"HELLO BAD BUZZ" © 2010, Johnathan DeHaas Pop the top off my lemonade Forget about the rocks Cuz' in a minute I'll be on my way From the aftershock Well I don't wanna reveal Too much about myself But there ain't no turnin' back When I got Mike's help The night is young It's two for one And I'll be raisin' hell Very Cherry's givin' me thrill Don't even need the glass Just twist the cap And serve it chilled And keep 'em comin' fast Now I don't wanna give up What I got in store But you're lookin' so good Like you didn't before Jack was right Before midnight I'll be on the floor Hello bad buzz It's nice to see you again Hello bad buzz Let the fun begin Hey! (X4) Somebody stop the spinning! Hello! (X8) "DEVILICIOUS" © 2010, Johnathan DeHaas I've been told I am so so bad But in a good good way Dangerous and innocent Is what I hear 'em say 'Cuz I'll wrap my Arms around you All night long Then you'll wake Alone to find me Already gone (Chorus) I'm devilicious And it's easy to see I got a little bit Of the Devil in me Your halo's sayin' that you're Angelic through and through So how's about I put A little bit of Devil in you Hahaha There's no escape Once I got you in my sight You'll never get away...ever! I got 'em rockin' all through the night And rollin' every day Wrapped around my little finger In a big big way 'Cuz I got the goods to get me Everything I need Kissin' all those nasty cuts while I watch 'em bleed (Repeat Chorus) "KICK YOU" © 2010, Johnathan DeHaas Kick You (X3) Can you please explain What is wrong with your brain? Your mouth never shuts And it's drivin' me nuts Such a cheep mooch Like a leach on the loose Holdin' out your hand When it's all outta loot Can't stay off the drugs Like a wanna-be thug Blazin' in the basements Of the avenue pubs Shake yourself awake And give us all a break You're nothin' but A low-down slithery snake Kick You (X3) Stupid look on your face What a total disgrace Beneath the bottom feeders Of the human race Always pickin' fights Stayin' out all night Your Mother always told ya That 'cha ain't quite right Always gettin' drunk And you smell like a skunk Ignorant and greasy Like a teenage punk Nothin' but s snitch Always sctachin' that itch Stealin' from the poor Just to get yourself rich All I wanna do is kick you (X2) I don't know you well But it's easy to tell You need to be locked In a prison cell You gotta bad vibe Talkin' too much jive In and outta Juvy Since the day you were five Always tellin' lies Just to get your prize Layin' it on thick With your puppy dog eyes Wicked in your ways 'Til the end of your days Your mouth is gonna send ya To an early grave Kick You (X3) I wanna kick you (X6) ...And I got my steel-toe boots on! "RECKLESS" © 2010, Johnathan DeHaas Deep cut underneath My left eye You know that's gonna Leave a scar Another friend I just can't rely on Thrown out of my Fav'rite bar Fists clenched When I hear the gossip Always on the defensive Can't keep it bottled Up inside me Never able to forgive (Chorus) Oh this reckless Heart of mine Can't seem to read The warning signs Somehow I'll find a way Maybe someday I hold on to a Grudge forever Never able to let go I got my share of Cuts and bruises 'Cuz I take it fast When the city's slow Got no place In the 9-5 world Or any time for That boring stuff Ain't gonna let Anybody tell me I'll never be Good enough (Repeat Chorus) Time after time All the rules get broken Protecting all my dreams Underneath my tough skin Again and again (Repeat Chorus) (X2) "CHARLIE HORSE" © 2010, Johnathan DeHaas Nothing's what it seems It's all a big illusion A little bit of truth's Too much to ask for Just when your mind is set you're hit with confusion You can't count on much To add up the score It's all a lie! (Chorus) The bark don't match the bite It hits just like a charlie horse I hearing wrong and I'm seeing right Charlie horse Michael Jackson's black Under all that white plastic The great Wizard Of Oz Is just an old wind bag Half KISS is 50 percent fantastic And Minnie Mouse Is nothing more Than Mickey in drag We've been duped! (Repeat Chorus) I've had enough of this stuff That's effin' up reality I'm sick of being a victim Of these dirty tricks This stubborn mule ain't gonna Kick the wind out of me So what you see is what you get Without a fix No more bruises! Bark, Bite, Charlie Horse Wrong, Right, Charlie Horse "GIMME GOOD GUITAR" © 2010, Johnathan DeHaas Gimme... I need some action In a wicked way 'Cuz my attraction Is risin' up today A little screamin' And some squealin' too You got me dreamin' And addicted to you So gimme good guitar! I like the bending Into diff'rent shapes There's just no ending And there's no escape Work those fingers Down to the bone And let it linger 'Til I'm ready to moan So turn it up And amplify that stuff And make it tough Overload the plugs Slide it slowly Then pick up the pace Pull it off only And cut to the chase And gimme good guitar! Now hammer on Come on and drive it down And make it strong Knock me to the ground A hot feelin' Always comes up quick I hit the ceiling With each and every lick So gimme good guitar (X3) I want it I need it I got to have it I'd steal for it I'd wheel and deal for it Anything! "GETTIN' HOT" © 2010, Johnathan DeHaas I'll