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Smash Mouth - Teenage Dirtbags 2 - Walkin' on the Sun
Teenage Dirtbags 2
Disc 1
01. What’s My Age Again?
02. Fat Lip
03. The Ballad of Chasey Lain
04. Movies
05. 1985
06. Feel Good Hit of the Summer
07. Island in the Sun
08. Here It Goes Again
09. Mrs. Robinson
10. Summer Girls
11. Phoebe Cates
12. Best of Me
13. 99 Red Balloons
14. Calling All Skeletons
15. Head On Collision
16. Down
17. When Your Heart Stops Beating
18. Epic
19. Buck Rogers
20. Are You Gonna Be My Girl
Disc 2
01. Lifestyles of the Rich & Famous
02. Sugar, We’re Goin Down
03. The Ballad of Mona Lisa
04. Streetcar
05. Personal Jesus
06. Blurry (radio edit)
07. Walkin' on the Sun
08. Only One
09. The Taste of Ink
10. Welcome to My Life
11. Get Free
12. Comin’ In Hot
13. Underdog
14. MakeDamnSure
15. She Is Beautiful
16. Rusted From the Rain
17. Out of Control
18. Hero of War
19. Scars
20. Higher Ground
21. Teenage Dirtbag
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With her tears because her baby's life has been revoked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