Acapulco

by Cribshitter

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credits

released October 10, 2015

Cribshitter is:
Diaper Daniels - vocals, guitars, keys, stuff
Don Rubbish - bass, vocals
Danika Dutchcap - vocals, keys, tuba
The Fucking Lion - drums
Count Bassy - bass
El Ese - guitar, vocals

With help from:
Rusty Cottonmouth - Pedal steel
Nathan Tredinnick - Sax attack
Monica Martin - Vocals on "Jellyshoes"
Michele Good - Voiceovers

Recorded by Klobba Traxx at The Orthenson Ranch except:
"Where You Going With That Hard-on", "Crazy Boobies II", "Cocaine", "Still Kick Chad's Head" recorded/mixed by Dustin Sisson at Blast House.
All songs mastered by Dustin Sisson at Blast House

All songs by Cribshitter - Copyright 2015 Medicated G Records
except:
"Mou Pei Na" by Sinn Sisamouth
"Cocaine" by J.J. Cale
"Bessie Goes Blonde II" is the sequel to "Bessie Goes Blonde" by Sat. Nite Duets.

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Cribshitter Madison, Wisconsin

We're a band from America. What do we sound like? Smack a snake in its head with a wooden spoon while it is eating garbage. That is what we sound like.

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Track Name: Acapulco
Bikini bottoms with salted rims, margaritas, Maui Jims
Superiors to quench your thirst, pack it in tight Greedo shot first
Crystal beaches, Zinka noses. Party people, tequila hoses
Julia Roberts and Dick Gere bought a bar just north of here.
BRING YOUR EPILADYS
I got a fanny pack full of pesos
It buys me a lot of besos and queso.
Acapulco Acapulco
2,000 miles away in Mexico
Acapulco Acapulco Acapulco Acapulco Acapulco Acapulco
Acapulco Acapulco Acapulco Acapulco Acapulco Acapulco
En Mexico

(El Ese)
This is the Ese introduction, including thesis discussion
So homeboy respect the intellect, it's never been suspect
Some say when he gets busy thinkin'
He turns into a Mexican Abraham Lincoln
Self-taught, self-bought
And when he's lacing up the high tops
He's known to keep the strings taut.
And when he's chillin a the club
He morphs into the Loteria El Valiente wouldn't wanna be ya
Your musical Sensei, karate-chopping motherfuckers in their jugulars
So if you're stepping to me you best check yourself, B
The gun case probably has a Gibson SG
Or Telecaster, ghetto blaster
My Kitchen-Aid gots the Pancake Mix-Master
And sometimes known as the Oedipus Tex
Mex, Rex, Lex Luger
Flicking Superman with a Kryptonite booger.

Acapulco Acapulco Acapulco Acapulco Acapulco Acapulco
Acapulco Acapulco Acapulco Acapulco Acapulco Acapulco
Track Name: Sunshine
Cinnamon banana, yeah we’re coconut fanatics, yeah
We’re kickin like Gramatica, don’t you feed the animal
It’s a bear attack, blast you out your seat with
Your hair blown back, Maxell cassette in a moldy fishing net
You know you made my day, you’re the freshest catch yet,
Underwater Mona Lisa, ya I wanna meet ya, have a margarita
Sky so blue you gonna wanna make it last, you wanna
Grab those memories and you put em on beta max
Read all about it, gross domestic product, watermelon, little lemons, heaven, and snow
Thicker than blood, chateaus, and gold
Right or wrong, you know I love ya, got my heart on a wheel barrow
We can fly to paradise on Cupid's arrow
Twenty toes underneath the sand
You know who did it, remember me, yeah I’m the man,
Sunshine

Hi, how are you, how ya doin, que pasa?
Wanna split lunch I got some leftover cold pasta,
We can liven it up with a little bit of salsa
Home run, wave runner, cocoa butter, yeah
Picnic on the beach with you and your mother,
Shop at the bakery, purchase all the pasteries
What’s all this sugar gonna do to me, diabetes?
Chicken sandwiches in a brown paper bag red and white checkered tablecloth some lemonade,
I put a dookie on your doorstep, let it sit a minute