be the last To burst the bubble But the first To see the truth A mile away I can smell the trouble It's comin' in Like a wrecking crew And the bomb is set To explode While the clock ticks Hit the road (Chorus) 'Cuz it's gettin' hot And I can almost Feel the fire Gettin' Hot The flames are Gettin' higher Gettin' Hot! (X4) I'll be the last To catch the fever But the first To break a sweat I've always been A firm believer To fear is better Than to regret And the match is struck Into white light The gasoline waits To take flight (Repeat Chorus) Gettin' Hot! (X4) I'm burnin' up... "MARTIANS WANNA ROCK" © 2009, Johnathan DeHaas Spoken: We interrupt our regularily schedule program to bring you this special announcement. NASA has just confirmed that the UFO's hovering over NY and Los Angeles are occupied by Martians and they have come to retreive guitars after listening to the first rock and roll station ever transmitted to their planet via satellite radio... They said it hypnotized them And they'd never Be the same again A billion tiny red men Crankin' up to eleven Left - right - Rifles cocked Left - Right - Targets locked Left - Right - Grip that stock 'Cuz the Martians wanna rock! Spoken: An organization of freedom fighting rebels known only as the "Martian Malitia" have taken action against the alien invasion. Armed with rifles and the willingness to protect our nations guitars from being ripped from the hands of muscians everywhere, they march in sync with the pulse of our nations heartbeat as we wait for the attack... They said it hypnotized them And they'd never Be the same again A billion tiny red men Crankin' up to eleven Left - right - Rifled cocked Left - Right - Targets locked Left - Right - Grip that stock 'Cuz the Martians wanna rock "GONNA GONNA GET 'CHA TONIGHT" © 2010, Johnathan DeHaas (Oh! Gonna Get'cha) I've been sittin' here On this barstool Tryin' not to stare at you Some would probly say You're outta my league But they don't know me Like I do I ain't the coolest guy In the place But I really want 'cha bad Guaranteed to give you More affection Than you ever had (Chorus) Gonna gonna Get 'cha tonight Gonna make you Feel alright Gonna gonna Get 'cha tonight A - A - Alright (Oh! Gonna Get'cha) I can tell from takin' Just one look that 'cha Got a great big heart And the song that 'cha Played on the jukebox Got me from the start I ain't really in the mood For talkin' That's never been My thing Just saddle up here Beside me close And get 'cherself Another drink (Chorus) I got the chills When I looked your way And saw you standin' By the video games I'm up fopr doubles If you wanna play I'll even let you Get the high score! (Oh! Gonna Get'cha) (Chorus) There isn't any other Way around it I want you by my side There's no reason to run And no place to hide Gonna gonna Get 'cha tonight "I DRIVE A MUSTANG" © 2010, Johnathan DeHaas Rockin' down Main Street Sittin' kinda low Ricochet Racer On my radio Smell of tough leather And gasoline burn Detailed finish Watchin' all the heads turn! (Chorus) 'Cuz I drive a Mustang Can't you see Yourself sitting right here Next to me? I promise it will get you up When I drive my Mustang Giddy Up! Rollin' past my high school Where I was a geek They don't recognize me In my red hot machine 70's moustache Hair feathered back Rose colored glasses I ain't ever goin' back! (Chorus) Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Yeah, yeah, Oh Yeah (Chorus) I drive a Mustang Yeah, Yeah, Yeah (I got the Pony Package) "FIGHT THROUGH THE NIGHT" © 2009, Johnathan DeHaas Coney Island's so far away From this mess here In the Bronx Just to make it Back home alive Is the only thing That we want Runnin' through The danger zones As the rain fall On the streets Silhouettes in the Pale moonlight While the rest of the City sleeps Fight through the night Fight through the night One shot and a shifty lie Put a price tag On our heads The blood is spilled And the glovers are off And now they all just Want us dead City cops and Baseball bats Angry chicks with Switchblade knives subway punks On roller skates Collaborate to Take our lives Huh! (X3) Nine of us against the world Only the battle-hardened Will remain We'll do good like all Warriors should So that we won't all Die in vain That abandoned Amusement park Is where it all Comes to a close We'll persevere on Eagles wings So the truth can be exposed Fight through the night Fight through the night Fight! (X4) "BLEEDER" © 2009, Johnathan DeHaas Hey! I'm a bleeder So don't 'cha be a mistreater I know all about 'choo Lurkin' 'round that camp site And it just ain't right Just because you got An axe to grind And revenge is sweet All that stuff happened So long ago Don't take it out on me (Chorus 1) You gotta move on Now can't you see Enough is enough And I don't wanna bleed... Hey! I'm a bleeder And you find Anybody sweeter I ain't the one who pushed You in that lake So gimme a break! You been hangin' 'round Way too long Holdin' on that grudge Lowering that water front Property value Spillin' teenage blood (Chorus 2) You gotta get out And let it be Don't ever come back 'Cuz I don't wanna... Bleed! Bleed! Bleed! Bleed! Blleed! (Chorus 1) (Chorus 1)
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