LYRICS:
Party girls don't get hurt
Can't feel anything, when will I learn
I push it down, push it down

I'm the one for a good time call
Phone's blowin' up, ringin' my doorbell
Feel the love, feel the love

1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3 drink
1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3 drink
1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3 drink
Throw 'em back, till I lose count

I'm gonna swing from the chandelier
From the chandelier
I'm gonna live like tomorrow doesn't exist
Like it doesn't exist
I'm gonna fly like a bird through the night
Feel my tears as they dry

I'm gonna swing from the chandelier
From the chandelier

But I'm holding on for dear life
Won't look down, won't open my eyes
Keep my glass full until morning light
'Cause I'm holding on for tonight
I'm holding on for dear life
Won't look down, won't open my eyes
Keep my glass full until morning light
'Cause I'm holding on for tonight
On for tonight

Sun is up, I'm a mess
Gotta get out now, gotta run from this
Here comes the shame
Here comes the shame

1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3 drink
1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3 drink
1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3 drink
Throw 'em back till I lose count

I'm gonna swing from the chandelier
From the chandelier
I'm gonna live like tomorrow doesn't exist
Like it doesn't exist
I'm gonna fly like a bird through the night
Feel my tears as they dry

I'm gonna swing from the chandelier
From the chandelier

But I'm holding on for dear life
Won't look down, won't open my eyes
Keep my glass full until morning light
'Cause I'm holding on for tonight
I'm holding on for dear life
Won't look down, won't open my eyes
Keep my glass full until morning light
'Cause I'm holding on for tonight
On for tonight

I'm holding on
I'm holding on
Holding on
I'm holding on for tonight
I'm holding on for tonight
I'm holding on for tonight
On for tonight
On for tonight




The Chandelier

LYRICS:
Whatcha gon' do with all that junk
All that junk inside your trunk?
I'ma get, get, get, get you drunk
Get you love drunk off my hump
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump
My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely little lumps
Check it out

I drive these brothers crazy
I do it on the daily
They treat me really nicely
They buy me all these iceys
Dolce & Gabbana
Fendi and that Donna
Karan they be sharin'
All their money got me wearing fly
Gear but I ain't askin'
They say they love my ass in
Seven Jeans, True Religion
I say no but they keep givin'
So I keep on takin'
And no I ain't taken
We can keep on datin'
Now keep on demonstratin'

My love (love), my love, my love, my love (love)
You love my lady lumps (love)
My hump, my hump, my hump (love)
My humps they got you
She's got me spending
Oh, spending all your money on me
And spending time on me
She's got me spending
Oh, spending all your money on me
On-on me, on me

Whatcha gon' do with all that junk
All that junk inside that trunk?
I'ma get, get, get, get you drunk
Get you love drunk off my hump
Whatcha gon' do with all that ass
All that ass inside them jeans?
I'ma make, make, make, make you scream
Make you scream, make you scream
'Cause of my hump (hump), my hump, my hump, my hump (what?)
My hump, my hump, my hump (hump), my lovely lady lumps
Check it out

I met a girl down at the disco
She said, "Hey, hey, hey, yeah, let's go"
I could be ya baby, you could be my honey
Let's spend time not money
And mix your milk with my coco puff
Milky, milky coco
Mix your milk with my coco puff
Milky, milky
Right

They say I'm really sexy
The boys they wanna sex me
They always standin' next to me
Always dancin' next to me
Tryin' to feel my hump, hump
Lookin' at my lump, lump
You can look but you can't touch it
If you touch it
I'ma start some drama
You don't want no drama
No, no drama, no, no, no, no drama
So don't pull on my hand, boy
You ain't my man, boy
I'm just tryin' to dance, boy
And move my hump
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, 
My lovely lady lumps (lump)
My lovely lady lumps my lovely lady lumps (lump)

In the back and in the front
(Lump) My loving got you
She's got me spending
Oh, spending all your money on me
And spending time on me
She's got me spending
Oh, spending all your money on me
On-on me, on me