Maximilian, he made a million, he moved to manila
And he fed all the children
A whole lot better than Cortez The Killer,
Well the man was a sinner, bona fide bell ringer,
Conquistador, knockin at your villa door, eh, can he borrow your boat?
Then the Whole world just wrote him a note, it said
– don’t you mind those Mayans just leave them alone.
You let ’em live a happy life, happy night drunk on bud lime, preserve the bloodline,
Proud people praying to the true god; sunshine

Hanna-Barbera, state of Guerrero,
Don’t touch me get burned you need that jumbo aloe vera.
Come on we can in the shower in the parlor we don’t really need the water
Get the ice at the liquor store. What, you never partied with a dinosaur before?
Diplodocus, hand him the maracas,
Put another a cut of a red meat on the BBQ, we can
Rock out by the light of the ruddy moon, yeah
Jurassic band with a bad attitude, let’s lighten the mood,
We’re here to win, we never lose.
So make some room for the herbivore, look’em on the dance floor,
Robotic reptile or bird from long before the
Civil war, quoth the raven, nevermore. Sunshine.

Yeah, sittin by the fire, then we all got tired,\
It was time to retire. laid back, sittin’ on the beach,
Hammock blowing in the breeze, setting was tropical,
Conversation philosophical,looking up at the stars
Pondering all that is impossible
I said whatya think about going extinct, takin’ a little trip
And then you join missing link,
And then there was a rumble and a flash across the sky,
Covered our eyes, prepared for our demise
Comet hit the earth, now they’re all dead.
Heard them as they were dying and this what they said: Sunshine
Track Name: Haze
I’ve been living in a haze, in a haze all my life
Then you came and you came and you came it’s alright
You’re the air, you’re the air, you’re the air in my lungs
You’re the blood, you’re the blood, you’re the blood on my tongue

Sandy footprints end at the shoreline
Salt, sweat, empty glass rimmed with a lime
Mexico you stole my soul for the last time
Mexico you stole my soul for the last time
Track Name: Helium
Gone and find some shady cover,
I got it, burn elixir
Fly that banner, greener pasture, light of the sun
Yeah we let the light in
You can let it grow, yeah, well in the garden
Feast on beets and carrots like a healthy rabbit
Eroded, flower bed, what wasn’t said
You gotta yell louder, WMXO radio
We can put it on the front lawn
Before we burn this house down
Before we burn the house down
Before we burn the house down
We don’t live here anymore
Put the chains across the door
Before we burn the house down
Before we burn the house down
Track Name: Fantasy Factory
There’s a Fantasy Factory in my town. (Fantasy Factory)
Soon there’ll be Fantasy Factory all around.
There’s a smell in the air. It’s an open door.
My child is K-5. My beer K4.

(chorus)
You can’t supply enough.
You can’t supply enough.
Distribution has been tough.

There’s a Fantasy Factory in my mouth. (Open up and say aaaaah!)
The kitty with the pistol leaves little doubt.
It’s a highway to heaven Michael Landon knows.
I’ll be sitting in the clouds writing semi-prose.

You can’t supply enough.
You can’t supply enough.
Distribution has been tough.

There’s a Fantasy Factory in my town.
Track Name: Still Kick Chad's Head
Kick Chad's head.
Kick Chad's head.
Kick Chad's head.
Kick Chad's head.
Track Name: Dolphin Supernova
The time we drank the water, Acapulco pulls you under
the time we drank the water, Acapulco pulls you under
Late nights, Mexican bar dice, Acapulco city life

All around you, dolphins swimming over
All around you, dolphin supernova

Had alotta, ensalada, Acapulco you get the best of me
Eat right, pack light, don’t sink in paradise
late November, pull the lever, Acapulco always delivers
Ride that wave like a stone
Riptide

All around you, dolphins swimming over
All around you, dolphin supernova
All around you, dolphins swimming over
All around you, dolphin supernova

Float the letter, to the islands, Acapulco like no other, yeah
The time we drank the water, Acapulco pulls you under