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THE FLOOR IS MADE OF LAVA
PICK UP A SHOVEL
DO YOUR SISTER
HO
The floor is made of lava The youth is nude just for you Abracadabra, out comes a rabbit, ta-dah I’m a liar and a thief if I’m not telling the truth These pants are made of fire Bought and paid in common sense » Shotgun Snapshot Paparazzi’s friend Both the buyer and supplier sing in the choir «
» All the boyfriends on the block are sons of a Rodney « The strippers in suburbia are covered in chutney Here come Stallone in a Hummer with confetti and a blowtorch He left the beach bonfire, said he’s going steady as an anchor Every parrot wants a carrot and they won’t shut up
» Next to the leather cap in us all there’s a crayon colored cobra « There’s a kilo of carbondioxide and a cooler in my cola Next to the leather cap in my car there’s a crayon colored cobra There’s a kilo of carbondioxide and a coconut in my cola
Dirty like a doormat I’ll walk all over you Hungry like a housecat Bitch, I dig wam-bamboo I’m a digger You dug a hole for me And I’m a beggar I’d put a patch on your knee
Heartbeats harder than concrete Heartbeats harder than concrete Sonic the Hedgehog runs in my blood Sonic the Hedgehog runs in my blood
It’s a long way to China, so pick up a shovel My neighbird’s my lover cause her hubby’s a boxer She’s a looker, ooker, hooker and her nickname is Oola La la, she’d go down on Downey Junior And with cheese on her teeth she’ll sing ABC VD She got nothing on but the radio Every parrot wants a carrot and they won’t shut up
Take a wild guess, I’m guessing I kissed her Knock yourself out, I’d do your little sister Next to the leather cap in us all there’s a crayon colored cobra There’s a kilo of carbondioxide and calypso in my cola Next to the copper cap in my car there’s a crayon colored cobra There’s a kilo of carbondioxide and a banananananana in my cola Take a wild guess, I’m guessing I kissed her Knock yourself out, I’d do your little sister
It’s a long way to China, so pick up a shovel My favourite fag is Carson Cartoons give me a hard on I’m on band wagon wine, I’m on kung fu-fe-fire I’m a punchdrunk dad on the dance floor Cause it is made of lava The youth is nude just for you Abracadabra, out comes a rabbit, ta-dah I’m a liar and a thief if I’m not telling the truth Heartbeats harder than concrete Heartbeats harder than concrete Sonic the Hedgehog runs in my blood Sonic the Hedgehog runs in my blood
Take a wild guess, I’m guessing I kissed her Knock yourself out, I’d do your little sister You could do a stranger, and I could do her friend Take a wild guess, I’m guessing I kissed her Knock yourself out, I’d do your little sister Everybody’s got a friend tonight
My bed fits 19 queens I tuck em all in with “The Birds & The Bees” My king size bed fits 19 queens I tuck em all in with “The Birds & The Bees” Frehshshshshshshshshshshsh like a diet » A B.B.Q. to you Come over have a taste of my smile « I got the flavor of glue Cause I’m a keeper But you can score on me And I’m a teaser The hips and hops in your hoodie My bed fits 19 queens I tuck em all in with “The Birds & The Bees” My king size bed fits 19 queens I tuck em all in with “The Birds & The Bees” The club’s gettin’ cold and you need a ride I’d go 18 holes to eat you alive
HAPPY MONDAY
SUCKER LOVE
TANGO IN MY TUMMY
5-VICE
I’d go home but it’s Friday And Thursday’s a week away I’ll get over it someday Kinda like my granny’s got a toupee I fall in love every Sunday Cause I forgot to get her number, don’t remember her name She’ll make my day on a Monday And I’ll be happy that I left when she told me to stay
We need every sock in the city We need a hairdo and a bottle of tipsy Every corner has a girl, every girl has an end Every boy has a girl, my girlfriend has a friend
I’ve been flashing bling and stuff since I left some college » But tonight I’m packing shoulderpads and a woolly kinda turtleneck « I carry cash in a bucket and a trumpet in my pocket Yeah, I got Paris on my mind and neo-neon patches over my eyes
With Hubbabubba on my mind and a K-Mart in sight I wouldn’t think twice about calling the Vice » I wear Uso in my jacket and sugarcoated donuts for glasses « And you can call me 4-eyes, you can call me Old Spice
You know what you’re for and you’re for it all You know what you want and you want it all I’m a sucker for suckers and you suck me dry
All I hear is thunder in a blue balloon Just around the corner there’s summer and a bag of baboons I’ve got a taste for perfume You taste like toast in a jumpsuite
» I go to work in the weekends It’s the only time of the week I don’t sleep in «
