More funny than George Bush's speeches, Paris Hilton's screwed-up opinion of herself, or anything about Michael Jackson. And bouncy. More bouncy than a kangaroo and a rabbit doing kung-fu on a trampoline with pogo sticks.

13 MP3 Songs
ROCK: Punk, HIP HOP/RAP: White-Boy Rap



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To watch the Cheesy Intro music video please click




The Ultra Cheesy Flubbed Up Nuclear Cheesballs were originally formed as a three-piece in Bosnia and Herzegovina in October 2005, comprising Bob Tofu, Yoshi Kata, and Mari Herring. They sucked at singing, and decided to move to Alaska the following month in hopes of recruiting a polar bear as a lead vocalist, guitarist, and bloodthirsty bodyguard. Instead of a polar bear, however, they found PJ Spackle, who has just fallen throung a wormhole in the fabric of spacetime and couldn't remember anything of his previous life. He joined the band, and provided creative genius, guitar skills, and a voice that didn't sound like a small animal being cut apart by a chainsaw. The band swiftly began recording songs, and, after fending off numerous rabid seagulls with their instruments in the process of recording, released Music Of The Gods: The Complete Dance Trilogy in August 2006.

Because CD Baby Didn't Give Us Enough Room For Our Entire Song Titles, We Are Writing Them Here!

1. Cheesy Intro (Sponsored By The Dairy Farmer's Association Of America)
2. Hunting The Night Banana
3.Look At All The Pretty Flowers
4. Large Pink Elephants (Live In Alcatraz, The Dump, Mars, The Whitehouse Or Any Other Place In This Flubbed Up Universe You Can Effing Think Of)
5. The Very Strange Story Of A Sumo Wrestler Who Became A Gangster In The Castle Of An Ugly Princess And A Prince Who Liked To Smoke And DJ Trapped In A Coal Mine Filled With Atomic Radiation And Hydrogen, With Hint Of Gasoline And Flowers
6. The Very Loud Political Punk Rock Song...Type...Thing
7. George And Condi's Love Song
8. Cows Go Moo (Featuring Jesus, Elvis, Your Mom, Your Grandma, Your Great Uncle's Ex-Boyfriend's Pet Weasel, Dick Cheney, Napoleon Bonaparte, And The God Of The Tiki Tribe In The North Pole)
9. BUSH SUCKZ (A Song In Which For A Minute We Actually Become Slightly Serious)
10. Yo! (The 1 Word Song)
11. Becoming The Emo Boy
12. Meditation In Vermont
13. Moov Yo Body 2 Da Moosic (OK?)

THE BAND MEMBERS:
PJ Spackle-Main Vocals, Guitar, Samplers
Mari Herring-Keyboards, Backing Vocals
Yoshi Kata-Electric Bass
Bob Tofu-Drums, Turntables

The Lyrics!

Cheesy Intro (Sponsered By The Dairy Farmer's Association Of America):

Eat some cheese. Yo yo you got to eat your cheese please 'cause cheese comes from a cow you know how. It comes out of the milk glands which you gotta milk with your hands which is hard work, so don't be a jerk and drink your milk and eat your cheese please. Yah

Hunting The Night Banana:

Hunting the night banana. The only thing I can think of that rhymes with banana are names like Hannah, or Joanna, Oh and Joe Montana. Places like Havana, or Japana, or Canaâ¦da. K I got this. Hunting the night banana you must go to Havana or Japana, and find a guide named Joanna, and get money from Joe Montana. Hunting the night banana, through the jungles of Borneo, marching through the trees and searching high and searching low. They looked all over the jungle for about a month or two, pretty soon they all started to smell like doggy doo. Still they staggered on almost ready to give in till they saw a cave and lots of old banana skins. âHalt!â said their leader, for he had heard a sound, cause lots of winged bananas were flying high above the ground. The leader looked at the cave now and then said with a grin âthe dreaded night banana must reside withinâ. They whispered to each other 100 fearless men then they walked into the cave and they were never seen again! AAA!

