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Ween - Live at Stubb’s 7/2000 - Marble Tulip Juicy Tree
Live at Stubb’s 7/2000
Disc 1
01. Buckingham Green
02. Spinal Meningitis (Got Me Down)
03. The Stallion, Part 3
04. Bananas and Blow
05. Waving My Dick in the Wind
06. Mister Richard Smoker
07. Fat Lenny
08. Even If You Don’t
09. Voodoo Lady
10. The HIV Song
11. Marble Tulip Juicy Tree
12. Back to Basom
13. Captain Fantasy
14. Sketches of Winkle
15. Mister, Would You Please Help My Pony?
16. Ocean Man
Disc 2
01. Exactly Where I’m At
02. Booze Me Up and Get Me High
03. Stroker Ace
04. A Tear for Eddie
05. Big Jilm
06. Little Birdy
07. Squelch the Weasel
08. Sorry Charlie
09. Wayne’s Pet Youngin’
10. Hot for Teacher
11. Ice Castles
12. She Wanted to Leave
13. Put the Coke on My Dick
14. Homo Rainbow
Disc 3
01. L.M.L.Y.P.
I don't know who you are
Don't know who you want to be
When I carbonate the test tube
Then you won't see me

I've got a twin cab diesel combo
It takes me where I want to go
And all the nuphies are happy
They know of the fungus that grow

So when you see Hoecke's mind screw
Don't come running to me
'Cause I will scream and set aflame
Marble tulip juicy tree

Marble tulip juicy tree
It's where I want to be
When I gnaw on the tulip
It'll wish that it was me

Every morning I put my shoes on
And I think about she
Who controls the four seasons
Inhaling kitties in the sea

It's like a noodle in a salad
Little birdy wants to be set free
I drill the corpse lobe with my mommy
Marble tulip juicy tree

So this song's about the loving things
That you are to me
Just stay away from my adenoids
Marble tulip juicy tree

Marble tulip juicy tree
It's where I want to be
When I gnaw on the tulip
It'll wish that it was me

Look now, the world, the world in my hands
We'll see it relish in the span by knowing tranced
In between ever-laughing scream of the tortured and begged moose
So easy to get lost in the buttocks of lads
Your blood is the sluiced down night's corpse
And see the outright size to make it to thyself
In which I'm fully locked off and safe
And it's going to rain and lies spread to the land
To avoid it you masturbate the philosophers
The dawn of the first flight rings an idea
Beaconing back, by illusions of things you touch
Tired of missing beauty and life and such
Balance is for men who learn to know