PUDKNOCKER’S BALL

A sad flaccid thing, just want so bad to sing
Resigned to my fate, say it’s never too late
Dust in the wind, a bag of bones in my skin
A second look I doubt I would rate

A pity sex death, better than the rest
Farewell to a fine lustful friend

Juicy, sweet and clean
Suggestions quite obscene
To repay with a trick of the tongue
Why be so keen
With wishes so extreme
Jack out the box y’all spring has sprung

A bad idea to joke, a dangerous bear to poke
But there’s a fire burning bright in the eye
No reason to try and answer questions why
The rollercoaster ride has begun

What a way to go, life force ebb and flow
Dark shadows begin to descend

Juicy, sweet and clean
Suggestions quite obscene
To repay with a trick of the tongue
Why be so keen
With wishes so extreme
Jack out the box y’all spring has sprung

What a way to go, life force ebb and flow
Dark shadows begin to descend

Resurrect the ghost, no reason to boast
Like a mouse being played by the cat
And think its done, Its only just begun
Hungry hand needing much more of that

A pity sex death, better than the rest
Farewell to a fine lustful friend

Juicy, sweet and clean
Suggestions quite obscene
To repay with a trick of the tongue
Why be so keen
With wishes so extreme
Jack out the box y’all spring has sprung

Songwriter: Craig Hutchins
Composers: Michael Hutchins, April Hutchins & Stuart Asprey
Producer: Michael Hutchins

If you are Bartholomew, we will call you Bart
Gwendolyn is always Wendy with a flaming heart
Nicholas to the world is known as Nick
But if you’re being a Richard you’re just a

Slick and nasty and living low
When mutual respect is the way to go
Only care about yourself you don’t give a lick
You’re just a Richard you’re being a

Did you get it yet?
Dip di dip di dip Dick?
What did you forget?
Dip di dip di dip Dick?

Don’t be a Richard
Whatever your name
Don’t be a Richard

Sick and tired so uninspired
Being a creep, a cheat and a liar
In your case Rich I’m not calling you Rick
If I say you’re a Richard, you’re being a

Slick and nasty and living low
When mutual respect is the way to go
Only care about yourself you don’t give a lick
You’re just a Richard you’re being a

Did you get it yet?
Dip di dip di dip Dick?
What did you forget?
Dip di dip di dip Dick?

Don’t be a Richard
Whatever your name
Don’t be a Richard

Mick in reality is Michael Philip Jagger
Vicky is Victoria the queen of swagger
Edward is Eddie of the guitar majestic
Don’t get your hopes up Richard, you’re just a…

Slick and nasty and living low
When mutual respect is the way to go
Only care about yourself you don’t give a lick
You’re just a Richard you’re being a

Did you get it yet?
Dip di dip di dip Dick?
What did you forget?
Dip di dip di dip Dick?

Don’t be a Richard
Whatever your name

Don’t be a Richard

Don’t be a Richard

Dick Dick Dick

Songwriter: Craig Hutchins
Composers: Michael Hutchins, April Hutchins & Stuart Asprey
Producer: Michael Hutchins

The early bird gets the worm
But the second mouse gets the cheese
Even though you got caught with your hand in the jar
Doesn’t mean you’re getting down on your knees

You’re dripping with guile
And all the while, weaving your webs of deceit
Entering rooms, the queen of the Nile
Slithering out hollow smiles and a cheat

So full of shit and they buy it
The web you weave can’t deny it
Your evil tears that fall and douse
Leave them wanting…
So full of shit and they buy it
The web you weave can’t deny it
Your evil tears that fall and douse
Leave them wanting not a dry eye in the house

Perfumed and glam, a tired little sham
Crocodile smiles and tears
Your dirty painted toes, everyone knows
Seeing your truth is the greatest of fears

Playing your turn, watching Rome burn
Your welcome is wearing quite thin
There is no use, in telling the truth
When getting caught is your only sin

So full of shit and they buy it
The web you weave can’t deny it
Your evil tears that fall and douse
Leave them wanting…
So full of shit and they buy it
The web you weave can’t deny it
Your evil tears that fall and douse
Leave them wanting not a dry eye in the house

Songwriter: Craig Hutchins
Composers: Michael Hutchins, April Hutchins & Stuart Asprey
Producer: Michael Hutchins

Don’t got the best manners so I do what I please
Worked hard for all I got no one gave me the keys
I’m a pain in the ass if I don’t get what I want
Forgive me Sugar Britches if I come off a little blunt

Woah, Its all its all its all its all good
Woah, Its all its all its all its all good
Woah, Its all its all its all its all good
Woah, Its all its all its all its all good

Used to be a player in a travelling band
Rocking across the nation with a fast right hand
But I left that life and made myself a king
Doesn’t feed my soul but I got a lot of bling

