As I remember it, it starts off in a pretty cluttered park, with papers and stuff lying around. There was some type of harpsichord music in the background. Then the janitor comes on with a wastebasket, and also one of those sticks with a nail at the end. Sets the wastebasket down. Looks at the park, picks up a paper with the stick, and tosses the paper in the trash. He comes up and looks at the camera, with a sort of grin on his face, then points his index finger as if to say “Just a second,” turns around, picks up some more trash, and tosses that in. He repeats the actions, with looking at the camera and picking up the trash, until he gets all the trash picked up. Then, looking pleased with himself, he takes off, and that part’s over.

After they show another skit (insert your favorite letter/number skit here,) they come back to the park, with different harpsichord music. An old man comes up with a newspaper, sits on the edge of the wastebasket, looks at the paper for a few seconds, then balls it up and tosses it on the ground, and walks off. There’s a closeup of the paper. Then, the music changes to a faster-pace tune, and the little girl runs up. She sees the paper, there’s another closeup of it, then a closeup of her, she sticks out her tongue, you hear someone say “Yeech!” She picks up the paper, tosses it in the trash basket, then runs off. The music ends, and she repeats “Yeech!” And then the skit’s over.

She tears the hole of even wider
Its all the darkness up inside her
Holy old yeah
Your mine your everything is mine
With or without a doubt
Where the fuck were you when my lights went out
Yah you don’t want to look at it
Nah hey….whoa
Yah you don’t want to look at it
Wow
With or without a doubt
C’mon and let me out
Yah where the fuck were you when my lights went out…whoa
Yah you don’t want to look at it
Nah hey…whoa whoa
Yah you don’t want to look at me
C’mon let me out c’mon and let me out
Yah tie a soul to you when your life goes down
Time flies when you’re falling down
I spread my right all over this town
And everyone of you looks the same
And everyone of you feels the same

I love to waltz with a man in a dark linen suit
All alone — at a party with someone I knew
From a time gone by — turned to stone


You could be Garbo or even Marlene
You could be Marilyn…
Or you could forget


I play the part but then all of us do
And I do it so well as I do it to you
In this town full of strangers
In this town full of fools


Venus doesn’t glitter when she stands next to you
When you’re waltzing through stardom
You miss what you lose


Lose yourself in a silvery dress
For you think you must do what you feel you do best
And you musn’t give it up for you’re still but a guest


You could be Garbo or even Marlene…
Or you could forget

the direction of the eye
so misleading
the defection of the soul
nausously quick
i don’t question
our existence
i just question
our modern needs
i will walk…with my hands bound
i will walk…with my face blood
i will walk…with my shadow flag
into your garden
garden of stone
after all is done
we’re still alone
i won’t be taken
yet i’ll go…
i will walk…with my hands bound
i will walk…with my face blood
i will walk…with my shadow flag
into your garden
garden of stone
i don’t show…
i don’t share…
i don’t need
what you have to give…

Purified sounds brush ’em on like paint
Teenage dream to work with Ron Saint
Home he ain’t, we layin’ tracks in Cali
The dude is excitable as a pep rally
Since the days of The Eds
in the westside keeping it real
Got nothing to hide
Now we are a number there is none greater
Take me out sound king yo peace see ya later

Let’s step out tonight, all night
The feel is soothin’
(Like disco, step out tonight)
Let’s step out tonight, alright
It’s a fellow feelin’
With my friends, once again

Grape Vess soda pop licorice stick
Aunt Mary’s summertime backyard picnic
“Did you dring my beer Doug?”
Yeah I did it
Don’t tell me to bring you a beer if you think
I won’t sip it
Swingin’ on swingin’ on jungle gym sets
Daddy talkin’ bout the horses he bet
When I got home my friends phoned
Hey holmes

Let’s step out tonight, all night
The feel is soothin’
(Like disco, step out tonight)
Let’s step out tonight, alright
It’s a fellow feelin’
With my friends, once again

Eat smoked fish that is my favorite dishx4

Let’s step out tonight, all night
The feel is soothin’
(Like disco, step out tonight)
Let’s step out tonight, alright
It’s a fellow feelin’
With my friends, once again

Eat smoked fish that is my favorite dishx4

Real life was never like this
The door opened as I fell trough
Minds of man like piss
Learning is a thing of the past

