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First track from that fried CD I found at the thrift store is ripped! That staticky clicking noise you hear constantly is an artifact of it being fried-- gonna try some things out to see if I can get it to sound better.

The name of the first song on the album is called "Funny Shirts"

Here's the lyrics:
>I woke up this morning with an alien beside me
>He woke up this morning with an alien beside him
>It was a damn fine job of human mimicry
>A really fine job
>I'm not quite sure it it was a she or an it
>He finds it rather confusing
>The eyes, the clothes, the hair all fit
>Remarkable and amusing
>"Baby, I love you" it said, and it sounded oh-so-right
>Now, let the nightmare begin, drown your soul in blight

>It said, Honey, you'll never guess what I found for you
>An archaeological blunder
>It'll look so good, and it hides all those pounds on you
>A true sartorial wonder
>Nobody else has got one just like it
>The surprises never end
>And she smiled so sweetly, how could I fight it
>Well with everything close at hand
>"Baby, you know this'll make me so happy,
>Now, tame me out to the mall"
>Can I crawl inside a bag, and not be seen at all?

>Hoping to dodget the worst of the spectacle
>He was hoping for an out
>Given a choice, I'd as soon be a receptacle
>Yes, he's an ungrateful lout
>Must I resembe a very sore thumb?
>Ooh, that's so ... sexy
>Trying for daring but only reaching dumb
>Heh, heh, you think?
>"Baby you weren't going to wear *that* again, oh, come on, try on the shirt
>That guilt thing gets me every time, I don't wanna be a jerk.

>I cannot defeat the alien's powers
>Dang, they're like, wow
>It cannot be calmed with candy and flowers
>Don't have a clue as to how
>But it must be stopped here, can't let it go further
>But enough already
>From this point on it gets worser and worser,
>Like I said, uh, already
>"baby you look so good - What! Is that a stain on your new shirt?"
>Desperately I unleash the doomsday weapon, the mustard squirt

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