Had me a lady but I had to let her go
She didn’t leave me easy and it cost a lot of dough
Ya now they come a running ‘cause I’m a man of means
Gonna take my time and choose another queen

Now I will bestow a little sound advice
There ain’t much future in the rock and roll life
Times can be hard when you do your own thing
Just be sure to be the one who is pulling the strings

Woah, Its all its all its all its all good
Woah, Its all its all its all its all good
Woah, Its all its all its all its all good
Woah, Its all its all its all its all good

Songwriter: Craig Hutchins
Composers: Michael Hutchins, April Hutchins & Stuart Asprey
Producer: Michael Hutchins

Told you I’m evil
Said it right from the start
Told you get ready
And not lose your heart

Didn’t believe I’m a bad man
You thought it was fate
Got you deep in my web now
And you know it’s too late

You want to know if you’ll ever be free
You know it’s all up to me
Never will be soon enough, never will be soon enough

Meanwhile I’m driving you crazy!

Trying to break my grip
You twist and you turn
But I own your soul now
And in my hell, you burn

You know you’re doomed
And clearly you see
You’re deepest terror
Is ever losing me

You want to know if you’ll ever be free
You know it’s all up to me
Never will be soon enough, never will be soon enough

Meanwhile I’m driving you crazy!

You want to know if you’ll ever be free
You know it’s all up to me
You want to know if you’ll ever be free
You know it’s all up to me

You want to know if you’ll ever be free
You know it’s all up to me

Meanwhile I’m driving you crazy!

Songwriter: Craig Hutchins
Composers: Michael Hutchins, April Hutchins & Stuart Asprey
Producer: Michael Hutchins

Come on strong with quiet illusion
Leave an evil stain
Talk them up without conclusion
Herd of simple brains

An arrogant intercourse, claims most sublime
Pudnocker’s ball, a waste of flesh and time…

Aces high full of delusion
Piss and vinegar
Valiant claims but never proven
A plot thickener

An arrogant intercourse, claims most sublime
Pudnocker’s ball, a waste of flesh and time…

Pudnocker’s ball
Pudnocker’s ball

Speaking low in tones but meant for all to hear
Too much the fools to realize they’re all just grinding gears
Then after all quite giddy from their own conceit
Confronted with the truth they beat a quick retreat

Not deterred by voice of reason
Shouting down their prey
Spreading views of lies and treason
Confusion leads the way

An arrogant intercourse, claims most unkind
Pudnocker’s ball, a loss of truth and mind…

Pudnocker’s ball
Pudnocker’s ball

Songwriter: Craig Hutchins
Composers: Michael Hutchins, April Hutchins & Stuart Asprey
Producer: Michael Hutchins

Got the royal blood yeah
Ancestry told me so
Worship me loyal subject
See my dominion grow

Well you can call me your majesty
Or you can call me your lord
Great power my destiny
You look good on your knees

Let me hear you say please
Let me hear you say please, please, please
Let me hear you say please
Let me hear you say please, please, please

Got the royal blood yeah
Says 23 and Me
They may be dead and long gone
But I won’t set you free

Well you can call me your majesty
Or you can call me your lord
Great power my destiny
You look good on your knees

Let me hear you say please
Let me hear you say please, please, please
Let me hear you say please
Let me hear you say please, please, please

Well you can call me your majesty
Or you can call me your lord
Great power my destiny
You look good on your knees

Got the royal blood yeah
Genetics just don’t lie
Its time to show your devotion
Get your sovereign high

Well you can call me your majesty
Or you can call me your lord
Great power my destiny
You look good on your knees

Let me hear you say please
Let me hear you say please, please, please
Let me hear you say please
Let me hear you say please, please, please

Songwriter: Craig Hutchins
Composers: Michael Hutchins, April Hutchins & Stuart Asprey
Producer: Michael Hutchins

It doesn’t really matter what’s right or wrong
Set yourself apart or one of the throng
Wrap it in sugar sickly and sweet
Or hiding in the sauce of a succulent meat

Line up one and all its time for your thrill
Open your mouth and swallow Satan’s pill

Didn’t take precautions now you’re in a bind
When it come to rules you’re the following kind
Do as you’re told and you will be okay
Just like a secret agent you can die another day

Call it fun and games that is until
You part your lips and swallow Satan’s pill

So you say you don’t believe and you will never be tamed
You’re wise to their methods and playing their games
But they are always watching in control of your device
Abandon all hope no place to run for your life

So now you’ve had a taste but can you stop at just one?
You’re a sweating devil junkie that will never be done
Choice is not an option and you will never be free
Got you where they want you begging on your knees

Kicking and screaming cause its against your will
Shut the fuck up and swallow Satan’s pill

Look to the heavens and keep your head still
Open up and swallow Satan’s pill

Songwriter: Craig Hutchins
Composers: Michael Hutchins, April Hutchins & Stuart Asprey
Producer: Michael Hutchins

First brush, first flush
A simple pleasure, light as a feather
I never knew, my guard was down
How did I know, my fate was sown?

