Lousy "Best Wishes"

Lousy "Best Wishes" LP/CD (2001) Knock Out Records.

BEST WISHES

Your knowledge is great

C’mon and feel my hate

Your gossip is shit

And makes me sick

Your form no idea of my mind

C’mon enjoy your daily grind

No own mind, all is a copy

You are so cool, but yu get anger

Shut up you fucking little wanker

Best wishes – you stupid feel

Best wishes – you are so cool

Best wishes – don’t know what to do

Best wishes – From me to you

BETTER DAYS

Better days will come

Better days will go

Better dyas will go-go-go

Cmon, Better days will go!

The ups and downs in your life

Your heart the point of a knife

The silence deep in you

The law of your mood

The explosion of feelings

Your wounds don’t get no healing

GENERATION OF SOLDIERS

Out of work and no way out

No money and no future

The rescue comes

In form of the call-up order

You are happy and you think

No more life on the corner

Now it’s time for comrade-ship

Obedience and booze-ups

3 months wew the hardest time

The basic-training really was a crime

In this course of time you had fun

Your feeling was great

Obey orders, run and sweat

For your fucking’ state

1 year is not enough

You’re going longer – stupid daft

Generation of soldiers

Work-shy guys and alcoholics

THE STORY OF EVEL K

E is for exterminate the fear of all the mob

V is for victory and venting to the top

E is for evoke the kick – experience this pop!

L is for lee majors this trashy kind of shop

K is for the knowledge how to jump the ramps

N is for the nexus of getting all the stamps

I is for ignoring fire and the damps

E is for every fall getting new vamps

V is for valley your rival-sods

E is for the envy of all the 60’s mods

L is for being larger than god

35 broken bones – Evel, you rock!

Stuntmant of the century

With life you did quit

Crushed bones for America

Don’t care about it

Evel Knievel! Please come back

Evel Knievel! C’mon and risk your neck

Evel Knievel! Idol od yankee pack

Evel Knievel! You’ll never go to wrack

Evel Knievel! Don’t stab us in the back

Evel Knievel! Save us from this crap

FLAMING HE-MAN

Everytime a loser, everytime the last

Tall of build, your mind is not so vast

Your hands are like a toilet lid

Your upper arms being like my legs

Big stupid boy –what kind of job could you get?

Sometimes you are flying in a rift of rage

You let the fists swing – your “enemy” falls into the edge

Ths story goes around, what a good rowdy you are!

“I join a security-firm having everytime a spare”

Moron with complexes

Abuse four your selfishness!

Beasting is now on turn

Burn he-man burn!

And now you are important, now get you are the king

You provoke the guests and let your fists swing

Inside your head it’s still the same

Hey big stupid bastard – you don’t feel no shame

LAST ORDERS, PLEASE

Yeah, yeah 2 fingers in the air

Please yer last orders

We’ll stamp his arse down the stair

Yeah yeah 2 fingers in the air

WE’ll see whose pub goes bare

Get move on! In this lousy Saturday night

The beer is the only one that you have and that’s right

But then it’s time

For all beer-drinkers a crime

The bartender wants to close his pub

And he hides the precious booze-cups

This can’t be serious – I think I’m delirious

“Don’t do that man” – It’s the best you can

But he doesn’t here it and

Now he says the forbidden words and

We smash his face

BULLET ON THE ROCKS

You feel bored you didn’t know why

I know what to do you don’t have to cry

In your near there is a bar

Where the mood never is dark

You step in, the guys’re hanging around

And somo are flying up on a pink cloud

You shit down, the chaos begins!

The problem is the peculiar drink

In this bar you can get “bullet on the rocks”

The destruction is great and never stops

You wanna move the bullet on the rocks

And you are happy with us

You are drunk and you go home

Being wornout and walking like a gnome

But you never feel down

R’N’R FASHION SHOW

Hey man – A new child is born again

Hurry up! Before you miss the trend

Go into the clubs everyone goes to

Forget your idols, a new era starts for you

Rock’n’roll fashion show – every turn of tide you do

Rock’n’roll fashion show – Who’s smarter than you?

Rock’n’roll fashion show – Up-to-dateness at the booth

Rock’n’roll fashion show – Hanger-on you loser

Hey man – clown without a brain

No roots, no idea and much more again

A fool in the scene that tomorrow dies

Oh, shit, you need new rags but you must pay the price

Rock’n’roll empty bowl

Rock’n’roll

Rock’n’roll nasty Proll

Rock’n’roll

RAINBOW FEVER

In your dreams you see angels coloured and great

You speed up and you must go ahead

You feel the colour

Under your feet the ground is soft

The sky comes near

And causes the pain in your eyes

1000 angels sitting on the clouds

Play the harps and sing around

The angels sing from love and death

The angels sing from life and death

From a distance a beautiful song

In his ears it sounds very long

Then you are the guest in their dome

You feel strange but you are at home

The angels sing around for you

STAY LOUSY

Forget your good manners – forget the norm

C’mon and get sloshed – wriggle your body like worm

Ride with us on the road to hell

C’mon baby make a pint and yell

And now my ragged friend give us a rest

You are a rock machine – c’mon and display your best

You are the epiteme of terror

The living hatred – you are the emperor

Stay Lousy – Keep in touch with us

Stay Lousy – Enjoy the lower class

Stay Lousy – Get your c’town pass

Stay Lousy – Good manners up your ass

PRINCESS ALI

As luck would have it – she was born too rich

A nice little girl – a spoilt littel bitch

Her highness was happy – no problem in her life

All that she wanted – she got it anytime

But then came the day she rode her horse

Through the land, through the weed

But her feelings went worse

She stopped her ride and went under a tree

She squated down for a pee

Princess Ali wanna go pee

Under a tree

All of a sudden a flash went down to earth

And hit the princess

All of her wealth and all of her might

Didn’t help her and se died

As luck would have it – she died rich

The nice little girl – the spoilt little bitch

The moral from the story

Be poor and bold

Don’t worry and get old!

R.A.M.O.N.E.S

(No lyrics)