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Party With Us!

by The Wee-Beasties

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1.
In the middle of nowhere Coming to your town Rolling to the venue Sun’s up beers out Check in with the door girl Drink up party down Pissing in the green room Gonna get black out Bodies are shaking Fucked up smoked out Room starts spinning Gonna be a showdown Gimme that mic Turn it up get loud Spilled my beer Pour some in my mouth
2.
Ain't tough enough to party with us If you wanna drink then lets get fucked up Ain't tough enough to party with us Rather get knocked down than to get knocked up I don't care about your zodiac sign I don't care if you're an English major That pile of puke there says it all A waste of beer, What up, Paul yeah? Ain't tough enough to party with us If you wanna drink then lets get fucked up Ain't tough enough to party with us Rather get knocked down than to get knocked up Another shot, another beer Another line, another year Another night we won't go home Another shot, another beer Another line, another year Another night we won't go home Ain't tough enough to party with us If you wanna drink then lets get fucked up Ain't tough enough to party with us Rather get knocked down than to get knocked up Another shot, another beer Another line, another year Another night we won't go home Another shot, another beer Another line, another year Another night we won't go home
3.
Waffle House 03:15
Wanna be my girl? Tell me I played good tonight Wanna be my girl? Can I count on you for a ride Wanna be my girl? Can you buy us some beer Wanna be my girl? I hope all your friends hear I can pick you up from the county jail You can watch me bleed, you can hear me yell I don’t want nobody else You must really hate yourself Wanna be my girl? Wanna be my girl? wanna be your girl, wanna be your girl Wanna be my girl? Wanna be my girl? wanna be your girl, wanna be your girl R: Sittin in your car Making out before the show Some’ll love me now Give me key-bumps of their blow And when I die They’ll all say they were my friends But where’d they go When I was ragged bout’ the hems I can pick you up from the county jail You can watch me bleed, you can hear me yell I don’t want nobody else You must really hate yourself I’ll buy you dinner when they pay me At Waffle House at 3AM Maybe the jukebox here will play me So you can eat your pancakes And hear it, hear it again Wanna be my girl? Wanna be my girl? wanna be your girl, wanna be your girl Wanna be my girl? Wanna be my girl? wanna be your girl, wanna be your girl Wanna be my girl? Wanna be my girl? wanna be your girl, wanna be your girl Wanna be my girl? Wanna be my girl? wanna be your girl, wanna be your girl
4.
You get ripped out into the cold world Processed like a military soldier Here's your shots, here's your backpack Here's your teacher don't give her no lip back Make a straight line, stand up straight There's no honor in less than straight A's Get a good job, gotta hold it down To pay to keep your ruling class clowns Somethings coming on They wanna push us in the deep end We can have it all, make it our own way We can make them pay We can start it off, we can push'em down We can burn it to the ground Get married, have three kids Get each one of them numbers like your parents did Hit repeat, the work hard Have a heart attack working in the mortgage yard If you're lucky, they will send you To a place that we can remember you But, guess what, now you pay rent On your own dead body does it ever end? Somethings going wrong We gotta start it popping off yeah We can have it all, make it our own way We can make them pay We can start it off, we can push'em down We can burn it to the ground
5.
We go on at midnight, but the beer here’s fifteen bucks We're hanging outside, 'cause the band before us sucks Rolling up blunts in the van hanging with our friends, And you are them, and the party never ends Shotgunning Beers in the Parking Lot Shotgunning Beers in the Parking Lot Shotgunning Beers in the Parking Lot Shotgunning Beers in the Parking Lot We used our drink tickets, in the van we're drinking more With two kids from Shawnee who can't get in the door Is this what it's always like when you boys go on tour Yes it is, we are the sultans of… Shotgunning Beers in the Parking Lot Shotgunning Beers in the Parking Lot Shotgunning Beers in the Parking Lot Shotgunning Beers in the Parking Lot Shotgunning Beers in the Parking Lot (x8)
6.
Whisky ridin through my bloodstream The desert heat is red and angry In that oblong box them girls will love me Have your brother’s back all through the high street Come on boys we caught em nappin Skin that smoke wagon see what happens Come on boys we caught em nappin Skin that smoke wagon see what happens You got the press men all on your side I keep my pistol to the left side We will commence this by the roadside Rather you face me than take it broadside Come on boys we caught em nappin Skin that smoke wagon see what happens Come on boys we caught em nappin Skin that smoke wagon see what happens Get your pictures made for mama Won’t try to cause her too much trauma That glass-top casket diorama Should have told you then you was a goner Come on boys we caught em nappin Skin that smoke wagon see what happens Come on boys we caught em nappin Skin that smoke wagon see what happens
7.
Find Joe Cripps We’ve got to find Joe Cripps Find Joe Cripps Got to Find Joe Cripps He was last seen leaving the White Water A venue in Little Rock where he worked as a drummer He had just gotten paid, was supposed to get laid At the end of the night he refused a ride and then he walked outside Find Joe Cripps We’ve got to find Joe Cripps Find Joe Cripps Got to Find Joe Cripps Some people say he had money on him Some say two people followed him Some people say he's buried in a shallow grave His phone cut off and now we don't know where to put the cross Find Joe Cripps We’ve got to find Joe Cripps Find Joe Cripps Got to Find Joe Cripps
8.
Shred Season 03:00
I read your message now my heart is hurt Tore up our tickets to the big concert I ripped the sleeves off of every shirt It’s shred season again I hit the gym at 6AM About the time you’re waking up with him Tanning bed till it burns my skin It’s shred season again She used to call me quadzilla Or tyrannosaurus flex Now if she calls me anything It’s just her meathead ex I broke the faucet to our kitchen sink Trying too hard to mix a protein drink I drink enough to make my urine pink It’s shred season again She used to call me quadzilla Or tyrannosaurus flex Now if she calls me anything It’s just her meathead ex Shred season (12x) Shred season’s here again Late at night when I work out best A sore muscle’s sitting in my chest It’s awful tired cause it don’t get no rest It’s shred season again It’s shred season again It’s shred season again
