Dynasaur

By Taio Rex

I-I-I-I-I-I
I came to eat-eat-eat-eat
I smash the ground with both my feet-feet-feet-feet
I'm looking for some tasty meat-meat-meat-meat
Give me some space for my big teeth-teeth-teeth-teeth.
Yeah, yeah.

And I go on and on and on.
And I go on and on and on.
Yeah.

I throw my small arms in the air sometimes
Saying 'oh no, I'm just too slow.'
I want to chase them down and end their life
Saying 'ay-oh, now watch me go"
Cause we gon' smash this club
Like never before
We gon' tear it up
Like a dinosaur.
Cause I told you once
I won't say no more
We gon' tear it up
Like a dinosaur.

I came to chew-chew-chew-chew
Get out the way or I'll eat you too-too-too-too
And what this club is gonna do-do-do-do
Is get turned into a zoo-zoo-zoo-zoo.
Yeah, yeah.

And it comes closer, closer now.
And then the comet hits the ground.
Yeah.

I throw my small arms in the air sometimes
Saying 'ay-oh, where'd my friends go?'
I wanna celebrate but they all died
Saying 'oh no, I'm on my own.'
Cause we gon' smash this club
Like never before
We gon' tear it up
Like a dinosaur.
Cause I told you once
I won't say no more
We gon' tear it up
Like a dinosaur.

I'm gonna be the king like
I'm gonna rule the late Cretaceous
I'm gonna eat them all like
Cause everyone is so delicious
Cause I-I-I will eat it
And I-I-I, I just want to maul, I just want to maul.
I'm gonna put my hands in the air
Two fingers in the air
Put your hands in the air-air-air-air-air-air-air-air

I throw my small arms in the air sometimes
Saying 'ay-oh, so long ago'
I'm living in the land before time
Saying 'ay-ooh, soon I'll be coal.'
Cause we gon' smash this club
Like never before
We gon' tear it up
Like a dinosaur.
'Cause I told you once
I won't say no more
We gon' tear it up
Like a dinosaur.

"Seventy-Three Dollar Ticket," by The White Vans

From their new single:

I'm gonna write 'em up, a $73 ticket would ya look at her.
She's gonna huff and puff, because I'm a parking space saboteur.
And if I catch you parking here again, I'll give you one 'cause I can.
Typing in your information in my big, white van.

And the phone calls coming from the space right next to me…

You know I see you parking
Every single one is going to get the fine
But no one knows about it
‘cause we don’t let you know or even post up signs

And you’re cursing to yourself at night
Because I don’t relent
Back and forth through the garage
I’m going to get you yet.

And I’ll sit here booting cars and my, how those boots do shine

I'm goin' to Tolly Ho, far from this jerk hole in his big white van.
Not gonna pay the toll, no more giving money to The Man.
And I'm screamin' and I'm punchin' and I'm kickin' because of this scam.
But I will get revenge one day, oh yes that is my plan.

And when that time does come he's gonna get hit with a frying pan.