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FOLK​-​PUNK YOURSELF! (Radio Edit)

by Andy Warpigs

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1.
She took my pills and my cocaine She's got three people in her brain She took my cares and she said fuck it She drowned my baby in a bucket She dug up all my astro-turf She's turning blue on the floor like a smurf(tm) She took my hopes and dreams she said fuck it She drowned my baby in a bucket She even killed my dear old dog Strung up and butchered like a hog On a tasteful platter with corn and beans And now I'm beggin' darlin' please She took my cares and she said fuck it She drowned my baby in a bucket In E major Verse: Emaj Amaj Bmaj Emaj Bridge: Emaj Amaj Bmaj Emaj Chrous: Emaj Amaj Bmaj End on G (the chord, not the drug)
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Well, growing up I wasn't the hippest kid around My friends got fucking high and most of them were brown And we didn't give a fuck we brought guns and knives to school And drugs We hopped the fence when we got bored it didn't get us down We're droppin' n bombs and c bombs On all the bratty preppies at the junior prom Yeah you know that Eric Harris could've done nobody harm Dropping n bombs and c bombs And now I steal my beers from the circle k(tm) And I slam them in the parking lot And I'm hanging out in the Vietnamese grocery store Cause I just don't give a fuck anymore We're droppin' n bombs and c bombs On all the motherfuckers walking down the street And you don't really wanna fuck with me No you don't wanna fuck with me (not even a little) Yeah I know I might not be the nicest guy you know But at least I'm not some methed-out knife carrying hobo And At least I'm not like one of those Westboro Baptist church fuckers I'm just sayin' what's on my mind if that makes me a terrorist then fuck it We're dropping n bombs and c bombs All over North Korea Yemen and Iran Yeah you know Bush and Obama could've done nobody harm Droppin' n bombs and c bombs We're Droppin' n bombs, we're droppin' c bombs on your mother fucking dad, and your dick sucking mom N bombs and c bombs We're Droppin' n bombs, we're droppin' c bombs on your dick sucking dad, and your mother fucking mom N bombs and c bombs We're droppin' n bombs and c bombs Yeah that's all that I do anymore all day long That's why I'm getting drunk sitting out on my front lawn Droppin' n bombs and c bombs We're Droppin' n bombs, we're droppin' c bombs on your dick sucking dad, and your mother fucking mom N bombs and c bombs (In G major) Verse: Gmaj, Cmaj, Gmaj, G7,Dmaj,D7 Gmaj, Cmaj Dmaj,D7, Chorus: Gmaj, Cmaj, Gmaj, G7,Dmaj,D7 Gmaj, Cmaj Dmaj,D7, Gmaj Bridge: Cmaj, D7 Gmaj Cmaj, D7 Gmaj Cmaj, D7 Gmaj (walkdown) Emin Cmaj, D7 Gmaj
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Oh it's been so long since they turned away They got so used to saying no You met that pretty girl and she earned her stay She said she'd love you long ago I guess I'll keep on trying Until I'm sick of lying You've got a new car, and you bought a new house And everybody likes you now, everyone likes you And you're over the crowd, it's their problem now And everybody likes you now Everyone likes you And now you sit and while the hours away You've made a lot of happy men So dull you can't be bothered day to day You simply do the best you can I guess I'll keep on trying Until I'm sick of lying You've got a new car, and you