9.
Call Tomo 03:04
If you think you've got a problem If you need some good advice I know someone you should talk to If you lived here you'd know him Call Tomo, 'cause I really need some weed Call Tomo, can you come fix my car Call Tomo, he's like two hours late Call Tomo, he's got one more drop to make He hits high notes on the trumpet He makes Jesus Christ look mean If you were playing beach volleyball You'd want him on your team Call Tomo, he's scoping out the babes Call Tomo, he's supposed to be on stage Call Tomo, he's got discerning taste Call Tomo, his girlfriend’s three weeks late Call Tomo, 'cause I really need some weed Call Tomo, can you come fix my car Call Tomo, he's like 20 hours late Call Tomo, he's got one more drop to make
10.
Back before I was a rockstar I drove to practice in a shit car Look who’s got a hit record now Cut the ties with my old friends Now Wiki says I’m Californian Look who jumped up on the cash cow Now I go golfing on the weekends I only hang with industry friends They make my music more appealing Business is a-boomin’ Don’t visit any of the old haunts Just expensive restaurants They pay big money just to see me Custom bed but I soiled it I’ll probably die on the toilet Everyone who knows me wants to be me Now I go golfing on the weekends I only hang with industry friends They make my music more appealing Business is a-boomin’
11.
They board up their windows And then they lock up their doors And now the city you love Ain't yours anymore And then you watch em' surrender The soul of your town Now you've got luxury condos And brunch options abound Tear down those city council signs What the The fuck What is this, downtown Frisco? Sparky's City This is Sparky's City This is Sparky's City This is Sparky's City They say love it or leave it But where do you go When the city you love Ain't the city you know Tear down those city council signs, What the The fuck We getting fro-yo in downtown Plano? Sparky's City Sparky's City Sparky's City this is Sparky's City Sparky's City This is Sparky's City This is Sparky's City This is Sparky's City
12.
Sometimes I drink so much that I fall down Got a skinned knee, did I hit the ground? I been waking up in makeup Spilt more liquor than money you made in this town Whatever here occurs, you better hold on tight Whatever has to happen, it's happening tonight We're partying at Three Links, you better hold on tight Whatever has to happen, it's happening tonight Not leaving this dive bar without a fight How much cocaine can I afford tonight? Bum a cigarette, can you light it? These Dallas cops are so polite Whatever here occurs, you better hold on tight Whatever has to happen, it's happening tonight We're partying at Three Links, you better hold on tight Whatever has to happen, it's happening tonight It’s happening tonight
13.
What truly defines us are the things we hide Or the things we lose in somebody else Never gonna get it back, never get it back (4x) In the summertime I'm gonna shed my skin This will hurt someone, this will hurt someone Can you feel the pulsing under my dead skin In the summertime, in the summer sun Oh the many words and hearts wasted upon me That I gladly accepted under false pretenses, Never gonna give it back, never give it back (4x) In the summertime I'm gonna shed my skin This will hurt someone, this will hurt someone Can you feel the pulsing under my dead skin In the summertime, in the summer sun In the summertime I'm gonna shed my skin This will hurt someone, this will hurt someone Can you feel the pulsing under my dead skin In the summertime, in the summer sun
14.
Your career is going fine You buy expensive wine To separate from the low-tier scum But you're bored out of your mind So now it's time To find something to make your blood scream We identify the same In that we both feel pain You think a pill is gonna fix you You got one more problem Now you do yoga in the rain Like the Dalai Lama You've identified your triggers And now that's my problem? Then I give them back to you So now where's that got us? You sell your plasma to get by Until your mouth us dry So you can get more from a liquor store Then you stay out late at night Hoping that you can hide From this day and the next day We identify in pain We feel it all the same You think a pill is gonna fix you You got one more problem Now you do yoga in the rain Like the Dalai Lama You've identified your triggers And now that's my problem? Then I give them back to you So now where's that got us?
15.
21 Years 02:14
Started this band when I was 15 Didn't think much past the shows and handjobs in the backseat Pissing off the other bands They were of drinking age but where were all of their fans? Snuck underage friends in the bar Cole MacLaren got a pass, he carried Bob's guitar Never wanted nothing else Just to dive off the stage into the pit and not hurt myself Brought all the kids out to the shows Smashed beers with everyone we know Got banned from two out of three bars We're still all carrying the scars We sang a song about gay pride And we encouraged all you folks to drink and fuck and fight I know we play it to a hilt It's somewhere in between decency and filth You think this is a game? This is a lifestyle This ain't no uniform, I was a bad child I ain't the enemy, don't even know one And you can thank the stars that I wasn't your son Brought all the kids out to the shows Smashed beers with everyone we know Got banned from two out of three bars We're still all carrying the scars
16.
I'm down to just a thong too drunk to sing this song I was feeling so alive gotta let the party die Paul’s puking up a lung and now Kyle’s playing drums Hope Steph gives me a ride gotta let the party die Gotta let the party die Gotta let the party die Gotta let the party die Gotta let the party die We've all run out of beer and I can barely hear Left all our gear inside Gotta let the party die Tomo’s gonna leave his truck And Johnny’s drunk as fuck Catch you both on the flip side Gotta let the party die Gotta let the party die Gotta let the party die Gotta let the party die Gotta let the party die

