It's Too Cold Lyrics By Moxy Fruvous

You're the last of a breed and it's begining to stink
So you take to the clouds with your bible and drink
The proclaimation was made, the proclaimation was felt
There's a new notch in your belt
Very carefully you've protected your house
Now there's no getting out
It's too cold
It's too late
It's too far
There's a lovely house on a lovely street
There's a burning star but it's giving no heat
To the sting that was felt on the back of your hand
Now someone's lost command
Very secretly you've infected your house
Now there's no getting out
It's too cold
It's too late
It's too far

Early Morning Rain Lyrics By Moxy Fruvous

Originally done by Gordon Lightfoot
In the early morning rain
With a dollar in my hand
With an aching in my heart
And my pockets full of sand
I'm a long, long way from home
And I miss my loved ones so
In the early morning rain
With no place to go.
Out on runway number nine
Big 707 set to go
But I'm stuck here in the grass
Where the cold winds blow
Well the liquor tasted good
And the women all were fast
There she goes, my friend
She's rolling down at last
Hear the mighty engine roar
Speed the silver bird on high
She's away and westward bound
Out among the clouds she'll fly
Where the morning rain don't fall
And the sun always shines
She'll be flying o'er my home
In about three hours time
This old airport's got me down
It's no earthly good to me
'Cause I'm stuck here on the ground
Cold and drunk as I could be
You can't jump a jet plane
Like you can a freight train
So I'd best be on my way
In the early morning rain
You can't jump a jet plane
Like you can a freight train
So I'd best be on my way
In the early morning rain.

I Love My Boss Lyrics By Moxy Fruvous

(Jian on lead)
He can't stand a loss
He's always cross
His name is Ross... my [boss]
I love my boss
I love my boss
He isn't full of fluff and gloss
He gives me work and many chores to do
My model, like Ben Cartwright to Hoss
And though he pays me minimum wage
It's all I deserve at this stage
Some union hack said I should ask for more
I answered with suitable rage
I love my boss
I love my boss
I love my boss
I love my boss
One day I came to work too late
I'd had a Frvous luncheon date
My boss he summoned me to speak with him
I sweated, awaiting my fate
He said "you're done!"
He chased me two blocks with a gun
But my dear boss let me apologize
In hindsite, there wasn't a gun.
(Mike)
He's going out now with my sister
They go real heavy on the sauce
I'd like to tell him watch out mister
But he's the boss
My friends they say that I am clinging
Ask why I'm carrying this cross
Who knows what club-med will be bringing
From dear old boss
(spoken by Jian)
Examples
(All)
Bosses through the ages prove
They're the ones who make it move
Bewitched would have an empty plate
If it weren't for Larry Tate
Clark Kent reached the highest height
With the help of Perry White
And if we may be retrograde
Speak the name Reuben Kincaid
(Jian)
Now the other workers all say "Wow!"
When I roll over and I shake a paw
My boss is my brother-in-law
(All)
I love my boss
I love my boss
I love my boss
I love my boss
From the Liner:
1990- Whistle while you work.

