Kelsung Productions

by Rowland
by Brian
by Sean
by Nick
by DJ
by Mike

The Alan Parsons Rejects


Sixteen Tons


Some people say a man is made outta mud
A poor man's made outta muscle and blood
Muscle and blood and skin and bones
A mind that's weak and a back that's strong

You load sixteen tons and what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me cuz I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store

Rowland has been doing a speed-punk version of this since the early 90's

Happy Land


Now my brothers and my sisters I don't mean to make a scene
But I lost my action figures and it make me want to scream
Greedo, Chewbacca, Lea, Luke and Han
3PO, Yoda, Boba Fett and Obi-Wan
Green Machine, Suckerman, Silly Putty, Lincoln Logs
Sitting in my Underoos reading Christmas catalogs
What happened to my action man and all?
What happened to them all?

When I was a little man
Playdough came in a little can
I was Star Wars biggest fan
Now I'm stuck without a plan
G.I. Joe was an action man
Shaggy drove the mystery van
Bon Jovi was my favorite band
Take me back to my happy land

Brian rapping a ska song Primus style over some weird jam we just started doing one day

Fat Little Man

Fat little man's got no time
Fat little man's got no girl
Fat little man, he's got a gun
And the fat little man, he knows how to use it
The fat little man is insane
The fat little man's inside of my brain
The fat little man is cruel
He don't take no crap

And he says gimme a break, it's all a mistake
Get in my way and I'll bash in your face
You know the truth, you know I'm a sinner
But gimme a ticket, boy, and I'll make you a winner
He says gimme a ticket, boy, I'll make you a winner

How can I put up a fight
When all of my dreams turn dark in the night
Where, where can I go
Now that all of my fields are covered in snow
There was a place I used to run and hide
From the man, but now it's gone away
They covered it in with cement
Fat little man don't have friends
Fat little man watches TV
Fat little man sits at the corner bar
And he drinks and he drinks and he drinks and he drinks
The fat little man's in my head
The fat little man says he wishes me dead
The fat little man says if he gets a chance
He'll kick a hole right outta my head

He says gimme a whiskey, my head really aches
Make it a double, I'm gettin' the shakes
Gimme my boots so I can kick in your head
Keep your anger inside and I'll keep well fed
Keep your anger inside and I'll keep well fed

Stolen from two guys who don't want it back


Do you think that they'll drop the bomb
Do you think that they'll like this song
Even though I sing it wrong

The music of Danzig with the lyrics of Pink Floyd

"Cageless Avarian"

If you get it, this is hysterical, if not, it's very stupid; either way, you won't know till you hear us do it live