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'''Idiot Control Now''' is the | '''Idiot Control Now''' is the eighth track on [[Clown Circus]]. It is a cover of 'Idiot Control' from the Mystery Science Theater 3000 episode, '303 - Pod People'. | ||
==Lyrics== | ==Lyrics== | ||
With the pickle mind we kick the nipple beer | With the pickle mind we kick the nipple beer |
Revision as of 18:13, 27 May 2023
Idiot Control Now | |
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Song | |
Artist | Lemon Demon |
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Written by | Neil Cicierega |
Appears on | Clown Circus |
Sung by | Neil Cicierega |
Duration | 2:15 |
Genre | Rock |
Language | English |
Links: | MP3 |
Idiot Control Now is the eighth track on Clown Circus. It is a cover of 'Idiot Control' from the Mystery Science Theater 3000 episode, '303 - Pod People'.
Lyrics
With the pickle mind we kick the nipple beer Steady as we go we’re flying over trout Ghetto down the high way at the speed of light All I want to feel now is the wind in my eyes. Sack of monkeys in my pocket My sister’s ready to go. Hear the engines roar now (hear the engines roar now) Idiot control now (idiot contro no) Hideous control now (hear the engines ol now) Ninny on the road now (ninny po po now) Mini in control, wheels on fire, burnin’ rubber tires (rubber tires) Leery chother rolls now (ee ah ohh…) Hit it Lesley go now (hit ah go…) Ninny inches bo now (oh now..) Pity in a poor boy (po boy…) Heedy inches roll, bees on pie, burnin’ rubber tires (uh..) It stinks.