Whatcha gon' do with all that junk
All that junk inside that trunk?
I'ma get, get, get, get you drunk
Get you love drunk off my hump
Whatcha gon' do with all that ass
All that ass inside them jeans?
Make you scream, make you scream
Whatcha gon' do with all that junk
All that junk inside that trunk?
I'ma get, get, get, get you drunk
Get you love drunk off this hump
Whatcha gon' do with all that breast
All that breast inside that shirt?
I'ma make, make, make, make, you work
Make you work, work, make you work

She's got me spending
Oh, spending all your money on me
And spending time on me
She's got me spending
Oh, spending all your money on me
On-on me, on me
So real

junk inside that trunk // (and party like it's 2005 again)

LYRICS:
hungry, hungry 
hungry, hungry, hungry 
he was so very, very 
so very, very hungry

In the light of the moon, 
a little egg lay on a leaf.


One Sunday morning, 
the warm sun came up and pop! 
-out of the egg came a tiny and 
very hungry caterpillar.

He started to look for some food.


On Monday he ate through one apple. But he was still hungry.

On Tuesday, he ate through two pears, but he was still hungry.

On Wednesday, he ate through three plums, but he was still hungry.

On Thursday, he ate through four strawberries, but he was still hungry.

On Friday, he ate through five oranges, but he was still hungry.


On Saturday he ate through one piece of chocolate cake, one ice-cream cone, one pickle, one slice of swiss cheese, one slice of salami, one lollipop, one piece of cherry pie, one sausage, one cupcake, and one slice of watermelon. 

That night he had a stomachache!

The next day was Sunday again.
The caterpillar ate through one nice green leaf, and after that he felt much better.

Now he wasn’t hungry anymore, 

and he wasn’t a little caterpillar anymore. He was a big, fat caterpillar.


He built a small house around himself, called a Cocoon, 
And he stayed inside for more than two weeks.


Then he nibbled a hole in the cocoon, pushed his way out, and...

HE WAS A BEAUTIFUL BUTTERFLY 🦋


butterfly, fly 

fly butterfly, fly 

fly butter, fly butter

fly butter, fly very high


And he was beautiful.


He was so very beautiful.


A beautiful butterfly.


He was a very beautiful butterfly.

The Very Hungry Caterpillar Sing-A-Long

LYRICS:
Ladies and gentlemen, this is Mambo Number Six

One, two, three, four, five,six
Everybody in the car, so come on, let's ride
To the liquor store around the corner
The boys say they want some gin and juice
But I really don't wanna

Beer-bust like I had last week
I must stay deep because talk is cheap
I like Angela, Pamela, Sandra, Dave and Rita
And as I continue, you know they getting sweeter

So what can I do? I really beg you, my Lord
To me is flirting is just like a sport
Anything fly, it's all good, let me dump it
Please set in the trumpet

A little bit of Monica in my life
A little bit of Erica by my side
A little bit of Rita's all I need
A little bit of Tina's what I see
A little bit of Sandra in the sun
A little bit of Mary all night long
A little bit of Jessica, here I am
A little bit of you makes me your man 

And a little bit of Dave 
New edition

Mambo Number Six 

Jump up and down and move it all around
Shake your head to the sound
Put your hand on the ground
Take one step left and one step right
One to the front and one to the side
Clap your hand once and clap your hands twice
And if it looks like this then you're doing it right


A little bit of Monica in my life
A little bit of Erica by my side
A little bit of Rita's all I need
A little bit of Tina's what I see
A little bit of Sandra in the sun
A little bit of Mary all night long
A little bit of Jessica, here I am
A little bit of you makes me your man

And a little bit of Dave 
New edition
Mambo Number Six
Double-time

A little bit of Monica in my life
A little bit of Erica by my side
A little bit of Rita's all I need
A little bit of Tina's what I see
A little bit of Sandra in the sun
A little bit of Mary all night long
A little bit of Jessica, here I am
A little bit of you makes me your man 

Dah-dah
Doo-Doo
Dave!

I do all to fall in love with a girl like you
'Cause you can't run and you can't hide
You and me gonna touch the sky

Mambo Number Six

Mambo Number Six // updated 2025 version... now including 'Dave'

LYRICS:
Did you see it rise, silver in the sky?
News breaks faster than a mother cries.


