-R-U-M-P
Now it’s time to say goodbye to the Corona-Virus King,
D-O-N (Da svidanya, comrade!)
A-L-D (Mussolini wannabe!)
T-R-U-M-P (Impeached-One-Term)
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Popoki House Long Beach, California
The crazy cat ladies of Popoki House are here to entertain and inform with their unique blend of acoustic guitar and ukulele
music called Hawai’icana. Popoki House perform their fascinating take on cover songs, as well as thought-provoking originals such as their searing political protest song "Aristocrats (The Cull)".
("Popoki" is the Hawai'ian word for "cat!" Do the math.) =-)
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