Gossamer touch, gentle clutch
Extending grip, tendrils drip
Shame on me, now it’s too late
Tight round my throat, I feel the weight

Tug and twist, ankle and wrist
Circle waist, entombed embrace
And so begins, as we descend
Into the deep, I won’t pretend

Tug and twist, ankle and wrist
Circle waist, entombed embrace
And so begins, as we descend
Into the deep, I won’t pretend

Tentacles, down, down, down
Pulling me, down, down, drown
Tentacles pulling me no escape
My last gasp I accept my fate
Tentacles, down, down, down
Pulling me, down, down, drown
Tentacles pulling me no escape
My last gasp I accept my fate

Tentacles of love, draggin’ me down, draggin’ me down
Tentacles of love, draggin’ me down, draggin’ me down

First brush, first flush
A simple pleasure, light as a feather
I never knew, my guard was down
How did I know, my fate was sown?

Tug and twist, ankle and wrist
Circle waist, entombed embrace
And so begins, as we descend
Into the deep, I won’t pretend

Tentacles, down, down, down
Pulling me, down, down, drown
Tentacles pulling me no escape
My last gasp I accept my fate
Tentacles, down, down, down
Pulling me, down, down, drown
Tentacles pulling me no escape
My last gasp I accept my fate

Tentacles of love, draggin’ me down, draggin’ me down
Tentacles of love, draggin’ me down, draggin’ me down

Gossamer touch, gentle clutch
Extending grip, tendrils drip
Shame on me, now it’s too late
Tight round my throat, I feel the weight

Tug and twist, ankle and wrist
Circle waist, entombed embrace
And so begins, as we descend
Into the deep, I won’t pretend

Tentacles of love
Tentacles
Tentacles

Songwriter: Craig Hutchins
Composers: Michael Hutchins, April Hutchins & Stuart Asprey
Producer: Michael Hutchins

All the ladies agreed, Coco was the queen
She was the glittering belle of the ball
All the men just leered, their intentions were clear
As they licked their chops from the wall

Though ladies looked bad, Coco wasn’t sad
She was the picture of fashion and grace
An old-fashioned affair, displaying surgical wares
Rabid rakes hot for a new treat to taste

Oh the dogs will have their day
They want to smell your fear because they love it that way
Oh the pack are howling their tunes
Show you their fangs but they’d eat you with a fork and spoon

The ladies all stared, Coco didn’t care
She had them eating right out of her hand
The Empress of Russia, you’d better not trust her
The whole pack was aware of the plan

The ladies were wanton, but Coco was tonton
She was clever and wise to their ways
All the lurid dreams, offering peaches and creams
They’d never ever get her to play

Oh the dogs will have their day
They want to smell your fear because they love it that way
Oh the pack are howling their tunes
Show you their fangs but they’d eat you with a fork and spoon

So so Rock steady
Coco Rock steady
Go go Rock steady

They’re only dogs sniffing about
Smelling blood, wagging tails, bark and shout
Here come hounds stalking their prey
Pretty pretty pretty out to have their way

Oh the dogs will have their day
They want to smell your fear because they love it that way
Oh the pack are howling their tunes
Show you their fangs but they’d eat you with a fork and spoon

Songwriter: Craig Hutchins
Composers: Michael Hutchins, April Hutchins & Stuart Asprey
Producer: Michael Hutchins

It’s no secret, we’re playing games
Kicking ass and taking names
It never happened to me I never cared before
But when it comes to you I’m all hardcore

Drop a hint, you’re on to me
Spark of doubt and glowing envy
The green-eyed monster is alive and well
A speeding train headed straight for hell

Hey now, hey now now, whispers are coming to me
Hey now, hey now now, bad intentions and jealousy
Hey now, hey now now, voices won’t leave me be
Bad intentions and jealousy

Promise and proof intense insane
Chitchat starts frying my brain
Bad decisions and all bets are off
Teaching a lesson and it won’t be soft

Lost balance, out of control
One touch is the only goal
Wild thoughts and barking mad
The best misery you’ve ever had

Hey now, hey now now, whispers are coming to me
Hey now, hey now now, bad intentions and jealousy
Hey now, hey now now, voices won’t let me be
Bad intentions and jealousy

There is no reason there is no rhyme
Only perpetual sense of time
Heart is pumping the poison well
Voices from below the truth will tell

Hey now, hey now now, whispers are coming to me
Hey now, hey now now, bad intentions and jealousy
Hey now, hey now now, voices won’t leave me be
Bad intentions and jealousy

Songwriter: Craig Hutchins
Composers: Michael Hutchins, April Hutchins & Stuart Asprey
Producer: Michael Hutchins

[Distant screams]