The door has opened and closed
I’m locked inside this out side world
Why the fuck no one knows
Why the fuck am I trapped like this

World of Forgotten minds
Living on parallel lines
Forgotten people of the past
In the human race
I came out last

I’ve been left behind
Left behind with human kind
I want to go away
I’m with these people every day

Human kind was left behind
And I don’t want to be here
Human kind was left behind
And I don’t want to be here

World of Forgotten minds
Living on parallel lines
Forgotten people of the past
In the human race
I came out last

Mr. Thompson calls the waiter, orders steak and baked potaters,
He leaves the bone and gristle and he never eats the skin.
The busboy comes and takes it, with a cough contaminates it.
Throws it in a can with coffee grounds and sardine tins.
And the truck comes by on Friday, and carts it all away.
And a thousand trucks just like it are converging on the bay. Oh…..

Garbage, garbage, garbage….

We’re filling up our seas with garbage (garbage, garbage…)
What will we do when there’s no place left to put all the garbage (garbage, garbage……)

Mr. Thompson starts his Cadillac, he winds it down the freeway track,
Leaving friends and neighbors in a hydro-carbon haze.
He’s joined by lots of smaller cars all sending gases to the stars.
There it forms a seething cloud where it hangs for forty days.
And the sun beats down into it,
With an ultra-violet tongue.
Turns it into smog
And then it settles in our lungs oh…
Garbage (garbage, garbage…..)

We’re filling up the skies with garbage……
What will we do when there’s nothing left to breathe
But garbage…….

Getting home and taking off his shoes, he settles with the evening news,
While the kids do homework with the TV in one ear.
While Superman for the thousandth time sells talking dolls and conquers crime,
Dutilly they learn the date of birth of Paul Revere.
And there’s a piece in the paper about the mayor’s middle name.
He gets it read in time to watch the All-Star Bingo game oh
Garbage, garbage, garbage…..
We’re filling up our minds with garbage……

What will we do when there’s nothing left to read?
And there’s nothing left to need?
And there’s nothing left to watch?
And there’s nothing left to touch?
And there’s nothing left to walk about?
And nothing left to talk about?
Nothing left to see?
And nothing left to be but….
Garbage, garbage, garbage, garbage……..

Boy, we gettin’ ready 2 get funkier than a sack o’grandaddies
1,2
1,2,3
Heh heh, roll it (Gett off)
(Gangster) (Gett off)
(Gangster) (Gett off)
Yeah, summertime
(Gangster) (Gett off)
(Get on up and jam)

Well as I G-E-double-T-O-F-F
Ganster Glam in the house and I must confess, see
That this is the shit P
Servin’ them a New Power Soul
4 those who would ever try 2 rock the NPG
4 those who are wondering, a family is born
And God bless us cuz we’re funky
Everything we do is on a positive tip
And got a message 4 a sucker with lip
Tell ’em, Rosie
(Let a woman be a woman and man be a man)
Yeah, U tell ’em, baby
And as I put the Mmm in Man
I’m kickin’ the Gangster Glam

Gangster (Hahaha) (Gangster)
Gangster glam (Gangster)
I’m kickin’ the Gangster Glam
Gangster (Gangster)
Gangster glam (Get on up and jam)

Well as I G-E-double-T-O-F-F
Ganster Glam in the house (Gangster)
The style we’re sportin’, the ladies and the fellas, hmmm
Godfather III meets Barbarella
Hmm, U can believe, a gangster never thinks twice

(Gangster)
(Gangster glam)
What ya say fellas?
(Gangster)
(Get on up and jam)
Roll it

Gangster (Gangster)
Gangster glam
It’s summertime and I’m rollin’ (Get on up and jam)
Send the shout out
(Power 2 the people of M-P-L-S) {x4}
Send the shout out

What’s my BMW definition?
The Black Man’s Wish
All the heads of the family
Will fall when we drop this
And the fact that we’re funky
Will keep the jeeps boomin’ 4 the hip-hop junkies

(Everybody grab a body, pump it like U want somebody)
(Get-get-get-get-get-get on up and jam)
I’m kickin’ the Gangster Glam
(Everybody grab a body, pump it like U want somebody)

