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The Penguin

The Penguin - "The Penguin" (Count Orlock Records 1996)
  It's Hard To Be A Penguin
  Boozin'
  Stuck With My Dipper In The Zipper
  Cactus Cowboy
  Too Cold For Love
  Search Party / Instrumental
  You're The Kind Of Woman
  Too Late To Run
  Why Me?
  Skinflick / Instrumental
  Horny Beat
  Ice Rock
  Burning The Wind


It's Hard To Be A Penguin (E. Haamers)
I can't walk and i can't fly, i'm no bird up in the sky
It's hard to be a penguin
You think i like it in the ice, but you better listen to my advice
It's hard to be a penguin

Wiggle, waggle, wiggle, waggle, up and down the ice
It's just to keep our feet warm, but that's no surprise

I can't walk and i can't fly, i'm no bird up in the sky
It's hard to be a penguin
You think i like it in the ice, but you better listen to my advice
It's hard to be a penguin

We're dancing to the ice-rock-sound of the polarbear quartet
Those bears are so crazy man, they make us penguins mad

I can't walk and i can't fly, i'm no bird up in the sky
It's hard to be a penguin
You think i like it in the ice, but you better listen to my advice
It's hard to be a penguin

Everybody laughs at me when i'm waggling along
They're calling me a waiter, undertaker of a nun

I can't walk and i can't fly, i'm no bird up in the sky
It's hard to be a penguin


Boozin' (E. Haamers)
I went out with my gal on a whiskey spree
Drinking ans bashing till after three
We're boozin' around, turn the inside down
We're boozin' around, till the light goes out

Well, we don't care if you think it's a sin
And we don't care if we lose or win
We're boozin' around, crawling on the ground
We're boozin' around, delerium bound

Got money in my pocket and my baby by my side
It's along time since i saw her, gonna have a ball tonight
We're boozin' around, love that bottle sound
We're boozin' around, gonna twist and shout

Hey waiter, fill those glasses up to the brim
Got plenty a cash to make the whole world sing
We're boozin' around, delerium bound
We're boozin' around, till our lights goes out

It's your body talk i just can't stand
If i can't touch, cut off my hands
We're boozin' around, wanna scream out loud
We're boozin' around, 'cause i just found out


Stuck With My Dipper In The Zipper (E. Haamers)
I was dancing in the bedroom of mary-jo
She told me that she wanted me and needed me so
We were just doing the tango, when we heard a big bang
It was this giant of a husband, came in through the wall
I raced for the window with my slacks on my knees
But just before i jumped i got stuck
With my dipper in the zipper
I got stuck with my dipper in the zipper
I got stuck with my dipper in the zipper
I got stuck with my dipper in the zipper
And i never gonna chase a married gal again

I was shitting in the woods, minding my own business
The birds were singing and the sun shone bright
Then i heard a rumble from behind a big tree
It was a chaingang on the run just grinning at me
Oh, please doctor, i really had no luck
'Cause before i could escape i got stuck
With my dipper in the zipper
I got stuck with my dipper in the zipper
I got stuck with my dipper in the zipper
I got stuck with my dipper in the zipper
And i never gonna shit in the woods again

Forty days later i was in an elevator
Together with sue-ellen going to the top
We went up and down and then we hit the brake
But the brake broke down and we stopped to shake
Sue-ellen on the floor gazing people were struck
I pulled up my pants and got stuck
With my dipper in the zipper
And i never gonna do it in an elevator again
I got stuck with my dipper in the zipper
I got stuck with my dipper in the zipper
I got stuck with my dipper in the zipper
I got stuck with my dipper in the zipper

And i never gonna shit in the woods again
And i never gonna do it in an elevator again
And i never gonna chase a married gal again


Cactus Cowboy (E. Haamers)
I'm a cactus cowboy, riding hight and dry
A cactus cowboy and i don't know why
Everytime i kiss a gal she blows up with a scream
My thorns are too sharp or i am too mean

I'm a cactus cowboy (a giant porcupine)
I'm a cactus cowboy watch out for my spine

Well i'm riding night and day and never find the one for me
It makes me sad, oh daddy-o
In every corner of the world i've searched and never found
The gal who can resist these bloody spikes of mine

I'm a cactus cowboy (a giant porcupine)
I'm a cactus cowboy watch out for my spine

When the sun goes down and the desert stops to sleep
It's time for me to go on
To another hellish place where i can hide my tride face
'Cause there ain't no way they leave me unharmed

I'm a cactus cowboy (a giant porcupine)
I'm a cactus cowboy watch out for my spine


Too Cold For Love (E. Haamers)
Baby i'm thinking of a going away
'Cause there ain't no use for me to stay
You're too cold
You're too cold
You're too cold for love to survive in