bought a new house And everybody likes you now, everyone likes you And you're over the crowd, it's their problem now And everybody likes you now Everyone likes you In C Major: Verse: Cmaj, Amin Cmaj. Gmaj. G7 Cmaj, Amin Cmaj. Gmaj. G7 Bridge: Fmaj, Gmaj, G7 Chorus: Cmaj, Amin Fmaj. Gmaj, G7 G7 Cmaj, Amin Fmaj. Gmaj, G7 G7 Bridge 2: (instrumental) Cmaj, Amin Fmaj. Gmaj, G7 G7 Cmaj, Amin Fmaj. Gmaj, G7 G7 Verse: Cmaj, Amin Cmaj. Gmaj. G7 Cmaj, Amin Cmaj. Gmaj. G7 Bridge: Fmaj, Gmaj, G7 Chorus: Cmaj, Amin Fmaj. Gmaj, G7 G7 Cmaj, Amin Fmaj. Gmaj, G7 G7 Cmaj
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I love to play in traffic and throw fits at the store You give me all you've got and baby all I want is more 'Cause I'm a Child I'm a selfish fucked up child and my ego's four feet tall Yeah you wanted a man yeah you ain't got one of those at all I've been drinkin' liquor baby I've been smokin' dope You're probably gonna find me at the end of a rope I've been drinkin' liquor baby I've been smokin' dope You'll probably find me jerking at the end of a rope 'Cause I'm a Child I'm a selfish fucked up child and my ego's four feet tall Yeah you wanted a man yeah you ain't got one of those at all Well I love to play in traffic I steal my liquor from the store You give me everything that you got baby baby I want more 'Cause I'm a Child I'm a selfish fucked up child and my ego's four feet tall Yeah you wanted a man yeah you ain't got one of those at all 'Cause I'm a Child I'm a selfish fucked up child and my ego's ten feet tall Yeah you wanted a man yeah you Know I ain't much of one at all In E Major: Verse: Emaj, Amaj Emaj, Amaj Chorus: Bmaj, Amaj Emaj Bmaj, Amaj Emaj Bmaj Bride (instrumental): Emaj MUTE/Scratch Verse: Emaj, Amaj Emaj, Amaj Chorus: Bmaj, Amaj Emaj Bmaj, Amaj Emaj Bmaj Verse: Emaj, Amaj Emaj, Amaj Chorus: Bmaj, Amaj Emaj Bmaj, Amaj Emaj Bmaj Chorus: Bmaj, Amaj Emaj Bmaj, Amaj Emaj End on E (the chord, but MDMA is o.k. too...)
5.
Well I Walk down the streets I don't know where I am I'm lost and confused and I don't give a good goddamn And I stopped giving a damn long ago Well I just didn't care that's how I got there I got so goddamn high I wasn't aware Wasn't aware I was going nowhere Cocaine alcohol and cigarettes yeah That's about as good as life can get I don't got no time for no regrets Just pour me a shot of whiskey And give me one last goddamn cigarette Yeah I knew a girl she was the love of my life I always thought one day she'd be my wife until She took that cocaine over me Yeah I met another girl and I just didn't care I took her love and I threw it down stairs For another shot of cheap fucking whiskey Cocaine alcohol and cigarettes yeah That's about as much as a man can expect I don't got no time for no regrets Just pour me a shot of whiskey Chop me up another lines, and get me one last goddamn cigarette In E Minor: Verse: Emin, Amin B7, Emin Emin, Amin B7, Emin Chorus: Amin, Emin B7 B7 B7 B7, Emin Bridge(instrumental): Emin Amin Emin B7 Emin Amin Emin B7 Emin Verse: Emin, Amin B7, Emin Emin, Amin B7, Emin Chorus: Amin, Emin B7 B7 B7 B7, Emin
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Chili Pepper 01:33