He was hiding in the attic...


Out on the plains, they held their breath,
A saucer made of mylar and mesh.
Falcon Heene, just six years old,
Drifted through the wind so cold.

They say he flew for 50 miles,
As the world watched without a smile,
Cameras turned like eyes of God,
Was he orbiting in his tiny pod?

Every heart in every room
Counting down to either truth or tomb.

He was hiding in the attic… 

Father built a dream from foil and flame,
Told the world it wasn’t just a game.
But the lie was floating too high to hold,
And the silence in the attic was growing cold.

Say it was for the show,
A script rehearsed a week ago.
The truth was lighter than the air,
But it fell like wreckage everywhere.


He was never in the sky.
He was hiding from the light.
While the world was holding on —
He was simply out of sight.
Did you watch the sky for signs?
Or were you looking to believe?
Sometimes when we fly,
We're just hiding to deceive.


Dad smiled with plastic grace,
But the circus had another face.
While the ratings climbed like helium,
No one asked what they'd become.
Through all the static, nothing was heard
A boy who barely knew the world.
He said, “Umm, You guys said that, umm, we did it for the show”
While Dad just said no, no, no


Now he’s grown, and so are we,
Haunted by this mystery,
We scroll through headlines,
We tap and spin,
Chasing stories with no win.

There’s always something we pretend,
A myth we market, break, and bend.
But in the attic, dark and small,
A child waited, through it all.


The sky was empty…
But the screen was full.
Wife-Swap ended.
Polygraph showed the bull.


He was never in the sky.
He was hiding from the light.
While the world was holding on —
He was simply out of sight.

Did you watch the sky for signs?
Or were you looking to believe?
Sometimes when we fly,
We're just hiding to deceive.

Hiding in the attic…
Hiding in the attic…
Hiding. Hiding. Hiding 
In the attic.


Silver disk drifting over fields,
Truth is just another spinning wheel.
While kids still dream of flying high…
Not every dream belongs in the sky.

(instrumental outro)

Balloon Boy Ballad

LYRICS:
I walk where the shadows 
Kiss the dawn
With a rucksack full of hopes
I’m gone
Every step
A verse
Every mile
A song

Je traverse des villes
Des champs de fleurs
Mon sac chargé de rêves
De couleurs
Chaque mot que j'apprends
C'est un trésor
Trésor

Oh, I carry the world in my hands
Every language a thread in the strands
Rucksack tongues
I speak them all
The words rise
The borders fall

Oh, I carry the world in my hands
Every language a thread in the strands
Rucksack tongues
I speak them all
The words rise
The borders fall

Cruzo montañas y ríos sin fin
Un idioma nuevo
Un sueño sin fin
En mi mochila
El mundo por descubrir

Durch Wälder
Durch Straßen
Durch dunklen Raum
Ein neues Wort
Ein neuer Traum
Mein Herz schlägt im Rhythmus des Weltenbaum

Oh, I carry the world in my hands
Every language a thread in the strands
Rucksack tongues
I speak them all
The words rise
The borders fall

Oh, I carry the world in my hands
Every language a thread in the strands
Rucksack tongues
I speak them all
The words rise
The borders fall



Rucksack Tongues

LYRICS:
My fellow citizens… the crops are rising… and the harvest has chosen its leader.

He’s got a carrot necktie 
And a thousand-yard stare
Blinking through cucumbers 
Like he’s barely even there

Posing for the cameras 
With a pumpkin-colored face
Signing bills with mustard on his pants 
On a military base


President is a vegetable head...
He is a massive vegetable.


He chews on the anthem
And forgets his lines
Declares “Arugula is weird"
In coded signs
He lunches his interns 
With executive flair
While lettuce grows wild 
In the Lincoln Chair


President is a vegetable head...
He is a massive vegetable.


(sing-along)
He chews on the anthem

And forgets his lines

Declares “Arugula is weird"

In coded signs

He lunches his interns 

With executive flair

While lettuce grows wild 

In the Lincoln Chair


President is a vegetable head...
He is a massive vegetable.


