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Phil X & The Drills Lyrics

 

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AIR HOCKEY CHAMPION OF THE WORLD
(words and music by Phil X)

feel like i'm flying solo. i'm totally unknown
don't get attention much but l like yeah like yeah i like it
i don't do interviews. don't have an 8x10
a movie deal is moot but i like yeah i like yeah i like it

'cause i'm the air hockey champion of the world
i'm the air hockey champion of the world
i'm the air hockey champion air hockey champion
of the world. of the world
except for the time i got beat by a girl

i've got a cellular phone but no one in the address book
and i drive a piece of shit but i like yeah i like yeah i like it
i'm on this weeks cover of nothin'. still got last 10 bucks
can i wash your windshield? 'cause i like yeah i like yeah i like it

 

 

BEAUTIFUL APARTMENT
(words and music by Phil X)

you've got your panties in a bunch again
i turn. here comes that sucker punch again.
you said that we were through i needed to be over you
it started with an innocent cup o' joe
and now you're hangin' 'round askin' my friends what went down
i'll tell you if you really wanna know….

she had a beautiful apartment. she had a beautiful face.
she had a beautiful disposition on every piece of furniture in the place
she had a beautiful apartment with a beautiful view
she had a beautiful mole on her shoulder that reminded me of you
that reminded me of you

you play your games. i won't participate.
i'm not a bracelet you can confiscate.
you said that we were through i needed to be over you
i didn't know you'd go and change your mind, i swear
and now you're hangin' 'round askin' my friends what went down
i'll tell you if you even really care

she had a beautiful apartment. she had a beautiful face.
she had a beautiful disposition on every piece of furniture in the place
she had a beautiful apartment with a beautiful view
she had a beautiful scar on her forehead that reminded me of you
that reminded me of..

she said, "come on over."
i said, "i barely know ya."
she said, "bring your video camera."
i said, "HELL YEAH!"

MAKE IT REAL MAKE IT REAL MAKE IT REAL MAKE IT REAL!!!
BLOW MY GASKET!!! MAKE IT REAL MAKE IT REAL MAKE IT REAL
MAKE IT REAL!!! BLOW MY GASKET!!!

 

 

SUNNY DAYS
(words and music by Phil X)

a dime in pocket. the time on my wrist
my finger in a socket and they go… (shoobie doobie doo wah)
big prize. i'm the winner. the size of my dic-
tionary is outstanding and the go… (wop wop doo wah)

sunny days were made for you
bit off more than you could chew

one eye on your shaker. one ear to the ground
your doctor says you got a mult-personality disorder
the choice is in your hands. your voice on my dic-
taphone. i got me some evidence. and the girls sing, "wop wop doo wah"

sunny days were made for you
'til your true colors shine right through

what can i do? (what can i do?)
i'm not getting through (i'm not getting through to you)

all i can say is…
POUND FOR POUND THE BITCH CRAZY!
POUND FOR POUND THE BITCH CRAZY!
POUND FOR POUND THE BITCH CRAZY!
SHE OUT OF HER GODDAMN MIND!

sunny days were made for you oh oh but everything you do
downward spirals into blue

what can i do? i'm not getting through to you
what can i do?

POUND FOR POUND THE BITCH CRAZY!
POUND FOR POUND THE BITCH CRAZY!
POUND FOR POUND THE BITCH CRAZY!
SHE OUT OF HER GODDAMN MIND!