She's my chii pepper She makes my heart burn And the sting reminds me Never to cross her When I hold her in my arms I know that she's the one Rooted in the earth and slowly Crawling toward the sun Oh dancing in the garden So bright and so clean Merry me oh merry me Oh won't you merry me My chili pepper She's my chili pepper so soft and so demure Rooted in the earth and fed by waters that run pure Yeah she greats the morning and kisses the moonlight Twirling in the gardens where you'll find her day in night Oh dancing in the garden So bright and so clean Merry me oh merry me Oh won't you merry me My chili pepper She's my chii pepper She makes my heart burn And the sting reminds me Never to cross her Never never ever pepper In C Major: Verse: Cmaj, Amin, Fmaj, Gmaj,G7 Cmaj, Amin, Fmaj, Gmaj,G7 Bridge: Cmaj, Amin, Fmaj, Gmaj,G7 Cmaj Verse: Cmaj, Amin, Fmaj, Gmaj,G7 Cmaj, Amin, Fmaj, Gmaj,G7 Bridge: Cmaj, Amin, Fmaj, Gmaj,G7 Cmaj last verse: Verse: Cmaj, Amin, Fmaj, Gmaj,G7 Gmaj,G7 Cmaj
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Bad-ass son of an IRA bomber Now he's wasted now hes a goner Now he's a junkie He used to beat ass all over town Now his only mate's Mr. Brown Not talking' bout Gordon And the family is doing worse You know we gotta break this Break this shameful curse Maybe strangeways is the place for me Now Pady's a Junkie No more potatoes no more guiness He wants a rig with some brown shite in it Shoot it right in the bollox Jamie's gone psycho since Fergal died Or Mandy's been getting with some real shitty guys now Get the knife and the poison Have you ever seen an Irish bloke so high You know a dealer shouldn't knick his own supply Maybe Strange ways is the place for me Now Pady's a junkie And the family is doing worse You know we gotta break this Break this shameful curse Maybe strangeways is the place for me Now Pady's a Junkie In c maj: bridge (instrumental): Cmaj, (walkdown) Amin Fmaj, (walkdown) Dmin Cmaj, (walkdown) Amin Gmaj Verse: Cmaj,Fmaj, Dmin, Gmaj Cmaj,Fmaj, Gmaj Cmaj,Fmaj, Dmin, Gmaj Cmaj,Fmaj, Gmaj Chorus: Fmaj, Gmaj Cmaj Fmaj, Gmaj Cmaj Fmaj, Gmaj Cmaj, (walkdown) Amin Fmaj, Gmaj Cmaj bridge (instrumental): Cmaj, (walkdown) Amin Fmaj, (walkdown) Dmin Cmaj, (walkdown) Amin Gmaj Verse: Cmaj,Fmaj, Dmin, Gmaj Cmaj,Fmaj, Gmaj Cmaj,Fmaj, Dmin, Gmaj Cmaj,Fmaj, Gmaj Chorus: Fmaj, Gmaj Cmaj Fmaj, Gmaj Cmaj Fmaj, Gmaj Cmaj, (walkdown) Amin Fmaj, Gmaj Cmaj Chorus: Fmaj, Gmaj Cmaj Fmaj, Gmaj Cmaj Fmaj, Gmaj Cmaj, (walkdown) Amin Fmaj, Gmaj Cmaj
8.
Shut the fuck up Shut the fuck up Shut the fuck up Shut up Shut the fuck up In the parking lot You're drunk Shut the fuck up Shut the fuck up Shut the fuck up Shut up Yeah you wanna play your Guitar at the mall But they wanna hear rap music So shut up nigga Shut the fuck up fuck up Shut the fuck up fuck up Shut the fuck up fuck up Shut the fuck up Shut the fuck up Shut the fuck up Shut the fuck up Shut the fuck up Shut up Shut the fuck up Shut the fuck up Shut the fuck up Shut up Yeah you're trying to voice an opinion They don't agree with on the news And the Black helicopters are circling So shut up Shut the fuck up Shut the fuck up Shut the fuck up Shut up Shut the fuck up In the parking lot You're drunk Quiet now* Shut the fuck up Shut the fuck up Shut the fuck up Shut up Shut the fuck up Shut the fuck up *Oh Shut the fuck up Shut the fuck up Shut the fuck up 1-2-3-4 Shut the fuck up Shut the fuck up Shut the fuck up Shut up Shut the fuck up Shut the fuck up *Oh Shut the fuck up Shut the fuck up Shut the fuck up *Warpigs OUT! In C Major: Cmaj Cmaj Gmaj Cmaj Fmaj, Gmaj Cmaj (Whole song)
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about