He dreams in diapers and speaks out loud
"Me diaper is full and me is proud"
The senators nod, while the people stare
Vegetable head is too much to bear


President is a vegetable head...
He is a massive vegetable.


He barrels through the Senate floor

Wearing corn cobs never worn before

Declares “The peas will keep us strong”

While the eggplant says 
"Tiki Tyka Tiki Word"


Root-will-rise
Photosynthesize
Democracy… in the produce aisle
Kale to the Chief… Kale to the leaf
President is a vegetable head


(instrumental)


He is a massive vegetable.

He dreams in diapers and speaks out loud
"Me diaper is full and me is proud"
The senators nod, while the people stare
Vegetable head is too much to bear

President is a vegetable head

President is 
The Vegetable Head

He barrels through the Senate floor
Wearing corn cobs never worn before
Declares “The peas will keep us strong”
While the eggplant says 
"Tiki Tyka Tiki Word"

Root-will-rise
Photosynthesize
Democracy… in the produce aisle
Kale to the Chief… Kale to the leaf

President is a vegetable head

"President is a vegetable head
My fellow roots
The salad has spoken
God bless… the dressing"



Vegetable Head

LYRICS:
I met him by the coffee shop
Just on the outskirts of town
A boy with tattered books in hand
And kindness in his smile 

He said his name was Connor
And he loved my floral dress
We talked until the sky had turned
From a bright blue-rosey rust

We wandered through the dusty town
And talked of growing old
He said he loved my crooked teeth—
I said he was much too kind

We flirted beneath the water tower
Our hearts beating out of time
And we kissed way too soon
But it never did cross the line 

Love has many faces
Some you never see until later
Like a storm behind the sunlight
Or a scent that you can’t shake
I still remember all those roses
But all I smell now is shame
When memories come back blowing
I start to whisper his sweet name

Oh, Connor 
My Connor 
My beautiful, dear Connor 
Why do you have to smell so poor?

It started with a question mark
A wrinkling of my nose
I blamed the breeze, the wine we sipped
Maybe the way that time did slip

But the summer turned to silence
And the truth became sharp and clear
That every time Connor leaned in
I quietly fought my tears


He saw my eyes grow distant

So I made a doctor’s call

They ran some tests, and told him

“Your breath explains it all”

A pill was bought to fix it—

Though it carried warning signs:

Headaches, nosebleeds, dizzy spells, 
Seizures and blackouts at any time

But love can make a fool of you
So he swallowed them all down
“Smell my breath,” he whispered,
"Is it any better now?"

“It's like peppermint and pine,”
I lied
I smiled, but deep down inside 
Something didn’t feel so fine


Weeks later he bought a ring in Jackson 
And packed a poem in his coat
And with minty stains upon his lips
He began to clear his throat

But fate was in the tea leaves
And the warnings had their say
A seizure took his steering wheel
And God took Connor away

Yes, love has many faces
Some are sweet, and some betray
Connor died with breath like flowers
But with no more words to say

I still recall his promise
And the way he held my gaze
But now the scent is sorrow
That's the price I have to pay

So here’s to all the lovers
Who tried to find their cure
Not every pill brings healing
Not every love endures

I found that ring just yesterday
And it makes me really sad 
It made me think of Connor 
Who's the boy I never had

Even though his breath was poor

I still loved him 

I still love him

I really do.

Love & Side Effects

LYRICS:
Cold kitchen lights
Stare me down tonight
Empty counter
Knife in my hand but no plan

Tears on the stove
Heartburn in my chest
The recipe’s gone
But I’m still tryin' my best


Make her a burger
Stack it high
Stack it real
Make her a burger
Something solid she can feel
When words crumble
When love's fragile
Make her a burger
Feed the fire awhile


Pickles and regret
Lettuce and shame
Buns of silence
Salted by the blame

The sizzle speaks
Where my voice cannot
I’m cookin' forgiveness
But I’m burning the lot


Make her a burger
Stack it high
Stack it real
Make her a burger
Something solid she can feel
When words crumble
When love's fragile
Make her a burger
Feed the fire awhile


Pickles and regret
Lettuce and shame
Buns of silence
Salted by the blame
The sizzle speaks
Where my voice cannot
I’m cookin' forgiveness
But I’m burning the lot


