Totally Massive Plethora Of Heroes Lyrics By Moxy Fruvous

Canada...WAKE UP!
Look behind you, your history's creeping
Canada...WAKE UP!
It's far too exciting for you to be sleeping
A totally awesome selection of heroes.
Terry Fox was a hero
Laura Secord warned us of a sneak attack
And Rene Levesque each day smoke a whole other pack
Oscar Peterson grooves us now that Trudeau's resigned
Take a look at their lives, it will blow your mind!
Stop in your tracks but don't relax
Try to pause to think, check out the facts
You've got Jacques and Gilles and Guy Phil
Margaret Atwood, [??]
Canadian people who are forever gonna be the heroes.
Canada...WAKE UP!
Ask your mother, I'll bet that she knows
A totally massive plethora of heroes.
Canada...WAKE UP!
There's a hero in every story
Canada...WAKE UP!
Some are left wing and some are Tory
A totally awesome selection of heroes.
What makes someone a hero?
Do you have to take a special course in school?
Or maybe save Grandad's life when he's fallen into the pool?
You've heard all about Superman, he's just a cartoon
But there's real superheroes and real things they were doin'
Once again we've got the story of the heroes
No flashy stars, no {???} like Robert DeNiro's
Different faces, different races
Working hard in different places
Canada...WAKE UP!
We've to Metis and mountainclimbers
Canada...WAKE UP!
Farmers, Hippies and Maritimers
A totally massive plethora of heroes.
Canada...WAKE UP!
You've probably got heroes next door
Canada...WAKE UP!
So what do we need this show for?
To show you an awesome selection of heroes
What makes someone a hero?
Do you have to win a war or build a fort?
Or maybe invent the phone, or win the gold in some sport?
Laurier straddled the Solitudes, Wayne and Schuster wore slacks
Our heroes give blood, then pay income tax.
Now and then, give yourself some time to think about
Your own heritage, {???}
{???} to store, from shore to shore, from rich to working poor
Celebrate and don't berate
All the women and men who made this nation great
Not just fancy cars and movie stars
{???}
Canadian people who are forever gonna be the heroes.
Canada...WAKE UP!
Ask your uncle, I'll bet that he knows
A totally massive plethora of heroes.
This is from a CBC program that Moxy Frvous was commisioned to write
songs for (back in the
early, early days) entitled Heritage Heroes.

Michigan Militia Lyrics By Moxy Fruvous

(All)
I like to keep it in the refrigerator.
(Mike speaking through distortion)
Keeps the powder dry, and the action quicker.
(All)
Let me be your American Gladitor.
(Mike speaking)
Find enclosed an adhesive NRA sticker.
(Mike speaking)
A letter to you from where I've been holed up
in this bucolic, agrarian compound.
One step ahead
(rest)
just ahead
(Mike speaking)
of the government bloodhound.
The gas is off, it's a national showdown.
(All)
Sure wish that I could visit you,
my sweet betrothed.
(Mike speaking)
In a couple of days
we'll all be free,
or we'll be dead.
(Jian)
Happy Birthday, Tricia,
I'm in the Michigan Militia.
Happy Birthday, Tricia,
I'm in the Michigan Militia.
(All)
Fencing off this little piece of heaven.
(Mike speaking)
Cross the line and you're electricuted.
(All)
Polishing up my AK47.
(Mike speaking)
It's a constitutional right, can't be refuted.
(Mike speaking)
Now they've got us on TV,
and making us look stupid.
Shot of me flippin' my lid,
at that mutt reporter,
a classic case of race dilution
(All)
Houston,
(Mike speaking)
What is the problem?
(All)
I'm fighting for you, and a blue-eyed Jesus.
(Mike speaking)
America first,
the rest get the pieces.
(All)
Na Na Na Na.
(All)
Happy Birthday, Tricia,
I'm in the Michigan Militia.
Happy Birthday, Tricia,
I'm in the Michigan Militia.
Fighting for your honor,
like would any Afrikaaner.
Happy Birthday, Tricia,
I'm in the Michigan Militia.
Our love is so strong (?our numbers are strong?), and it won't be long
till I can tell you, Tricia, that we won.
You'll be ecstatic, just like that night
you told me up in the attic.
That was your wish again,
to be back in ?a? purified Michigan
down on...! down on...!
(Mike speaking)
..the farm.
(moog solo)
(Mike speaking)
Well, that's my wish again,
to be back in Michigan.
(All)
Happy Birthday, Tricia,
I'm in the Michigan Militia.
Happy Birthday, Tricia,
(Well, that's my wish again, to be back in Michigan)
I'm in the Michigan Militia.
I hope you like the double barrel,
I think it goes with your apparel.
Happy Birthday, Tricia,
(Well, that's my wish again, to be back in Michigan)
I'm in the Michigan Militia.
(All)
I like to keep it in the refrigerator.
From the Liner:
(Dave-vocals, banjo, wurlitzer, rhodes, moog; Jian-vocals, drunks;
Mike-lead vocal; Murray-vocals, bass; Stephen
Traub-disgruntled adult)