Every time i hear you say "you're mine"
I feel the chills running down my spine
You're too cold
You're too cold
You're too cold for love to survive in

When we're dancing and i hold you tight
I don't feel flesh, no i feel ice
When in bed you lay next to me
My heart freezes from youe misery

There ain't no heater in this goddamned house
That keeps me warm when you're around
You're too cold
You're too cold
You're too cold for love to survive in

You're too cold for love to drive me wild
You're too cold for love to get me out of my mind
You're too cold for love to get me feeling right
You're too cold for love to get my temperature rising


Search Party / Instrumental (E. Haamers)

You're The Kind Of Woman (E. Haamers)
You're the kind of woman, that keeps me satisfied
You're the kind of woman, that makes me feel allright
You're the kind of woman, that drags me to the bad
You're the kind of woman, that makes this old head mad

You're kind of woman, that fills up every place
You're the kind of woman, that sits right on my face
You're the kind of woman, that keeps me satisfied
You're the kind of woman, that makes me feel allright

You're the kind of woman, that doesn't care for gold
But you care for loving, that's what i am told
You're the kind of woman that makes a sed man smile
For your kind of woman i walk a thousand miles

You're the kind of woman, that burns away the sheets
You're the kind of woman, that gets me on my knees
You're the kind of woman, that keeps me satisfied
You're the kind of woman, that makes me feel allright

You're the kind of woman, who feeds me when i'm hungry
You're the kind of woman, who gives me whiskey when i'm dry
You're the kind of woman, that loves to sit on top
You're the kind of woman, that turns my heater high

You're the kind of woman, that makes my night a day
You're the one, who moulds me like a piece of clay
You're the kind of woman, that keeps me satisfied
You're the kind of woman, that makes me feel allright


Too Late To Run (E. Haamers)
You know it ain't no use for trying anymore
You can't keep me outside when i'm knocking at your door
Silver and gold and all the diamonds of the world
Can't save you now, can't save you now

'Cause it's
Too late to run
Too late to run

Walking down the street, you think you've got it all
But let me tell you baby, you ain't got nothing at all
Walking every straight, your nose turned up high
But it won't help you baby 'cause i'm gonna make you cry
Gonna make you cry

Too late to run
Too late to run
Too late to run
Too late to run


Why Me? (E. Haamers)
I'm looking through the bars at the bright full moon
I'm thinking by myself i got to get out soon
I need a case of dynamite just to set me free
But the warden blows his whistle and he points his gun at me

Why, why me?
Why, why me?

Home, sweet home, it's been a long, long time
I even can't remeber how the sun used to shine
I'm an innocent man, convicted for no crime
And they put me in this cell for a doggone time

Why, why me?
Why, why me?

Someone is out there who knows he should be here
It makes me cry but no-one wants to hear
I'm climbing up these walls and i tear out my hair
But no-one does listen and no-one does care

Why, why me?
Why, why me?


Skinflick / Instrumental (E. Haamers)

Horny Beat (E. Haamers)
Belly dancing linda and cowboy pete
Doing all they can on that horny beat

Rattle your bones and clack your teeth
Dancing on that horny beat

The beast and the beauty are when they meet
Boneshaken by that horny beat

That bonking rhythm heals complete
When you're stomping on that horny beat

Hey little baby ain't that sweet
This brain smashing horny beat

Drag your woman between the sheets
And party on that horny beat

Come on boys, let's sink the fleet
Dive into that horny beat

The shadow knows just what you need
That's to burn your horny beat

The whole gang's shaking on t
Going crazy on that horny


Ice Rock (E. Haamers)
A horse, a chicken and a goat
All jumped into a big life boat
The captain said "knock, knock, knock"
This ship's gonna sink by this big ice rock

Ice rock, a chicken and a goat
Ice rock, into a big life boat
Ice rock, he said "knock, knock, knock"
This ship's gonna sink by this big ice rock

Put on your big flat snow shoes
Dance all night and sing the blues
We ain't got no time to talk
When we're doing this hot ice rock

Ice rock, flat snow shoes
Ice rock, gonna sing the blues
Ice rock, ain't got no time to talk
When we're doing this hot ice rock

Cut down the sails and don't you want
All we'll be is shark bait
The whole ship's in a shock
When we bump that big ice rock

Ice rock, don't you want
Ice rock, as shark bait
Ice rock, ship's in a shock
When we bump that big ice rock

Down on the deck was a guy called mack
He could take a lot but this made him crack
Handsome pete, afraid to lose his face
Dived in the waves, left without a trace

Ice rock, there was a guy called mack
Ice rock, but this made hin crack
Ice rock, and handsome pete
Dived in the waves, left without a trace

Ice rock, brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
Ice rock, brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr


Burning The Wind (B. Wallace)


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