And see U lipsynchin’ suckers
Listen, we don’t go 4 that
And U can believe we’re bringin’ the live performance back (Gangster)
So don’t U come 2 the concert 2night
Cuz we’ll send U home wishin’ that U had came right
Mmm, clockin’ the jizz, gettin’ the bizz
Playin’ strip pool with Vanessa
Sweatin’ in my typhoon (Gangster) (Get-get-get-get-get-get on up and jam)
Yeah, that’s my ‘do, fool

(Gett off) Gangster glam (Get-get-get-get-get-get on up and jam)
It’s summertime and I’m rollin’
(Gett off) Gangster (Get-get-get-get-get-get on up and jam)
Yeah
(Gett off) Gangster glam (get-get-get-get-get-get on up and jam)

Groovin’ 2 the Gangster Glam
With the fellas (Gangster)
The Beamer – Chiquita yellow
Clockin’ all the jizz (Get on up and jam)

Gangster (Gangster)
I love U
Yeah, I love U 2, I love U 2
Gangster glam
Yeah
(Get on up and jam)

(If U think U’re funky)
Are U funky?
(Then come on and ride the donkey)
Then ride it, hahahaha
Gangster (Gangster glam)
(Everybody grab a body, pump it like U want somebody)
(Get-get-get-get-get-get on up and jam)

(How much money U got?)
Gangster grands (Gangster)
Groovin’ 2 the Gangster Glam
Gangster
Gangster glam
Groovin’ 2 the Gangster Glam (Gangster)

(I like ’em proud)
Groovin’ 2 the Gangster
Groove-groove-groovin’ 2 the
Groovin’ 2 the Gangster
Groove-groove-groovin’ 2 the
Groovin’ 2 the Gangster
Groove-groove-groovin’ 2 the
(Get on up and jam)
Gangster
Groovin’ 2 the Gangster Glam
(Get on up and jam)

N.P.G. (N.P.G.)
Who turn the mother out? (Who turn the mother out?)
N.P.G. (N.P.G.) (Gangster)
Who turn the mother out? (Who turn the mother out?)
{crowd noise}
Gangster
(Jam)

What we gonna do when we wanna get funky? {x4}
(Hold it, Fred!) {Aunt Ester sample} {x3}
(Jam) {x3}
(Gangster)
(Get on up and jam)

What we gonna do when we wanna get funky? {x2}
(Gangster)
(Gangster glam)
(

There’s Frank James and Jesse James
Billy the Kid and all the rest
Supposed to be some bad cats
Way out in the West

If those cats could of dug me
And my gangster ways
They would have hung up their guns
And dug into their graves

Cause I’m a gangster
A gangster of love
I’m a gangster
A gangster of love
Now look here
When I go into a bar
Girls from near and far
Say I’m a gangster
A gangster of love

I jumped in my white horse Cadillac
I rode across the border line
I roped 55 girls
I kissed them all the same time
Took 25 or 30, put ’em all on a freight
There was a million dollar reward for me in each and every state
Sheriff says is your name Stevie “Guitar” Miller in a very deep voice
And I said yes sir brother sheriff, and that’s your wife on the back of my horse
I can’t help it
I’m a gangster
I can’t help it
You know, I’m a gangster

Chorus:
If you got a man
But he ain’t treating you right
You should stay my way
Even for just one night
I’ll give you what you want
Kisses you’ve been dreaming of
That’s why they call me
They call me the gangster of love
When your man’s away
When you want to play
I’ll give you what you want
Kisses you’ve been dreaming of
That’s why they call me
They call me the gangster of love

It’s time to make your move
We can’t be wasting time
I’ve got a funny feeling tonight
I’m gonna make you mine
I’m gonna give you the love
You know that you deserve
Tell me what you want
Our moment isn’t ready to stop
Candlelight, roses and champagne
Let me kiss your lips
Your never gonna be the same
Rest your head upon my chest
Close you’re eyes
Let the gangster do the rest

Chorus

Don’t let him bring you down
I don’t wanna see you cry
Baby, if he’s bringing you pain
It’s time to say goodbye
I’ve only got one night
I gotta catch my plane
Let me hold you now
Your never gonna be the same
Dim the lights, girl let me hold you
Baby, when I’m gone
Remember what I told you
When you need a night of love so true
Hold on girl
The gangster’s coming back to you