Tory Potion No.9 Lyrics By Moxy Fruvous

They serve it up...we drink it down
They serve it up...we drink it down
Politicians really are the cream of the crop
They work so hard to make injustices stop
Economics, violence, the problems they must solve,
And if they're not in parliament...(what?)...
They're probably playing golf.
Kim Campbell's staking out her leadership turf
But they should never give a mike to a smurf
She represents change 'cause she's not a man, I guess
But I look at her and all I see is...(what?)...
Mulroney in a dress
(it's sexy, I confess)
They gamble with our jobs and then they call it Free Trade
They scrape the GST off every cent you get paid
Their leadership campaign was an expensive parade
We foot the bill, what a thrill, it's a charade
Newspapers print what corporations see fit
Look for dissention and you won't find a bit
We told them last october to reject the status quo
But read a story 'bout the feds...(what?)...
And watch the propaganda flow
Well...Kim Cambell has made her message so clear
Free Trade and helicopters and the cutbacks this year
We can ponder what to do, but the question is moot
'Cause come election time...(what?)...
We're giving them the boot
Say goodbye to Tories...say goodbye to Campbell
Say goodbye to Tories...say goodbye to Brian
Say goodbuy to Tories...say goodbye to Campbell
Say goodbuy to Tories...say goodbye to Brian
GOODBYE!!

Big Fish Lyrics By Moxy Fruvous

(Dave)
As a young boy Michael helped his mother cook,
Down by her apron strings the whole day long.
Knife in hand, her eyes trained on the recipe book
He'd salivate as she sang out this song:
(funny old woman's voice)
Cut the onions, start the dicing.
Listen up Mike, it's the right thing.
Chop the parsnip for a rich dish
In the small pond you'll be a big fish.
In the small pond you'll be a big fish.
(Mike)
When in college our lad made some special friends,
Kept him from subversives and their kind.
Swirled within a world of sports and dividends.
And the song they sang was etched upon his mind:
(All)
Cut the hair off the hippy sleeping.
Listen up Mike, it's the right thing.
Chop the fringes off the freakish.
In the small pond you'll be a big fish.
In the small pond you'll be a big fish.
(Murray)
Thirty-five, a burning drive possessed him
To be the greatest golfer in North Bay.
Sometimes a fear of failure near obsessed him.
But then he'd hear the other golfer's say:
(funny deep voice)
Cut the motion on your back swing.
Listen up Mike, it's the right thing.
Chop the golf ball with a big swish.
In the small pond you'll be a big fish.
In the small pond you'll be a big fish.
(Jian)
Now he's breaking bread with heads of industry.
The captain in the autumn of his years.
He proceeds with Messianical rabidity.
When he echoes mother's words he hears the cheers:
(All)
Cut the welfare, and public housing.
Listen up Mike, it's the right thing.
Chop the health-care, you'll get your wish.
In the small pond you'll be a big fish
Cut the child-care and the schooling.
Listen up Mike, it's the right-wing.
Chop the free-lunch for the poorish.
In the small pond you'll be a big fish.
In the small pond you'll be a big fish.
In the small pond you'll be a big fish.
From the Liner:
1996 - We have a brand new ultra right-wing premier of ontario,
but only fools
would believe that our loving leader actually revels in the pain,
misery, and economic
disparity that comes as a product of his neo-conservative policies. Mike
is
simply doing the 'right thing'.

