Iggy Pop Party Time

It’s party time and I smell slime

You stupid people make me evil

Dicks and asses, cocktail glasses

Parlor games, exchange of fluids

‘Cause it’s party time, it’s party time

It’s party time, I got the slime

Here’s a brute, isn’t he cute?

He needs a hole to bury his soul in

‘Cause it’s party time, it’s party time

It’s party time, I got the slime, I got the slime

Iggy Pop Knucklehead

Fancy Apple lap top cost 5 grand

Fresh girl in a T-shirt silll looks best

Travel to a sunny quiet land

Layin’ on the beach I miss my pests

Life’s turning up the pressure

It’s makin’ me aggressive

The music sounds like dead ham

The dj is a con man

He’s sayin’…

I I I want something from you

I I I want something from you

I I I want something from you

Knucklehead what can you do

What can you do?

One day I went out to buy a truck

I found one that looked so huge and big

Once I got that sucker on the road

I was looking down at everything

And I really liked that

Everyone obeyed me

I thought this is power

Like that religious hour

When the preacher says…

I I I want something from you

I I I want something from you

I I I want something from you

Knucklehead what can you do?

Something from you Something from you

Something from you Something from you

Once the telephone starts ringing I stop thinking

Sittin’ at the TV I’m just blinking

Go to the compuler and I’m punching

What’s this information that I’m munching

The leader and the followers

The rock star and the model

The general and the perverts

They’re poking me where it hurts (ouch!)

I I I want something from you

I I I want something from you

I I I want something from you

Knucklehead what can you do?

Iggy Pop I Snub You

You are a moron

I’m glad to be here

Seeing the sight of you

Smelling the smell of you

You most deplorable glaring example

Of a degenerate narcotic influence

My seething hate is driving me nuts

What can I do to obliterate you

I snub you

I really hope you’re one of a kind

You don’t care who you brutalize

You are a bully plain and simple

You are a beast you are a pig

You’ve been a pig for long enough now

I’m making my move

I’m making an end to you

I snub you

And when I snub

I really snub

I snub you finally, forever

Is she really going out with him?

Now is the time

I’m playing my ate

I’ll give you a mouthful you can’t swallow

Unquestionably I’ve been lacking in taste

You’re being cheerful but not for long

Your Mum and Dad they sure made a mess

You’re going to look like watercress

When I snub you

He snubs you

We snub you

Dogs snub you

I snub you

Iggy Pop Private Hell

I have a private hell

Of excellent quality

I’ve dwelt there for years

Playing with my fears

It’s tastefull, luxurious,

And full of sexuality

And though they are tears

I controll them with my gears

Well all in all,

I must tell you,

Well I must tell you,

I’m so proud of my private hell

Anger and greed brew

And then they stamped

Till I can transmute

Them into more loot

It’s tastefull, luxurious,

And full of sexuality

And though they are tears

I controll them with my gears

Well all in all,

I must tell you,

Well I must tell you,

I’m so proud of my private hell

Well all in all,

I must tell you,

Well I must tell you,

I’m so proud of my private hell

Iggy Pop Gold

It’s okay, it’s alright

The promise of the tongue

Leaving them behind tonight

But I guess this time, I’m doubled up

I’m doubled down again

I got no time to turn it around again

Hail to the thief

And you won’t get nothing much

Hail to the thief

And we’ll keep what’s left to night

A little faith, too little pride

Will we ever get it right?

Keep looking for a sign tonight

But I guess it’s time, I’m doubled up

And doubled down again

Got no time to turn it around again

Hail to the thief

And you won’t get nothing much

Hail to the thief

And we’ll keep what’s left to night

Hail to the thief

And you won’t get left in line

Hail to the thief

And we’ll keep what’s left to night

Iggy Pop Ugliness

Ugly

Ahhhhhhhooooooooooooo

Uglyyyy!

C’mon! Yeah! hey! all right

You got an ugly ass guy,

He got a problem with his dick.

You got a song with no soul,

Fucking don’t mean a thing.

He got an ugly bouzy house,

He got a girlfriend on T.V,

That girl’s something,

He can’t sing for shit.

And I’m trying to be a person,

But they all say I’m worthless.

I’m trying to be a person,

But they all make me nervous.

This is my description of an ugliness.

This is my description of an ugliness.

This is my description of an ugliness.

This is my description of an ugliness.

Ugliness

Ugliness

Ugliness

You got a dog face chic,

With basketball tit’s.

Porno sucks,

That’s the truth of it.

You got a bunch of dumb fat guys,

In a wrestling uniform,

Trying to fake they’re playing music,

They ought to be killed.

And I’m trying to be a person,

But they all say I’m worthless.