The smash debut e.p. from ANDY WARPIGS! Here is your rare, once in a life time chance to hear this band without having the word f*ck yelled in your face every 25 seconds! Feel free and sanctioned by God all mighty to play this record:

-at school!
-at the office!
-on the way to church!
-for conservative and other sensitive people with backwards world views
-while attempting to nap, or under the influence of downers or in other suggestive states!

Here's what some people had to say about this record!

"If Folk Punk Yourself is any indication, Andy Warpigs is a complicated man. The title alone might suggest searing rage or soul-numbing apathy. However, the songs in this CD, Andy’s first, communicate something else entirely – humor, honesty, and just enough angst to keep things real.

The members of the band are: Andy Warpigs-guitar and ukulele, Jellyroll Jenkins-lead guitar, Jackson Bollox-bass, and Sabotage Dali- trumpet, melodica. But Andy does all the songwriting for the group.

Their sound is rooted in a clean blend of old school rock & roll and folk. And as with this all good comedy each humorous song makes a point in its own cheeky way (Drown My Baby).

However, Andy’s more than cheeky. He’s serious about what he sings (Everybody Likes You Now), he’s socially aware (N Bombs and C Bombs) and he’s romantic in his own quirky way (Chili Pepper). All together that makes him a good punk folk artist, with a fine band of musicians beside him.
Favorite tracks: Everybody Likes You Now, Stfu
Original post date: March 27, 2014"

-Cindy Dunn, Bands Around Town: www.bandsaroundtown.net



"Local musician Andy Warpigs has released his first album, Folk Punk Yourself, via the up-and-coming independent music label 56 Street Records.

The album, which includes 8 tracks, is self-described as “collection of counterculture anthems for the counterculture crowd.”

“It’s a lot more sarcastic than anything that has come out recently,” Warpigs said. “I’m not good at being serious. Sometimes folk punk can be serious, but most of the better bands are more sarcastic, and I think it can sometimes be a better way of expressing stuff.”

Withsong titles like “Stfu,” “Paddy’s a Junkie,” and the single “Drown My Baby,” the record exemplifies themes found in traditional punk music with folk-like aspects such as the use of rhythmic acoustic strumming patterns and ukulele-led tracks.

Warpigs said the darker sense of humor was put on the album to weed out people that don’t have a sense of humor.

“It’s satirical and puts me in a different category of band…some might think it’s crass or insensitive, but I’m going to the humorous crowds. ‘Drown my Baby’ is a bit about relapsing out of drugs and coming out of shitty areas…not literally people drowning babies, but crazy girlfriends and stuff. That’s a case of using sarcasm to express things that are more painful.”

Warpigs feels good about his first album and is proud of it’s professional-quality sound. However, he said he was able to do so at about a sixth of what the normal cost of producing an album would be, and that the producer has had decades of experience in recording independently.

“There was no one in the process looking to make money,” Warpigs said. “It was really anti-commercial the way we produced this, which kind of goes with the theme of the record.”

As his album gains traction, with “Drown My Baby” receiving over 500 views within a week on Youtube, Warpigs is continuing with his normal appearances around the Valley–from Funny World to Long Wong’s in Tempe–practicing his true passion and sharing it with others.

“What I’m trying to accomplish is I’m trying to say things that other people don’t or can’t say, even though the things I’m saying are ridiculous sometimes,” Warpigs said. “I pissed off a couple people, but music isn’t supposed to be this elitist thing, it should inspire people.” "

-Becky Brisley, www.valleyhype.com




"Last weekend belonged to the uke-punk stylings of Andy Warpigs who released their first LP Folk Punk Yourself at Lost Leaf in Phoenix. I was one of the few and the fortunate to get my hands on an early copy and haven’t been able to take it out of my CD player since. Emerging from the met muddy waters of weird folk and punk, Andy Warpigs can deliver drug-addled anthems and bar room ballads with a mixture of political and personal zest.

Folk Punk Yourself opens with “Drown My Baby”, a rollicking rocknroll number that matches driving guitar licks with rowdy lyrics that will have you laughing while you dance. By the time you reach “N Bombs and C Bombs”, the second track, you’ll have a feel for the infectious rambunctiousness that marks Andy Warpigs as one of those bands you definitely want to know.

The album has its occasional reflective moments. “Everyone Likes You Now” is one such track on the album that captured rank as one of my favorites, but by the following track, “Ego Death”, Andy Warpigs is once again slinking along with its gritty groove.The stellar vocal stylings of Andy Warpigs (the man behind the band, not the band itself this time) can kick up the kitsch for “Drown My Baby”, then take it down for the sweet-sounding “Chili Pepper”, without fully relinquishing the kitsch.

This album has a lot more going on that catchy ditties that can rile up a live crowd. That’s not to say Folk Punk Yourself is without catchy ditties (hear closing track “STFU”). It has substance and style. Produced and mixed by Mike Red and the band at 56th Street Records with a host of talented players joining the music-making cast of Andy Warpigs, Folk Punk Yourself is a must for fans the uke-punx movement and weird folk alike.

You can listen to Folk Punk Yourself through Spotify here, but you’re definitely going to want to get your hands on your very own physical copy as soon as possible. Head out to a live show for a CD and you won’t be disappointed. The album will also be available through Lawn Gnome Publishing in Phoenix for only five bones and the proceeds will help support our favorite downtown bookshop. "

Lenore LaNova, www.yabyumwest.com

credits

released January 30, 2016

Andy Warpigs: Guitar, Vocals
Justin White: Drums
Jellyroll Jenkins: Guirar
Jackson Bollox: Bass
Sabotage Dhali: Melodica, Trumpet, Xylophone

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