Stuck In The '90s Lyrics By Moxy Fruvous

Clem had a daydream, a daydream from heaven
Picked up the headline, his country was made up of singers
And no more right-wingers
He wakes up to "Homeless are stupid, welfare is stupid
Private investment, efficiency, cool fiscal plannin'"
Sounds like more Pat Buchanan
Back in his day job this afternoon
Unlikely he'll move down to Cuba soon
Reluctant to find he's stuck in the '90s again
Clem reads of the old days, twenty years goes a long ways
"Challenge the system!" Relating is easy on a demo
Now they'll send it by memo
'Cause there's no need for the peace sign, post-republican "Peace time"
Join the parade, wave the flag, tell the world it's your lackey
Abbie Hoffman was wacky
Riding the bike to his foreign car
Burning his mind in his VCR
Reluctant to find he's stuck in the '90s again
Reluctant to find he's stuck in the '90s again
and he's lots...
don't you know what it's like to be lost?
and older... "tears on his shoulder"
real men are BOLDER!!
Soon I'll be 30, I don't want to be 30
I've got some big plans, Goodwill has some big hands
With each new computer screen, the world tells me I'm more green
Buy a new Game Boy!
For the fun and the fashion... just for the passion
Back in his day job this afternoon
Unlikely he'll move down to Cuba soon
Reluctant to find he's stuck in the '90s again
Reluctant to find he's stuck in the '90s again
White lies, rich guys hoarding a big prize
We've got work to do
Reluctant to find he's stuck in the '90s again

Darlington Darling Lyrics By Moxy Fruvous

Down the line, comin' down the line a V6 Merc in blue
Without the sparks or distributer caps, I'll slap them on as it rides through
8 to 4 on the assembly floor watchin' V6 Mercs slide through
I can drive and she can drive, but this car's made for you
CHORUS: I'd like to buy her one
(where ya gonna get the money son)
I'd like to buy her two
(but you'll never find the right bijou)
I'd like to buy her three
(but you're working in a factory
And I'd like to buy her more
Than this blue collar can afford
Down the line, Chipper down the line's got a cottage up on Scugogg
Last Christmas bash he spent all his cash plyin' Mr. Bewdley with eggnog
He got the raise and from what he says he'll have that love nest paid off soon
I got the keys, but my girlfriend, she's not getting off till Sunday noon
CHORUS
In Darlington lies my darling one - she fills my thoughts each day
Half a mile from the cooling towers, I sure hope that she's okay
CHORUS

The Lazy Boy Lyrics By Moxy Fruvous

I have a life of pleasure
I am suspended in armchair leisure
I put my feet on the ottoman (empire)
Here in a world of turmoil
I have my comfort in control
And the answer's reclining (it's obvious)
CHORUS: Here I sit and here I say (the lazy boy)
"Hello to U.S.A. today!" (the lazy boy)
Dollywood and Billy Ray (the lazy boy)
A place to pass the time away (the lazy boy)
Here I keep tabs on Euro-stocks
I have a stereo that rocks!
And I take calls in the bathtub (it's cellular)
There is a console to my right
With reruns of Charlie's Angels every night
I can't keep track of the blond one (the third one)
CHORUS
At the end of the day it's the chair I trust
The cushion is comfy and the works don't rust
With a straight line of vision to my Elvis bust
Watch the kingdom, eat the bread crust
Fine all the time is the way I feel
Cracking the code of the "Let's make a deal!"
I can change my world 'cause my boy's on wheels
Improve your lifestyle, you must get real!
I was a down and out Canuck
Now I have put my faith in lazy luck
Since they removed all the barriers (49th parallel)
CHORUS