Hey Bop A Ree Bop
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Hey bop a ree bop
The kraken wakes
You lose it here
You're in a world of hurt
A world of fakes
Hey bop a ree bop
Quilombo narcopolis
Testify before the grand jury
About the comin' of kohoutek
I'm flyin' higher than kohoutek
Will be tomorrow
At least I don't have to think
At the cliffs of insanity
I'm in the midst of a flabbalanche
Booked into the pumpatorium
With a trucklod of bazookas
Under moonrock shelter
Sindaddy, sindaddy, sindaddy, sindaddy, sindaddy
(CHORUS):
Where some people said have a soul I have a hole
Where some people said have a soul I have a hole
Where some people said have a soul I have a hole
Where some people said have a soul I have a hole
And it's goin' down fast
Givin' birth to a twenty-two-pound flaming porcupine
My brain talks too loud, I'm a crowd
Moved down to cancer alley, y'know it's been four years
With my weapons at hand
Victim of tyrannicide
My bellybutton's been puckering and puckering
And un-puckering and puckering and un-puckering All fucking day
Yeah, you know, you know
It feels mighty fine
To give birth to a twenty-two-pound porcupine
(CHORUS)
Delerium tremens
Mexican dragline
Fetid aspic of muck
Frances B Gross
Jelly cadavers
Meets cypress stump
This is a bad time for all of us
This is a bad time for all of us
This is a bad time for all of us
This is a bad time
(CHORUS)
And it's vast
This is a bad time for all of us
This is a bad time for all of us
This is a bad time for all of us
The kraken wakes
You lose it here
You're in a world of hurt
A world of fakes
Hey bop a ree bop
Quilombo narcopolis
Testify before the grand jury
About the comin' of kohoutek
I'm flyin' higher than kohoutek
Will be tomorrow
At least I don't have to think
At the cliffs of insanity
I'm in the midst of a flabbalanche
Booked into the pumpatorium
With a trucklod of bazookas
Under moonrock shelter
Sindaddy, sindaddy, sindaddy, sindaddy, sindaddy
(CHORUS):
Where some people said have a soul I have a hole
Where some people said have a soul I have a hole
Where some people said have a soul I have a hole
Where some people said have a soul I have a hole
And it's goin' down fast
Givin' birth to a twenty-two-pound flaming porcupine
My brain talks too loud, I'm a crowd
Moved down to cancer alley, y'know it's been four years
With my weapons at hand
Victim of tyrannicide
My bellybutton's been puckering and puckering
And un-puckering and puckering and un-puckering All fucking day
Yeah, you know, you know
It feels mighty fine
To give birth to a twenty-two-pound porcupine
(CHORUS)
Delerium tremens
Mexican dragline
Fetid aspic of muck
Frances B Gross
Jelly cadavers
Meets cypress stump
This is a bad time for all of us
This is a bad time for all of us
This is a bad time for all of us
This is a bad time
(CHORUS)
And it's vast
This is a bad time for all of us
This is a bad time for all of us
This is a bad time for all of us
Hey Bop A Ree Bop
Released by the British punk band Wiseblood, "Hey Bop A Ree Bop" stands as a quintessential example of their energetic, fast-paced style. The track exemplifies the raw, unpolished aesthetic characteristic of early 1980s UK punk and post-punk scenes, featuring driving rhythms and a vocal delivery that prioritizes attitude over technical perfection. As part of Wiseblood's discography, the song captures the chaotic spirit of the era, reflecting the band's commitment to aggressive sound and direct engagement with the underground music culture of the time. It remains a notable song in their catalog, representing the high-octane energy that defined their contributions to the genre.