Look At All The Pretty Flowers:

Look at all the pretty flowers. Oh aren't they beautiful. It's a nice sunny spring day. Look I see a rainbow. Butterflies are beautiful. I love bunnies! I see a birdie outside my window. All the rabbits are eating grass. I Love Skipping through the flowers. And I love kicking A... What mommy me and my friends are just making moosic. Oh I just came to tell you that your tutu is back from the dry-cleaner. Get anymore blood on it and i'll ground you for a month! OK mommy. ...ss thank you.


Large Pink Elephants (Live In Alcatraz, The Dump, Mars, The Whitehouse Or Any Other Place In This Flubbed Up Universe You Can Effing Think Of):

Hello ladies and uh ladies. First I have to tell you that you look like large greasy fried bananas. You smell like them too yah losers. Are you ready? Oh who cares lets go. This is a song about large pink elephants. Weâre going to count down from 3 ready? 3 2 1 0 -1 ok just kidding. 1 2 3 4! Oh wait a minute I canât remember the lyrics uh. I canât remember the lyrics to this song. Lah lah lah lah losers. Oh ok my guitarist just gave me the lyric sheets so I can just read them off here ok? What? What is it? What? Whatâs wrong? Wuh wuh? I have the lyrics here ok. Wuh? Lets do this thing. If youâre going to do it just hurry up and do it. I thought we were going to play at Madison Square. Not this junkyard we call uh⦠Alcatraz. Oops. Large pink elephant! LARGE⦠PINK⦠EL⦠EHâ¦â¦ PHANT! Twinkle twinkle little elephant. How I wonder why you smell. Up above the ground so high. Like a uh bigthinginthesky. Twinkle twinkle little elephant. How I wonder why you smell. Wait! Donât look behind you thereâs a oh shoot shoot I messed up sorry wait let me do it again. Oh isnât that sweet a soundscape of boos. K ready? Iâm going to try this again right this is the real thing. K? Wait! Donât look behind you thereâs an elephant back there in the shadows. He is waiting for you. He is waiting to kill. Shut that stupid thing up itâs my turn get off! Yo yo my name is Joe I live in the valley with Mario. His head falls off I donât really care. Cause I found his underwear. Come to think of it he was wearing whity tidies. Yeah. Large Pink Elephants. Going to kill you. Your all going to die! Thank you. Thank you very much. Oh how cute. Are they clapping at me? No stupid theyâre clapping at us.

The Very Strange Story Of A Sumo Wrestler Who Became A Gangster In The Castle Of An Ugly Princess And A Prince Who Liked To Smoke And DJ Trapped In A Coal Mine Filled With Atomic Radiation And Hydrogen, With Hint Of Gasoline And Flowers:

La la la, I see penguins punching the president. La la la they just punched him in the face. La la la this song is very violent Iâm sorry if you object to that kind of thing. But itâs just the president is an idiot yah. Hello homies. Iâm going to rap a little bit now. But the problem is I canât rap so all Iâm going to do is clap like this. Uh huh. You look like a grandma. Youâre so old. But that means youâre a little bit bold. Youâre fat uh huh youâre fat uh hu youâre skinny wait a minute thatâs not rap. So now Iâm going to take this fish and shove it up your *Ompa Loompa* and now itâs all like that you know I like it like that now I like it like that. Uh huh uh huh uh huh uh hu. Yo yo I canât rap so Iâm just going to rap yo with yo yo yo. Yo Iâm a psychotic penguin. Iâm an aquatic penguin. Iâm a psychotic penguin, psychotic penguin aquatic penguin psychotic penguin, penguin time yah! Hello people this is a lunch break right here. Todayâs your happy hour. From 9-10 till you are dead and thatâs why we celebrate. This song is called the very strange story of a sumo wrestle who became a gangster in the castle of an ugly princess with a prince who liked to smoke and DJ trapped in a coal mine filled with atomic radiation and hydrogen with a hint of gasoline fumes and a couple flowers. I think they were pansies. Thatâs why I like to come on, come on, come on, come on, come on. Put your hands in the air. Yo yo Iâm saying yo again so yo yo yah yo yo yo yo yo. BING I just got shot in the head. Dead dead ladies Iâm dead dead yah. Iâm getting really mad so I think Iâm going to clap too. Wazzup homies my name is Robough. Some people you donât know of me do you. There is always someone walking into the carpet into the bank account thatâs why we steal all your money and your grands because YOU SUCK GRANDMA! Yo Iâm a sumo wrestler yo Iâm going to fly because I canât walk that far cause Iâm fat. Iâm going to fall down the stairs yah. Breakidown my names Reeky Iâm yah Iâm Reeky alright. Thatâs bagdabag my llama yah uh alright thatâs why Iâm cooler than you. Donât fight donât kill yourself in some epic battle and youâll lose your honor and now you will die and now you will die and now you died. And the chances of retreat are about 0 when youâre walking down the street and no one knows who you are while everyone died just right there on that concrete with the atomic radiation fumes with that stupid princess thatâs trapped in a coal mine with all that and the hydrogen and the gas fumes and the flowers. Want a cigar?

The Very Loud Political Punk Rock Song... Type...Thing:

*BEEP* The Government! The Government Sucks!

George And Condiâs Love Song:

I nuked a country just to get oil for you. I killed insurgents, terrorists and Americans too. I got a lot of nuclear weapons just for you. Oh Condi I love you. Oh Georgy donât let Laura see, when I kiss you and you kiss me. Donât let her know when we get all drunk and Iâll buy some more shoes when the hurricane comes. Oh Condi I want you so bad. But when youâre next to me it drives me it drives me mad. Oh Condi these reporters drive me insane, because they wonât let us go to my house and snuff cocaine. Oh Condi it makes me radical, but when you smile at me it looks like Dracula. Oh Georgy I know that your dad likes Mr. Clinton better than you, but it makes me be all pissed off when he laughs and snorts at you. Ha ha ha ha ha yo son youâre such a retarded, idiotic, snotty, old lazy bum, but I really got to hand it to you, your face looks like a cow that landed in *BEEP*. Oh Georgy lets go run away to a place where we can make and snort crack all day. Oh Condi that sounds like so much fun. We can go and do that right after this sucky *BEEP*ân term is done. Oh Georgy/Condi I love you so much. *COUGH COUGH*. Mr. President, Mr. President are you all right?! What do you know I miss-underestimated the power of pretzels again. Pretzels must worship that *BEEP*ân Satan.

Cows Go Moo (Featuring Jesus, Elvis, Your Mom, Your Grandma, Your Great Uncle's Ex-Boyfriend's Pet Weasel, Dick Cheney, Napoleon Bonaparte, And The God Of The Tiki Tribe In The North Pole):