» We need seven puffs and a dragon We need a suntan and a laser beam cannon « I’ve thought of making the grade, but the grade makes me laugh I’ve thought of thinking it through, but the thought makes me sad
I don’t care bout what you say but you ain’t saying nothing You say you need a man with shoulderpads or every boy in college Your bottom’s up and your face hits the can With tango in your stomach And I get Paris on my mind Cause I know that we’re running short on time
I’d make out but it’s pay day And I haven’t had enough to get laid She’ll get over it someday Cause she said: ”Does your wife know you’re gay!!” I’ll call her up on a Sunday You know, the number in my phone book that doesn’t have a name We’ll do and don’t until Monday And I’ll be happy cause she left when I told her to stay I go to work in the weekends It’s the only time of the week I don’t sleep in I work hard… I go to work in the weekends It’s the only time of the week I don’t sleep in
You know what you’re for and you’re for it all You know what you want and you want it all I’m a sucker for suckers and you suck me dry
I’m a slave to the wage cause I can’t pass a bar I get in to get laid cause I don’t drink and drive I’m a rat in a cage cause I can’t find a bar I get drunk to get laid cause I figured it out
Like a canary in a mine and a ”fuck” in a rhyme I’m feelin’ kinda uptight and Vanilla Ice-like 5-VICE, 5-VICE I got a futon in my kitchen, Peter Pan will never land and listen And you can know karate, you’re just a Yoohoo in a carny All I hear is thunder in a blue balloon Just around the corner there’s summer and a bag of baboons I’ve got a taste for perfume You taste like toast in a jumpsuite
TOLD HER I’M FROM COMPTON
YOU AIN’T A BITCH
(BITCH)
The girl is invicible We had a Kodak Moment with a mistletoe I told her I’m from Compton There’s a closet in the skeleton Her stilettos walked off in a marathon I told her I’m from Compton
X marks the spot and your teeth on my balls Take a look at the floor, the spotlight seems kinda bored » Your feet are on fire and your makeup is tired « You always wake up early cause every day is your birthday It’s your birthday
Suck on this barrell, you can ride my Camaro
I ain’t a dawg Yeah, and you ain’t a bitch, bitch
» The girl is a fountain She’s been in 24 countries before you start counting « I told her I’m from Compton She spoke about speaking in tongues Speaking of the devil and bubble gum I told her I’m from Compton
I’d take you out but your back is a couch You’d bite me out loud but you got monay all over your mouth I skipped the line Made a move on the K9 I always wake up early cause every day is my birthday It’s my birthday, babay
Suck on this barrell, you can ride my Camaro
I ain’t a dawg Yeah, and you ain’t a bitch, bitch I got plenty of moms cause I’m a mamamaker And I’d cry you a river but I’m too bad a swimmer I ain’t a dawg Yeah, and you ain’t a bitch Bitch
IKEA DID A JOB ON YOU What’s up with the braces and beers I know I cheated but it’s not like I knew Yeah, I’m a robber man but you’re hard as steal IKEA did a job on you You could bring tomatoes and eggs Or whatever’s in your fridge past due » I’d still be cracking jokes bout your ex IKEA did a job on you « All you gotta do is drugs Fuck with me on this one and I’ll fuck you right up All you gotta do is drugs I see you swaying but you don’t feel my love All you gotta do is drugs, baby All you gotta do is fuck with me on this one And I’ll fuck you right up
THANK YOU
CREDITS
Troels Ulrik Lars Rock The Tabu Family Playground Music Carsten Holm Jeppe & Anders at DKB Motor Jan at Cantona Entertainment Tomace Niels Fyrst Andreas Peitersen Rasmus Weng Karlsen Lasse Martinussen Anders Østerlund Philip Skovgaard Anders Frey Lasse Hauschildt James Braun Coteaux du Languedoc William the gay hangaround family friends girlfriends lovers bitches & hoes...!
The Floor is Simon Visti and Ace The Lava is THOBAY K Written and arranged by The Floor Is Made Of Lava Words by THOBAY K Produced by SuperTroels and The Floor Is Made Of Lava Recorded and mixed at Tabu Records www.taburecords.dk Mixed by SuperTroels www.supertroels.dk & The Floor Is Made Of Lava Mastered by Lennart Kjeldsen at Master Touch www.mastertouch.dk Lars Rock plays guitar on Bitch Carsten Holm huffs ”Uhr!!” on 5-VICE SuperDuper sings the blues on China Photo by Rasmus Weng Karlsen www.rasmuswengkarlsen.dk Art direction and coverdesign by Niels Fyrst and Andreas Peitersen Artist management by Ulrik Ørum-Petersen, BazookaSounds Booking agent, Anders Wahrén at DKB Motor www.dkbmotor.dk EXECUTIVE PRODUCERS: THE FLOOR IS MADE OF LAVA ULRIK ØRUM-PETERSEN TABU RECORDS WWW.THELAVA.DK WWW.MYSPACE.COM/THELAVA WWW.MAD4LAVA.BLOGSPOT.COM