Kick In The Ass Lyrics By Moxy Fruvous

(Murray, then rest)
Kick in the ass.
Kick in the ass.
Kick in the ass, it's coming.
Kick in the ass, it's coming.
(repeats)
(All)
That guy who's stealing my parking space
(Murray)
He gets a
(All)
kick in the ass.
(Murray)
A great big
(All)
kick in the ass.
(All)
That baggage handler playing with my suitcase
(Murray)
He'll get a
(All)
kick in the ass.
(Murray)
It's comin',
(All)
kick in the ass.
(Mike)
People telemarketing,
calling during supper.
(All)
They should come visit and
show me their face.
(Murray)
And get a
(All)
kick in the ass.
(Murray)
A great big
(All)
kick in the ass.
(All)
A Kick in the ass.
(Murray)
It's coming.
(All)
Kick in the ass.
(All)
Someone's complaining that they
got no hors d'oeuvres.
(Murray)
They'll get a
(All)
kick in the ass.
(Murray)
A great big
(All)
kick in the ass.
(Mike)
That guy!
(All)
That guy who wrote that book
about the bell curve.
(Murray)
My hardest
(All)
kick in the ass.
(Murray)
It's comin'
(All)
kick in the ass.
(Mike)
Jugs of milk left in the fridge,
with only drops remaining.
(All)
I find who did it,
they'll get what they deserve.
(Dave)
(get what they deserve)
(Murray)
A great big
(All)
kick in the ass.
(Murray)
That's right, a
(All)
kick in the ass.
(vocal "kick in the ass, it's comin'" solo)
(All)
I dole out justice with the
tip of my boot.
(Dave)
I'll kick ya!
(All)
kick in the ass.
(Murray)
It's comin'
(All)
kick in the ass. (Jian ??)
(All)
It's got a logic
that you just can't refute.
(Dave)
You just can't refute good
(Murray)
Commander
(All)
kick in the ass.
(Murray)
The king of
(All)
kick in the ass.
(Mike)
A trail of aching derriטre
next time they'll be more thoughtful.
(All)
They'll hunt me down and
stop my fun at the root.
(Murray)
I'll get a
(All)
Kick in the ass.
(Murray)
Full circle
(All)
Kick in the ass.
(Murray)
Enormous
(All)
Kick in the ass.
(Murray)
Gigantic
(All)
Kick in the ass.
Dooo...
From the Liner:
(Dave-vocals; Jian-vocals, drums; Mike-lead vocal; Murray-vocals)

La Complainte Du Phoque En Alaska (french) Lyrics By Moxy Fruvous

by Beau Dommages
Cre-moe, cre-moe pas,
Quelque part en alaska
Y'a un phoque qui s'ennuie en maudit
Sa blonde est partie
Gagner sa vie
Dans un cirque aux Etats-Unis
Quand le phoque est tout seul
Y r'garde le soleil
Qui descend doucement sure le glacee
Y pense au Etats en pleurant tout bas
C'est comme ca quand ta blond t'a lachee
Ca vaut pas la peine de laisser ceux qu'on aime
Pour aller faire tourner des ballons sur son nez
Ca faire rire les enfants, ca dure jamais longtemps
Ca fail plus rire personne quand les enfants sont grands
Quand le phoque s'ennuie,
Y r'garde son poil qui brille
Comme les rues d'New York apres la pluie
Il reve a Chicago
Puis a Marilyn Monroe
Il voudrait voir sa blonde faire son show
C'est rien qu'un histoire
On peut pas m'en faire accoire
Mes des fois j'ai l'impression que c'est moe
Qu'y est assis sur la glace
Les deux mains dans la face
Mon amour est partie pis j'm'ennuie.
Ca vaut pas la peine de laisser ceux qu'on aime
Pour aller faire tourner des ballons sur son nez
Ca faire rire les enfants, ca dure jamais longtemps
Ca fait plus rire personne quand les enfants sont grands.

Lazlo's Career Lyrics By Moxy Fruvous

(Jian)
Everyone has a groovy time with Lazlo.
He speaks poetry and brings us cheer.
(All)
We have lots of friends back in Ontario.
But right now, there is no better place than here
for Lazlo's career.
(Jian)
Take some time to change your mind,
this is the place that you will find.
(All)
The cat is fat, the cat is fat,
the cat is fat, the cat is fat.
(Jian)
Take some time, expand your mind,
do what he'd do, to be happy.
(All)
Are you happy,
(Jian)
on your own?
Don't go home.
(All)
Everyone has a groovy time with Lazlo.
We know the effervesence will be near.
We have lots of friends back in Ontario.
But right now, there is no better place than here
for Lazlo's career.
(guitar solo)
Lazlo's career
(Jian)
Take some time to change your mind,
cause this is the place that you will find.
(All)
You won't go back, it's where it's at,
you gotta pat the man, the hat, and that's a fact.
(Jian)
Take your time, expand your mind,
do what he'd do, to be happy.
(All)
Are you happy,
(Jian)
on your own?
Don't go home.
(All)
Everyone has a groovy time with Lazlo.
He speaks poetry and brings us cheer.
We have lots of friends back in Ontario.
But right now, there is no better place than here
for Lazlo's career.
Lazlo's career.
Lazlo's career.
Lazlo's career.
(fade out)
From the Liner:
(Dave-vocals, electric guitar, moog; Jian-lead vocal, drums, piano;
Mike-vocals, guitar; Murray-vocals, bass)