DESCRIPTION:
Available direct from ella USA in mp3, FLAC or Apple Lossless formats at Bandcamp » http://williewisely.bandcamp.com/track/happy-b-day-j-c-holiday-single » Also available at iTunes, Amazon, Spotify and more.

TRACK LIST ::
01. My F**king Space
02. Good Luck With That
03. Dorm Daddy
04. Look At Me
05. Another Great Day For Drugs
06. Air Down There, The
07. Murder Ballad #35
08. Petrified Forest
09. The Darkest Day of the Year
10. Fountain Of Youth
11. Sad Little Angel Clown (Who That Cried)
12. Dip Your Cock In Vodka
13. I'm In Hell
14. Hey Willie Can You Polish This Turd?

CREDITS ::
Andy Dick: lead vocal
Willie Wisely: backing vocals, horn arrangement, synthesizer, bass, tamborine
Shmushkin: acoustic guitar, lead vocal (not used), backing vocal
Mike Ruekberg: backing vocals
Tim Walsh: electric guitar
Petur Smith: drums
JT bates: drums (not used)
Michael Stever: trumpet
Ryan Perez-Daple: alto & tenor saxophone, claps
Engineer: Willie Wisely, Ryan Perez-Daple & Michael Stever
Executive Producer: Andras Jones
Written by Andy Dick, Andras Jones, & Willie Wisely
Cover Art by Japa
© & ℗ 2009.Ella Records

LYRICS ::
I am poking windmills like a drunk conquistador
Whose this nice caucasian dragging my ass oput the door
My auto’s at full throttle leaving Barney’s Beanery
Ignored instructions on the bottle ‘bout heavy machinery
I’ve got a reputation for being uncouth
But my final destination will be the fountain of youth

Once I knew a grip he died from eating pigs
Should’ve stayed a hippie sucking bark and twigs
So jog your little hearst out do yoga till you drop
Ask your guru for a hand out, he’ll take your lollipop
If she could take the pain away she would wave hert wand and poof
Edna St. Vincent Malay drowning in the fountain of youth

Looking at your face should I stay or should I go
You’re staring off in space how the hell am i to know
I’ve lost all my grace I can’t fight your undertow
Here I go

Crush a thousand ants to fill a drop or bottle full
Now there’s fire in my pants to heat up my testicles
All the signs are pointing to that box covered in dirt
You can live forever but you know it’s going to hurt
When they made the pudding they forgot to add the proof
That’s why we really shouldn’t be looking for the fountain of youth

The fountain of youth
The fountain of youth
The fountain of youth
The fountain of youth