Autobahn ('00)

Feel like I'm on the Autobahn
No one has their lights on
Home driving drunk from Oktoberfest
Look as slick as road is wet
In my teflon coated bulletproof vest
Thought I was a badass
Thought I was a spy
Now I taste the bitter after
Now I'm a wall without a fly
And I'm on the Autobahn

But I know I've got a good machine
Finally know how I like to drive
I'm getting used to the tires screaming
Getting used to feeling alive
These fascists don't care how fast I drive

Feel like I'm on the Autobahn

I can't drive
When i was 35 it was a very good year
But I'm just 33 - when will it get here?

Irish Pug ('00)

I'm on a bit of a binge
Come a bit off at the hinge
I'm down in the cellar
I'm an underground dweller
And my apartment
Is smaller than yours
I'm attached by the strings
I've seen wonderous things
I'm slaying dragons and boars

I'm at my best when I'm Dad
The best friend that I ever had
I love you so much
And I'm touched
That you make me a part of your games
I'm Han and you're Luke
It's not a fluke
We share the same face
The same name

You are The Beatles to me
A song from the fruit of my tree
Pipe down you pipsqueak
Laugh til yer hickuped and weak
You hug me when I'm feeling bad
Your laugh is the breeze
You are the bees knees
And you are the bet biddlyest lad

Hey ho hidey hidey ho where do you want to go?
Everywhere around the earth ball!

Area Code: 555 ('00)

If you want to see me again
If it's been a little while
Promise you'll still be my friend
Even when you miss my smile
I'll come alive
I'll come alive
I'll come alive
In area code 555
In area code 555
Dial 555
I'll try to find you left of the dial

In Love ('00)

I threw myself a curve
I knew I had to swerve
Serve a little over here
Stand up straight and tall
Follow good rules but not all
Fall a bit more every year
In love

I'm Going To Write Another Song About You Tonight ('00)

I'm going to write another song about you tonight
I know that you can move and I won't hinder you
I feel that you are good and know you set me free
I'm seeing what I want not what I want to see

I'm going to write another song about you tonight

You show me that I'm good at being strong and true
You show me I don't have to stay down there on the ground
I reel onward upward reeling moving dancing, see
I'm seeing what I want not what I want to see

I'm going to write another song about you tonight

Please don't worry
Please don't fret
When we fight
It's all right

Audubon ('00)

There's a feather falling from the
farthest wing
That never stops this bird
It does not feel a thing
It takes more than a single dropped
To keep this bird from flight
It will take more than 10,000 days
To recall one space of night
And as I dive for you I feel the air
That fills my lungs and tells me you are there

Guitar solo

De Ding Dang Dangit ('00)

De ding dang dangit
I got my own slangit
Throw down the jargon
I'm talking sintax, relax
And that's not grammar
Get your foot off my morals
Take away the sledgehammer
It's just a matter of manners
You're a misdemeanor carpet bagger
I'm stick-em-up-punk-it's-the-fun-lovin'-criminals
Boom shack a lack lack boom
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
Boom

Give me room for my motherfuckin' appetites
Give me license to have a bit of fun every night

Naga Mochi ('00)

I'm developing a uniform
I want uniformity
I'm developing a uniform
I demand uniformity
With a little bit of something extra

For a guest
My chest is full of hope, not air
My chest is full of hope, not air

Berries and water
Are my favorite meal
Tell me how you feel
Tell me how you feel

There's something good in any culture

Napoleon Sweepstakes ('00)

This is a dark tale, ladies and gents
One filled with embarrassment - even SHAME
But more than that - it's ridiculous!
A farce played out in public for coin - GAIN
Yes, it's a squalid tail - er, tale that I tell
As I wear an ostrich feather hat, yes it's HELL
It's a limerick of gilt
Johnny Bravo! I'm built for full tilt...
As I fondly my stack of postcards
How I wish I was Admiral Picard
Kicked out of Rockefeller Plaza
Gay like Mike Piazza
They ask, "Where's the rest of the band?"
And "Please don't touch my hand"
Holy Cakes! I've won the sweepstakes
Napoleon sweepstakes and I'm rolling down 5th avenue
let me give you my card!

Postcard ('00)

You'd make a great postcard
But I prefer the photograph
Please, Betty, page me
Because I need to talk to you

Flippin' up a triptych
Slippin' in a zip disk