This is the beginning of the album

Words fail. World's tail. Not wrong. Not long. Room off in the back corner with beads the posters scare off any foreigner who sees This room, a haven for the youth for speaking in tongues exceedingly is reeking of air freshener and black lungs Room off in the back corner in ashes, the door is fit for Stodgy Mourner who bashes it In the room The Grief vacated we see the painted tomb they have created, but nobody knows who they were

Oh I wish I were a hobo now. With the muck and grime upon my brow. With the great supply of booze, and the dirty smelly shoes, oh I wish I were a hobo now. Oh I'd love to be out on the street. Picking out of garbage cans to eat. All my friends think I am funny when I wave a tin can for money so that I can buy a bit of meat. "You're fired. You always show up to work with that stupid coat. And that beard, you never shave, you're disgusting! I can't have you showing up for customers like that! You are fired!!" Oh I lost my job and then my home. Now I see that I am free to roam. I will dirty up my face and accept my brand new place, now that I look like a garden gnome. "Welcome to the hobo community, son. You got any spare change? I'm savin' up to buy me a burger. I love burgers, but I never get to eat 'em." I'm a hobo, I'm a hobo, I'm a hobo now. "It's cold. Oh, no wonder, my coat's got another hole in it. Probably one of those rats. I thought I ate them all. Oh, look at me, resorting to eating rats! I just want to go home." Oh I wish I weren't a hobo now. I wish I could simply clean my brow. There is not a drop of booze and a lack of any shoes, oh I wish I weren't a hobo now. Oh, it's been a year since I've seen a bed. This is all going to my head. I have gone a bit insane from the food I don't contain. Well at least I know that I'm not dead.

He could not dance, his legs were broken He was not nice, or quite outspoken He could turn lemons into gold Because he was just ten years old He was the best at making stars 'Cuz he went to the best of bars But when he went into any town He'd act as council for the crown Monkeys dance, chicken's pants He wasn't bad, he paid his taxes He made the sun spin on its axis He made a sandwich and then a rhyme After he made his warp through time (scat. yeah, man.) His purple hair was very tasty His skin was red, but very pasty But when he cried most every day The band would shout "what did we say?"

This song is filler

I'm going to sing a song for you now. Give me a minute, I forget what it's called. Ah, screw it. Play the song! Oh I woke up at noon, I had some lunch. I forget what I ate, it must have packed a punch. Heard a ring at the doorbell, I opened the door. Didn't know who this man was. Might've seen him before. Oh, I'm rackin' my brains, Think I'm goin' insane. He sure looks so familliar, I just don't know his name. I say Who the heck're you? (I'm your only son.) Then it must be true, Senility's not much fun. He tells me he's come, gonna take me to a home. I forget the next lyric. I'll just make something up. Lovely weather we're havin', Sure seems like a nice day. I remember the next part, I'll sing it now. There was a funny smell, I thought it was hell. I got in my bed, and I rang the little bell. Girl said (Who the heck are you?) I'm the crazy one. (Then it must be true.) Senility's not much fun. Time had passed, lives had changed. I see I've gone quite deranged. I got hungry, so I had some soup. It was really good soup. I wish I had some more. I'm gonna go take a nap now. Soup.

I eat bagels, you eat bagels? I eat bagels, you? I eat bagels, you eat bagels, we eat bagels too.

Johnny was a young man with hair as green as grass He lived with his dad who owned a pizza place and was such a pain in the rear He wanted his son to follow him into the family scheme But Johnny said no dad, I'd rather live my own dream You see, Johnny wanted nothing more than to drum for a band But his dad said "no, pies and music don't mix, now come here and lend me a hand." Late one night at the pizza place, Johnny's father said "you're a waste of space" So he threw Johnny out into the street without a single slice to eat All he had were the clothes on his back, a dream for his life, and his drums in a sack He needed a chance, a way to break free, to fill his life with possibility Down in the cavern club in the basement The Band of Music needed a replacement for their drummer, who had combusted after his playing skills, they had rusted Johnny tried just to approach them This is what they said No, you cannot join us in our band You make pizza, and so we hate you Yes, you can join us in our band We need someone who drums like you do This is our lead single, buy it from us please This is a hit single, sold a million copies We're going on tour, got lots of groupies Johnny's father goes on TV and tells a story for the world to see, that Johnny used to be a pizza cook, and maybe he needs a second look The musicians were shocked, the pizza chefs were too They hated poor Johnny now, through and through They tossed tomatoes and drumsticks at his face, so Johnny quit the band in his disgrace I'm living alone Just with this gold record I own Nobody'll have anything to do with me It's not my fault, baby hear my plea I just wanted to drum Now I'm just a poor bum I'm a good fella' I've just fallen into the old mozzarella My mama told me never to try I never meant to make her cry I just gotta get my fix Of those tasty melty sticks I've got some tunes in my head The kind that fill me with dread Solo career Personal confession These albums really stink Oh I'm pourin' out my heart But my songs won't chart Oh, I give up Olive came sneaking into Johnny's house She found him giving golf tips to a long-dead old mouse She threw out his cheese sticks and cleaned off his face She knew she could free him from his disgrace She brought him to her studio with an 8-track machine, picked up her keytar and said "let's make this one mean" Johnny was back now, and the album was grand With olive on vocals and a whole new band It hit the charts and shot to number one Johnny's successes had sure been outdone Johnny's father had become greedy from all the money he'd made from being on TV He'd had enough of this music trend, so the music folk must meet their end He gathered an army of his pizza fans to go up against those music bands The pizza troops invaded musicville The musicians and pizza folk prepared to kill Johnny was crushed by this war he had caused So he came front and center and demanded it be paused He turned to the crowd and he sang with his band About compassion and what love can withstand The crowd sang along, they were taken with glee They all shouted praise for good old Johnny Johnny was crushed by this war he had caused He turned to the crowd and demanded it be paused But they wouldn't listen to his cries of peace Only through bloodshed would this conflict cease Johnny's father knew what he must do He'd blame it on Johnny poor Olive too He told all the people "we don't have to fight; just kill these hoodlums and call it a night Go, Johnny, go