Dylan (featuring lyrics by Artificial Intelligence) 

I've been lonely for a while now
Lost in love so many times   
And I'm in need of a ride
I need someone to ride with 

CHORUS
I wanna be, wanna be your Termagant
Don't wanna be no dumb German Shepherd, and
I see the way you look in my eyes
You wanna be my Termagant too (be your Termagant)

Can’t you see, can’t you see I’m falling for ya
Sing a song, about thongs, hear my heart get lighter
I see the way you look in my eyes
I’m gonna be your termagant too

VERSE 1
Invercargill's a long way from the city
But I feel a billion miles from home
I'm a loner man, but now I met you,  man, 
I guess together we’re not alone 

CHORUS
Can’t you see, can’t you see I’m falling for ya
Sing a song, about thongs, hear my heart get lighter
I see the way you look in my eyes
I’m gonna be your termagant too

VERSE 2
He's a southern man, a quiet man
And mean girls all call him Daniel
He's a southern man, he’s Dylan man  
And he’s got two cocker spaniels 

RAP
I wanna have somebody beside me
Right there next to me, every night and day
When you get so close,
my heart get lighter, baby.
Dylan is the type that you’d want to stay

OUTRO
Dylan
Dylan
You wanna be with me
And you hate Bon Jovi

Dylan (feat. lyrics by A.I.)

Muttonbirds, or sooty shearwaters, are known to Māori as tītī.

Just like Termagant, tītī are usually silent at sea; but are most vocal at night on the breeding colonies. Their main call is a loud, rhythmically repeated slightly hysterical sounding "coo-roo-ah" used to attract mates. Tītī also make a similar sound.

Te Tītī (instrumental)

In the Dub Field (instrumental)

S.P.C.A. Sexah People CareFor Animals (super duper bonus track)

Disco Infernal (instrumental)

Sinful Hymns for the Apocalypse

Termagant are a mysterious musical group hailing from Invercargill/Waihopai, Aotearoa. Half-wolf, half-ape, 110% sexah. This hairy duo love everything that Southland has to offer, be it: adorable libraries, mince and banana muffins, Lithgow Statues, livestock, duck shooting widows(how you doin'?), and nostalgic songs about hating nostalgic songs.

In short, "Sinful Hymns for the Apocalypse" is a masterful punk album, without any actual punk songs on it. It was conceived, performed, recorded, and released for the princely sum of $0.00 (not including GST), and the band expect to make at least that much back from their royalty cheques.

And now it is yours for free...

Special thanks to our two guest vocalists - Tori Sun from Gropers Bush and Karen from the Dacre Double Decker Daycare (and Spa). You two are the glue that binds our hands awkwardly together when we hi-five and forget we have been making model Sherman tanks.

Big Hairy Love / Aroha Huruhuru Nui
Goon Bag and Hooch
Termagant

Sinful Hymns for the Apocalypse

Lithgow March

EYE NEWT (Bonus Track)

Duck Shooting Widows

Country Daze

Closed

Quiet Riot In The Library

INVERCARGILL - lyrics

The poets on the pulpits
Preach about short summer nights 
So you reach down for those jandals
Pack that parker out of sight

But it rains here in December 
Tawhirimatea’s got the blues
The winds picks up his message
And delivers it to you.

You’re my 
My
My 
Invercargill

Well sure, we’ve got our problems
Old mate Tiwai’s gonna lose
And the plague scared off the tourists
And those cows keep making poo 

But the people are so sexah
NB, TG, boys and girls
So clap your cheeks together 
At the arsehole of the world!

You’re my
My
My 
Invercargill

Sunny weather (x666)

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Special thanks to Shadders, Baz McDonald and Re: News (www.renews.co.nz) for "letting" us use these samples - you sexah, sexah people!

No daleks were harmed in the making of this song.