I’m trying to be a person,

But they all say I’m worthless.

This is my description of an ugliness.

This is my description of an ugliness.

This is my description of an ugliness.

This is my description of an ugliness.

This is my description of an ugliness.

Ugliness

They got the chics, The money cars and all, but they ain’t got no motherfuckin’ balls.

They got the chics, The money cars and all, but they ain’t got no motherfuckin’ balls.

They got a fungus on their dick,

They got bald heads and tupe’s,

They’re in total control,

Total fucking control,

They’re even parked in my space.

You got a song with no soul,

No truth no love.

Because the music sucks,

That’s why little kids blow up.

Everybody needs a gun,

To express feelings,

That should be expressed by a real musician

And I’m trying to be a person,

But they all say I’m worthless.

I’m trying to be a person,

But they all say I’m worthless.

This is my description of an ugliness.

This is my description of an ugliness.

This is my description of an ugliness.

This is my description of an ugliness.

Ugliness

Ugliness

Ugliness

They got the car the money house and all, but they ain’t got no motherfuckin’ balls.

You see the cocksuckers on MTV, And they ain’t even got a good CD.

Ugliness

Ugliness

Ugliness

Ugliness

Iggy Pop Pumpin’ For Jill

When I’m asleep, you touch my feet

You let me know that I am no creep

Because I love you, you are for real

I’m gonna stay here – pumping for Jill

In the gas station where I work

Everyone treats me just like a jerk

Nobody offers me a tip

I’m gonna stay here – pumping Jill’s hips…

I met you out at the Mardi Gras

On a French Quarter sidewalk

When you kissed me, it was strong

I wonder if you’ll hear this song

La da da da da da, da da da da…

Iggy Pop American Valhalla

I have no plans, I have no debts

The mind is not the carefree set

I’m looking for American Valhalla

So if it passes by give me a holler

Please

I’ve shot my gun, I’ve used my knife

This hasn’t been an easy life

I’m hoping for American Valhalla

But if I have outlived my use

Please drink my juice

Innocence

It’s so hard to figure it out

Innocence

It’s so hard to figure it out

I don’t know

I don’t know

I don’t know

I don’t know

It’s so hard to figure it out

I don’t know

I don’t know

I don’t know

I don’t know

Where is American Valhalla

Death is the pill that’s tough to swallow

Is there anybody in there?

Who do I have to kill?

I’m not the man with everything

I’ve nothing, but my name

Lowly, lowly deeds

That no one sees

Lowly, lowly deeds

That no one sees

Where is American Valhalla

Death is the pill that’s hard to swallow

Is anybody in there?

And can I bring a friend?

I’m not the man with everything

I’ve nothing, but my name

I’ve nothing, but my name

I’ve nothing, but my name

I’ve nothing, but my name

I’ve nothing, but my name

Iggy Pop Perforation Problems

I got a secret you can live and learn

i got a secret you can live and learn

you don ‘t know me but i burn

you don ‘t know me but i burn

deep in your gut you know

the right way out

deep in your gut you know

not like those guys who mess around

not like thove guys who fake it, now

perforation problems not all right

hangin on a needle out of spite

perforation problems no one home

stumblin like a dirty slave

in anger

i got a worm down in my troubled soul

i got a worm down in my troubled soul

now i ‘m all right but there’s still holes

now i ‘m all right but there’s still holes

everytime i think it was my last

everytime i hoped it was my last

i watched my future become my past

i watched my future become my past

perforation problems not all right

hangin on a needle outta fright

perforation problems no one home

stumblin like a dirty slave

in anger

i still get angry when i look back

i still get angry when i look back

when i look ahead my bags are packed

perforation problems not all right

hangin on a needle out of fright

perforation problems no one home

stumblin like a dirty slave

perforation problems not all right

perforation problems every night

perforation problems no one home

stumblin like a dirty slave

perforation problems

fright

Iggy Pop Neon Forest

I’m sliding like a lizard on my belly and back

It’s a miracle I haven’t fallen through any cracks

The life on display is trouble for sure

The drugs that I took have made me impure

The neon forest is lighting up

The neon forest is lighting up

My brain

I’ve learned some nasty lessons so I’m shutting

My mouth

A fury in my gut is spinning me round

and round

To be a total phony is the winning design

When the fabric of life is a horny goldmine

The neon forest is my home

And like a cartoon cat I roam

Where only kids are still alive

And anyway they’re gonna fry

My brain

You can get a weird prize for being adored

You can join the “in crowd” for being a whore

Although you are lonely you wish for a fence

America takes drugs in psychic defense

You can say what you want but nobody’s there

Have you got any money?

Are you anybody?