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Smash Mouth - Indie 2000, Volume 3 - Walkin' on the Sun
Indie 2000, Volume 3
Disc 1
01. Josie (Everything's Gonna Be Alright)
02. Fight for Your Right (To Party)
03. It's Tricky (Jason's Slo-Pocus Radio mix)
04. Walkin' on the Sun
05. Touch, Peel & Stand
06. Breathe
07. Smack My Bitch Up (edit)
08. Brimful of Asha
09. Not the Sunscreen Song
10. One Headlight
11. Criminal (radio edit)
12. Change in Me
13. All for You
14. Bleed
15. Shake Hands With Beef
16. Wash it Away
17. 100% Jesus
18. Ready or Not (radio edit)
Disc 2
01. Just Ace
02. Mum Changed the Locks
03. Got Sold on Heaven
04. She Riff
05. Jimmy Rogers
06. Roll Credit
07. Music is Crap
08. You Sound Like Louis Burdett
09. Sirena
10. Smokin' Johnny Cash
11. Suspicion Bells
12. Letter Never Sent
13. Hi C's
14. It's Not Real
15. Red Light Disco
16. Lightning Crashes
17. Jump Around
18. You Are What You Is
19. Get Higher
20. Busy Child (radio edit)
21. I'm a Disco Dancer
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With her tears because her baby's life has been revoked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