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by Vivian Pikkles & The Sweethearts Über Alles

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Mostly recorded by Matt Hall with some practice tracks featuring Melissa on drums.

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released April 13, 2011

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Vivian Pikkles and the Sweethearts Über Alles Houston, Texas

Having studied the sacred texts of The Ramones, The Sex Pistols, The Runaways and Nikki & The Corvettes, Pikkles have integrated the teachings of modern philosophers such as NoBunny, Personal & The Pizzas, and Jay Reatard into a burger-paved path to pizza punk salvation. If your keg is empty, it will be filled. If your bowl is cashed, it will be greened.If your smokes are out, they will be bummed. ... more

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Track Name: Boys Beers Burgers
Heard your girlfriend was bringing you down
We're here to turn this party around
Yeah we heard that she's doing you wrong
Makes you fuck her with her clothes on
She's safe at home in bed by eleven
We're making out down at EZ-7
So ditch the bitch and make the swtich
We're hot burgers, she's a cold sandwich

And all the girls know what they wanna do
And all the girls wanna do it with you
So take a hit and hold on tight
'Cause we were born on a Saturday night
Our living room smells like burgers and weed
'Cause we're the hot meat on the scene
An Awesome Street party never dies
'Cause it's boys, beers and burgers for the rest of our lives

Your boyfriend's a real time bomb
He's old enough to date your mom
Yeah, your boyfriend, he's such a snooze
Personality ain't tattoos
He's always yappin' 'bout his "rules punk"
We roll our eyes 'cause we don't give a fuck
So make like a tree and get the hell out
'Cause that's what this party is all about

Hangin' out with all the young dudes
Throwin' back some beer and ludes
We don't care what your dad thinks
'Cause it ain't a party 'til we puke in your sink
Our living room smells like burgers and weed
'Cause we're the hot meat on the scene
An Awesome Street party never dies
'Cause it's boys, beers and burgers for the rest of our lives

Our living room smells like burgers and weed
'Cause we're the hot meat on the scene
An Awesome Street party never dies
'Cause it's boys, beers and burgers for the rest of our lives
BOYS BEERS BURGERS FOR THE REST OF OUR LIVESg
Track Name: Pizza Planet
There's a problem and we need to face it
Only one thing to erase it
We were partying and go too high
Now we want that pizza pie

This same situation
Is happening all across the nation
All the kids wanna grab a slice
Take a bite and feel real nice

Don't want burgers and I don't want fries
It should come as no surprise
I want the cheese and the deep dish crust
I've gotta bad case of pizza lust

There's no complication
I'd stake my very reputation on it
It's happenin' all around the world
SO TOSS THAT DOUGH ALL YOU BOYS AND GIRLS

Don't need your contemplation
We're not having this conversation
It's pizza time in the city tonight
So c'mon, motherfuckers, ALL RIGHT!
Track Name: Funboy
Hey little Funboy I think you're just my type
Hey little Funboy I think you're so fine
Did you ever get my friend request
Hey little Funboy I think I love you best

I'm gonna take my time
Then I'm gonna make you mine
Gonna take you to the roof
Then I'm gonna make my move
Ain't lookin' for a heartbreak
I just wanna get faked
With you, with you, with you!

Hey little Funboy, your t-shirt's so tight
I wanna love you every day and every night
Hey little Funboy can we be best friends?
Hey little Funboy I'm gonna love you 'til the end

I'm gonna take my time
Then I'm gonna make you mine
Gonna take you to the roof
Then I'm gonna make my move
Ain't lookin' for a heartbreak
I just wanna get faked
With you, with you, with you!
Track Name: Black Kat
I know you black cat
Won't you cross my path
You know I'm ready
For whatever you have

I never heard of bad luck
There's no such thing as bad luck
I've never heard of bad luck
Baby you know I just don't give a fuck

Lookin' through your window
You was lookin' through mine
Bring your ass on over to me
Let's have a good time

I never heard of bad luck
There's no such thing as bad luck
I've never heard of bad luck
Baby you know I just don't give a fuck
Track Name: It's Bologna Being Lonely
You won't hold my hand anymore
I've seen that look in your eyes before
You won't return my texts
Baby what's gonna happen next?
So I saw you at the dance party
You wouldn't even look at me
Spikin' the punch with another girl
Baby it's the end of the world

It's bologna being lonely
It's so sad, yeah it hurts the most
It's a fake out tryin' to make out
With your memory, with your ghost

So I took this party outside
Your best friend asked for a ride
And oh yeah, I took him home
I may as well have been alone
Went to the house of that girl you like
Slashed the tires on her bike
I hope she smashes into a wall
Why won't you return my calls!?

It's bologna being lonely
It's so sad, yeah it hurts the most
It's a fake out tryin' to make out
With your memory, with your ghost

It's bologna being lonely
It's so sad, yeah it hurts the most
It's a fake out tryin' to make out
With your memory, with your ghost
It's a bummer in the summer
Boogie boardin' with no one else
It's so lame-o doin' the same old
Things all by myself
Track Name: Bubblegum, Hairspray, april5k (Melissa Demo)
Look out now 'cause here we come
Gonna make you swallow your Bubbleyum
Just sit back we're in control
'Cause our hairspray's got extreme hold
Don't bother puttin' up a fight
'Cause we're gonna take you out tonight
You roll up in those tight jeans
Now we gotta know what's under those things

You may doubt it
So we're gonna shout it
What're you gonna do about it?

You're a boy with half a brain
Guys like that drive us insane
Yeah you've read some real great books
But that don't mean you've got the look
We want a boy who's a dream machine
He'll buy us milkshakes and make us scream
He tastes like French fries, he's the boss
We wanna dip him in the sauce

You may doubt it
So we're gonna shout it
What're you gonna do about it?
Yes we're drunk
And yes we're stoned
But we ain't goin' home alone

This rich girl's got something to say
She hears you're a lousy lay
So tell your daddy and tell your mom
We're ch-ch-ch-ch-cherry bombs