One look from across the room and I knew
We were leavin’ in my Ninety-seven Subaru
An undeniable attraction I feel
Even though the heat rises
I wasn’t planning on surprises

I thought I knew what to expect from a girl like you
A fast-moving girl who knows what she wants to do
Feel like I’m dreaming like your body just can’t be real
A bit faster than the rest of the crowd, but
I never thought I’d have to say this out loud

Get your thumb outta my butt
Never even asked you to do that
Get your thumb outta my butt
Coulda used a heads up is all
Get your thumb outta my butt
Never even asked you to do that
Get your thumb outta my butt

Piña coladas and the whisky’s got us up close
We gotta keep the windows rolled up so nobody knows
Now that I got you all to me I thought we’d take it slow
Close but we haven’t lost it
But now I’m asking you to stop it. Seriously

Get your thumb outta my butt
Never even asked you to do that
Get your thumb outta my butt
Coulda used a heads up is all
Get your thumb outta my butt
Never even asked you to do that
Get your thumb outta my butt

If only I could travel back in time
I’d start all over on the plan to make you mine
And try to figure out just what you like
To show you I’m the type of guy that takes his time
I gotta figure out a way to say
We need to talk about the thing that’s in the way
You know you know what I’m referring to
The thing that kinda makes your finger smell like

Get your thumb outta my butt
Never even asked you to do that
Get your thumb outta my butt
Coulda used a heads up is all
Get your thumb outta my butt
Never even asked you to do that
Get your thumb outta my butt

EXIT REAR

There was a man who had a plan
And there was another man
And there was another man
And they formed a band
And they toured across the land
In all the dance halls and the discotheques
But nobody knew their name
So they came up with a name
That wasn’t Purple Walrus or Ten-Thousand Rickys
Not Little Neddy Goes To War
Wherever there is injustice you’ll find us
Not Little Neddy Grab Your Gun
Wherever there is suffering, we’ll be there
Not even Shooting For Love
Wherever liberty is threatened, you’ll find

Those Darn Amigos
Those Darn Amigos
Those Darn Amigos

Hey, Dusty! How do you like your bat?
Medium rare

They ran into scum sucking pigs and the invisible swordsman
And sons of motherless goats, us?
I’m gonna get a big shiny silver car
New York. Paris. Champagne. Parties.
I’m gonna start a foundation to help the homeless children
No, we will not die like dogs!
We will fight like lions!
Because we are…

Those Darn Amigos
Those Darn Amigos

Well I guess we’re just gonna have to use our brains
All of the other little cowboys down in the bunkhouse now
So close your eyes and dream
You slime-eating piece of dirt

Those Darn Amigos

It’s like living with a six-year old

THOSE DARN AMIGOS

Nine-thousand jellyfish rained down from the sky
Made in Japan at Yamaguchi’s girls’ high school
It was a nice day for picnic ‘til a girl found a balloon
Look what we found!
Seven people died that day
They were the only people killed on US soil in World War Two
The Army and the press agreed to keep it secret wouldn’t you
Give up your right to speech to save that family
And other families from deadly Japanese

Fu-Go
How do you fly so high? 
You go
Too fast to shoot out of the sky

One night in Saticoy, Farmer Jack sat down to dine
To his surprise, a boom
It made him drop his spoon
He ran down to Montalvo to a crater in the bed
The Santa Clara riverbed
Now in Japan dropping a spoon can get a whole town killed
But out in Moorpark jellyfish in a farmer’s field
Was a secret to keep to save that family
And other families from deadly Japanese…

Fu-Go Fu-go 
How do you fly so high?
Thirty-thousand feet up in the sky
You go you go too fast
To shoot out of the sky
Our pilots shot a score out of the sky
Fu-Go Fu-go Fu-go
How do you fly so high?
Thirty-thousand feet up in the sky
You go you go you go too fast
To shoot out of the sky

Ninety-hundred jellyfish are headed east to west
Didn’t have the resources
At craftiness they’re best
Fusen Bakudan made with konnyaku glue
When they found out what they’d done they hid it
They hid it wouldn’t you?

