OIL MAN 

i’m an oil man living in a big white house 
i’m an oil man living in a big white house 
got myself twin daughters, got myself a spouse 
i’m an oil man living in a big white house 

gonna pump it, gonna pump it good 
i’m gonna pump it like a white boy should 
gonna pump it, gonna pump it good 
gonna pump it like you know that i would 

martha stir it up in the real big house 
martha stir it up in the real big house 
i know your stock has fallen, you’re feeling like a mouse 
martha stir it up in the real big house 

i wanna pump it, wanna pump it good 
let me pump your stock up like a white boy should 
come on pump it gonna pump it good 
i’ll pump your stock up like you know that i would 

i’m kenny boy, your new cell buddy 
i’m kenny boy, your new cell buddy 
i used to be on top but you can call me honey 
i’m kenny boy, your new cell buddy 

i’ll let you pump it, let you pump it good 
i’ll let you pump it, like a white boy should 
come on and pump it, let you pump it good 
i’ll let you pump it like you know that i would 

i’m gonna pump it, pump it dry… 
where’s that extra virgin oil?

 

BOOMER 

used to be a street fightin’ man 
but now i do the best that i can 
no sympathy for the devil 
now I’m singing just as i am 

i used to toke smoke on the water 
loved Mississippi queen and her daughter 
showed empathy for bowie’s rebels 
now i sit at home and don’t bother 

boomer boom boom 
boomer boom boom 
we were gonna change the world 
but now we find 
it’s hard just to change our minds 
boomer boom boom 

i once went all the way to memphis 
stopped wars while taking care of business 
magic fingers danced to the music 
now it’s just dilbert and guinness 

when rappers rap and we holler 
don’t touch my car or my daughter 
what happened to the soul kitchen? 
now my generation’s a martyr 

 

FINGER PUPPETS 

it’s one step to the center 
two steps to the right 
three steps to the left lord 
four steps to the fight 
we’re coming on, marching full of hope and glory 
coming on, it’s the same damn story 

finger puppets 
for a new revolution 
what’s the problem 
we got the solution 
no need to ask 
we’re full of confusion 
we’re finger puppets 
for a new revolution 

we don’t need no name tags 
to show up for this fight 
we don’t need to understand 
or even know what’s right 
we’re coming on, marching full of hope and glory 
coming on, it’s the same damn story 

 

DOGMA 

don’t want your dog-ma 
don’t need your dog-pa 
you can have your kitty kat too 

saints, sinners, condiments 
those kind of arguments 
it don’t matter what you choose 

the world keeps turning 
love keeps burning 
the sky is clear and blue 

life keeps bopping 
we keep rocking 
no matter what you do 

some like to rumble 
some like to tumble 
or to have a misspent youth 

you can read any book 
play doctor dre or captain hook 
looking for the lost chord truth 
the world keeps turning 
love keeps burning 
your eyes are clear and blue 

we keep bopping 
life keeps rocking 
it’s all up to you