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The Wee-Beasties are:
RICHARD HASKINS - vocals
STEPHANIE HOLLOWAY - vocals
KYLE HARPER - guitar
STEPHENIE BAEUR - guitar
PAUL BURKE - bass
JOHN WIER - trumpet
TOMO - trumpet
ROBERT HOKAMP - cornet
ROY GONZALEZ - trombone
TRENT JONES - drums, vocals

Additional Musicians:
Jeffrey Barnes (tracks 7, 11, and 16) flute, vocals, tenor saxophone
Hale Baskin (tracks 3, 6, 7, 8, 9, and 16) vocals
Greg Beck (tracks 7 and 16) percussion
Colin Campell (tracks 8, 12 and 14) keyboard
Connor Kent - drums
Alyse Hokamp - flute (track 3)
Paul Slavens (tracks 5 and 7) keyboard, melodica, vocals
Emily Tsuhako (track 6) vocals

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released September 1, 2022

Produced by Robert Hokamp
Written by Richard Haskins & Robert Hokamp
Mixed by Eric Delegard at Reeltime Audio, Denton, Texas
Mastered by Jack Butcher at Enormous Door, Austin, Texas
Copyright 2022 Richard Haskins & Robert Hokamp, All Rights Reserved

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The Wee-Beasties Denton, Texas

Founded in Denton, Texas, in 2000, symphonic punk collective The Wee-Beasties has established that it is here for a good time and for a long time.

Fronted by the larger-than-life, mostly-naked Richard Haskins, The Wee-Beasties are a spectacle. Known for its onstage antics, the band’s shows have included BDSM demonstrations, Chippendales costumes, and heroic consumption of countless cans of beer.
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