How do you fly so high?
Thirty-thousand feet up in the sky
You go you go you go too fast
To shoot out of the sky

FU - GO

Bill Laimbeer was a Piston
The Prince of Darkness to some
With his elbows flying
There’s no denying
Counterfeit Bill was a bum
Forty-one years later in a sleepy SoCal port
Where fouls are allowed
A bloodthirsty crowd
And bombs appear on the court

Winter’s tears on cats that’s too small
Inner ear bombs that smash you all
Richard Gere’s wombat trash to haul
Bill Laimbeer’s Combat Basketball

He can’t run. He can’t jump
He can’t even stop the steal
So he plants his foot under birds and churches
Trying to twist a heel
In the internecine years of New Ventura
Before the fall
One man rose above them all
And he played basketball

Winter’s tears on cats that’s too small
Inner ear bombs that smash you all
Richard Gere’s wombat trash to haul
Bill Laimbeer’s Combat Basketball

Bill Laimbeer's Combat Basketball

Far gone from the crampon era gonna buy me a sweater
You won’t find any better
Sift through all the neon greens and fuckin desert scenes
If you can think it, you can get it
Gonna look like a mountaineer
No one would doubt me here
I’m gonna get what I came for
Now I see what they’ve done to me
I’m fucking cast out, little people can’t you see

I tried to buy some ironworks, but those high-end jerks
Only sew in medium and small
Sizeism is a factor here
All their jacked-up gear doesn’t fit my friend at all
Gauchos in alpaca tops
Take that jacket off
You are all just lackeys of Yvon the expatriate
Won’t hesitate to bet you’ve never been to Patagonia

Back away do what they say
We don’t need another clash with the Patagonia Mafia
Doesn’t matter if it’s ninety out, they’ll rip shit up
So keep your head on a swivel
It’s every man for himself you know
There ain’t no sittin’ in the middle ground
Rise up let ‘em know it’s time for an overthrow

Swift wind through a dead-end bar downtown
I check my zipper so I get warm quicker
I never was  aone to mess with all that down
My synthetic shit’ll keep me dope I bet a
Lotta people probably think it won’t

Back away do what they say
We don’t need another clash with the Patagonia Mafia
Doesn’t matter if it’s ninety out, they’ll rip shit up
So keep your head on a swivel
It’s every man for himself you know
There ain’t no sittin’ in the middle ground
Rise up let ‘em know it’s time for an overthrow

The bitter battle of the puffy coats
It ain’t no joke in the town where I was born
I’m a bull and these PM clowns messin’ around downtown
Mess with me and you’ll get the horns
Amigos in Columbia probably sounds dumb to ya
The battles only just begun
Take a walk off the Ventura Pier in Synchilla gear
And go to Patafuckingonia

It’s time for an overthrow
It’s time for an overthrow
It’s time for an overthrow
It’s time for an overthrow

Back away do what they say
We don’t need another clash with the Patagonia Mafia
Doesn’t matter if it’s ninety out, they’ll rip shit up
So keep your head on a swivel
It’s every man for himself you know
There ain’t no sittin’ in the middle ground
Rise up let ‘em know it’s time for an overthrow

PATAGONIA MAFIA

I see you walking down the street
With his hand on your hip
I know I’m dope
I’m way doper than the fella you’re with
I’m gonna play the long game
Wait it out ‘til you see
These temporary pretty boys
Ain’t got nothing on me

I know you like a certain type of guy
It’s easy to see
I got the stamina to last baby
Watch out for me
I’m laying low just waiting 
For the coast to be clear
The first glance isn’t always the best
And a test will be baby
Where we take it from here because

I need a woman on the second round
Get it now
Sadder but wiser
Don’t criticize her
I’m gonna make a move
Tell me where to take it to

I know the first time it seemed like the thing to do
You didn’t know I was a sleeper cell waiting for you
Sat in the cut just a holding ‘til the timing is right
I’m gonna snatch you up grab you in my clutches tonight
Baby

I know you needed something different, but I had to resist
You played the safe game
But now you need the one that you missed
It’s been a long time, baby so let’s pick up the slack
I’m gonna get in where I fit in I ain’t takin’ it back
Takin’ it back takin’ it back
Because

I need a woman on the second round
Get it now
Sadder but wiser
Don’t criticize her
I’m gonna make a move
Tell me where to take it to

I need a woman on the second round
Get it now
Sadder but wiser
Don’t criticize her
I’m gonna make a move
Tell me where to take it to

SECOND ROUND

Hailing from the sleepy southern California beach town of Ventura, Those Darn Amigos swept the backyard party scene of the late COVID-19 era emerging from the pandemic as seasoned veterans ready to share their unique brand of cautionary tales to a crowd hungry for a band that has found the sweet spot between perfection and