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Smash Mouth - Ultimate Sk8er Rock - Walkin’ on the Sun
Ultimate Sk8er Rock
Disc 1
01. I Miss You
02. Stacy’s Mom
03. Don’t Tell Me
04. In the Shadows
05. She Loves Me Not
06. Got Some Teeth
07. Trouble
08. Smooth Criminal
09. United States of Whatever
10. Get Over It
11. Nothin’
12. When the Shit Goes Down
13. Punk Rock 101
14. Redefined
15. Molly’s Chambers
16. My Own Worst Enemy
17. Diamonds and Guns
18. Blurry
19. Walkin’ on the Sun
20. It’s Like That
Disc 2
01. The Anthem
02. Rock Star
03. Breathe
04. Come Back Around
05. X Gon’ Give It to Ya
06. Solitary Man
07. Promises, Promises
08. Starlite
09. The New Year
10. Club Foot
11. Harder to Breathe
12. My Friends Over You
13. Sic transit gloria… Glory Fades
14. As Always
15. American Bad Ass
16. All in My Head
17. Who’s David
18. The Ballad of Chasey Lain
19. Nuthin’ but a G Thang
20. Island in the Sun
It ain't no joke, I'd like to buy the world a toke
And teach the world to sing in perfect harmony
And teach the world to snuff the fires and the liars
Hey, I know it's just a song, but it's spice for the recipe
This is a love attack, I know it went out, but it's back
It's just like any fad, it retracts before impact
And just like fashion it's a passion for the with-it and hip
If you got the goods, they'll come and buy it
Just to stay in the clique

So don't delay, act now, supplies are running out
Allow if you're still alive, six to eight years to arrive
And if you follow there may be a tomorrow
But if the offer's shunned
You might as well be walking on the Sun

Twenty-five years ago, they spoke out and they broke out
Of recession and oppression and together they toked
And they folked out with guitars around a bonfire
Just singin' and clappin', man, what the hell happened?
Then some were spellbound, some were hellbound
Some, they fell down and some got back up
And fought back against the meltdown
And their kids were hippie chicks, all hypocrites
Because fashion is smashing the true meaning of it

So don't delay, act now, supplies are running out
Allow if you're still alive, six to eight years to arrive
And if you follow, there may be a tomorrow
But if the offer's shunned
You might as well be walking on the sun

It ain't no joke when a mama's handkerchief is soaked
With her tears because her baby's life has been revoked
The bond is broke up, so choke up and focus on the close up
Mr. Wizard can't perform no god-like hocus-pocus
So don't sit back, kick back and watch the world get bushwhacked
News at ten, your neighborhood is under attack
Put away the crack before the crack puts you away
You need to be there when your baby's old enough to relate

So don't delay, act now, supplies are running out
Allow if you're still alive, six to eight years to arrive
And if you follow, there may be a tomorrow
But if the offer's shunned
You might as well be walking on the sun

You might as well be walking on the sun
You might as well be walking on the sun
You might as well be walking on the sun
You might as well be walking on the sun