Cows go moo fu. What the moo moo are you thinking. Cows go moo fu Jesus and Elvis. Cows go moo fu. Try those slippers on theyâre pink. Cows go moo fu. Your mama your grandma. Cows go moo fu. Your great uncleâs ex-boyfriendâs pet weasel. Cows go moo fu. Dick Cheney. Cows go moo fu. Someone. Cows go moo fu. Itâs Napoleon Bonaparte. Cows go moo fu. The god of the tiki tribe in the north pole go moo fu. Yah. I am a cow you are a cow we are all cows yeah. UH! Cows go moo fu. What the⦠Uh oh. Cows go moo fu. Yah I like cows. Cows go moo fu. This is a broadcast from moo moo farm. Cows go moo fu. Cows taste like chicken. Cows go moo. Cows go moo oo oo oo. Cows go moo. Cows go moo ooaaahhhhccc. Ooo cows go moo. Ooo cows go moo. I was sitting on the barn last night at 12 when I saw your face and almost fainted and died so now get out of my life youâre hideous just like someone I know, just like you. Cows go moo excepts when they fart then they go pfffttt. Cows go moo yah go Jesus. Iâm Jesus and itâs not nice to kill people especially in Jerusalem cause itâs very mean. Cows go moo yah go Elvis. You aint nothing but a hound dog. Cows go moo yah Your mom. Iâm very stupid you know and hideous. Cows go moo yah your grandma. What I canât hear you Iâm so deaf. Cows go moo yah Earl the weasel. Iâm Earl the weasel and I belong to your great uncleâs ex-boyfriend. Cows go moo yah Dick Cheney. I have brains but bush doesnât have any. Cows go moo yah Napoleon Bonaparte. I shall take over France for you. Cows go moo yah the god of the tiki tribe in the north pole. Well, you stupid there is no tiki tribe in the north pole. Cows go moo. Cows go moo fu.

BUSH SUCKZ (A Song In Which For A Minute We Actually Become Slightly Serious):

Bush sucks and we've had enough! He's a crack addict. His decisions are erratic. He'd always rather be firing an automatic. His mind's sick. He's a lunatic. Plotting World domination with Condi and Dick. Bush sucks and we've had enough!

Yo! (The One Word Song):

YO!

Becoming The Emo Boy:

Iâm so sad Iâm becoming an emo boy. Iâm so sad Iâm singing a sad song. Iâm so sad Iâm becoming an emo. Because the clothes are so comfortable. I donât think I can get on with my new emo life. But isnât emo all about resorting to the knife? How long will this emo thing go on, who knows. I just got into it for the comfy clothes. Iâm so sad Iâm becoming an emo boy. Iâm so sad Iâm cutting my wrists open. Iâm so sad Iâm becoming an emo boy. Because the musicâs so beautiful. EMO CLOTHES ARE COMFORTABLE!

Meditation In Vermont:

(No real lyrics just sounds) Hum... Haum... Num... VERMONT!

Moov Yo Body 2 Da Moosic (OK?):

Do you hear the music? Ok. Do you like the music? Ok. Now, can you move your body to the music? Ok move your body to the music. Nice and slow and sexy ok. Ok you move your body to the music ok. Ok. I like that word in English ok. Ok? You can use anytime ok? I like the word ok because you can say ok whenever you donât know what to say. You can just say ok. Ok? Ok. Ok. Ok. Now letâs dance. Ok, ok we dance, dance, dance, dance, dance. Ok? Ok. Move your body to the music now. Ok? Ok. Ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok. Ok. Ok. Ok. K(scratched) (Cool 1 minute 10 second synthesizer solo) Ok Iâm back ok (boos) I just had to use the bathroom for a little bit ok. (Mutters something) It donât smell too good in there. Ok? Ok. You still moving your body to the music. Okhey you! You down there! Move your body to the music. And you move your body to the music nice and sexy. Thatâs not sexy, thatâs disgusting! You want to move your body to the music nice and sexy. And you, youâre too fat, get out of here! Youâre too fat and disgusting not sexy. Nothing to do with sexy. Ok? Ok. Ok we good? Ok now we can dance some more. Dance to the music ok? Ok? Okayaya. Okayayayaya. Ok. Ok. Ok I like the music. Ok. Ok. Ok. Now you all dance. Ok. Ok Ok. Okhey, whoâs that, whoâs that, whoâs that? ITâS THE FAT GUYS BACK AGAIN OK?! Ok I donât want that fat guy heâs too fat ok? Heâs not that good ok? He looks fat and disgusting ok? So throw him out of here ok? No donât throw me out ok Iâm ok ok? Iâm the DJ ok? Ok I am good ok? Ok donât throw me out donât throw me out no no no not ok. Not ok. (Record scratch)