Make her a burger
Stack it high
Stack it real
Make her a burger
Something solid she can feel
When words crumble
When love's fragile
Make her a burger
Feed the fire awhile

Feed the fire awhile
_______________________________

"Make Her A Burger", recorded February, 1997 for Shania's 3rd studio album 'Come on Over' --- Twain & Mercury Records made the joint decision to omit the song, stating that it "didn't match the vibe of the rest of the album".
_______________________________




Make Her a Burger // Shania Twain deleted track / (1997 Album: Come on Over)

LYRICS:
Whos callin' my phone? (Who's callin' that shit?)
Who's callin' my phone? (Who's callin' that shit?)
Who's callin' my phone? (Who's callin' that shit?)
Who's callin' my phone? (Who's callin' that shit?)
Who's callin' my phone? (Who? Who?)
Who's callin' my phone? (Who? Who?)
Who's callin' my phone? 
Who's callin' my phone? 
Who's callin' my phone? (Who's callin' that shit?)
Who's callin' my phone?

Is it Stacy? (Who's callin' my phone?)
Is it Becky?
Is it Keisha? (Who's callin' my phone?)
Is it Ellie? (Who's callin' my phone?)
Was it Dani?
Is it PARTY? 
Where's the function? (Where the fuck the function?)
Send the addy (where the fuck the function?)

The way I feel right now, I feel like we need to be all alone
So if you just playin' around, you need to tell your girl, "Take your fine ass home, " and that's real
Stop teasin' me, yeah, what? Stop teasin' me
I could change your life so easily
I keep beggin' you to stay, but you're leavin' me
Leavin' me, we got sticks in the club illegally
Got the whole six side, they believe in me
We got members east of the DVP
We got members west on 401
We had a lock on the game, but it's more to come
You gotta pop that ass 'til the morning come
You want shots for the girls? Then order some
Rica Tica 
Taco Thai
Let me see you do your dance, let me see you twirl
Shakin' ass in the club with your homegirls
Take a pic for the 'Gram, show the whole world (show the whole world), yeah

Is that your bestie?
I'ma ice both of y'all like Gretzky
I'ma at you like bless me
Hit the dance floor, get nasty, impress me
Baby girl

Let me see you do your dance, let me see you twirl
Shakin' ass in the club with your homegirls
Hit the dance floor, get nasty, impress me, Gretsky
Ayy, how many hoes in this club?
Is it just me and you, my love?
I don't mean to call you no ho
I just heard about the things that you do, my love
And you're just like me, if it's true, my love, ayy
You could see right through my love, ayy
I see your waist shrunk, my love, ayy
You got some bass in the trunk, my love, damn
How many hoes in this club?
Is it really just me, my love?
You know my dad 'nem pimpin' for real
You ever been down to Memphis, Tennessee, my love? Uh
I ain't sayin' I agree, my love
I'm just tellin' you the things that I seen, my love
I got drinks, jokes, sex, and cash
Those are four things I can guarantee, my love, ayy
Baby girl

Let me see you do your dance, let me see you twirl
Shakin' ass in the club with your homegirls
Take a pic for the 'Gram, show the whole world (show the whole world), yeah

Is that your bestie?
I'ma ice both of y'all like Gretzky
I'ma at you like bless me
Hit the dance floor, get nasty, impress me
Baby girl

Let me see you do your dance, let me see you twirl
Shakin' ass in the club with your homegirls
Take a pic for the 'Gram, show the whole world (show the whole world), yeah
Is that your bestie?
I'ma ice both of y'all like Gretzky
I'ma at you like bless me
Hit the dance floor, get nasty, impress me

Nokia N9 (licensed to Drake, originally recorded by Ontario artist JimboJuiceX, Nov. 2024)

SINCERE IMPOSTER writes, performs, and produces a curious mixture of New Wave, Folk, Art Pop, Dreamwave & Experimental Indie. Collectively, it is a genre known as QUIRKPOP MUSIC.

The band currently consists of two members, both living within the same body, sharing a similar existence. They both are extremely and unapologetically sincere.

Vegetable Head

Sincere Imposter

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