Biografia:
The Arrogant Worms are a Canadian musical comedy trio that parodies many musical genres. They are well known for their humorous on-stage banter in addition to their music.
The Worms came together in 1991 to do a few spots on campus radio station CFRC in Kingston, Ontario, and quickly moved to doing spots on the CBC Radio One. Since 1992, the troupe has released 11 albums on their own label and one compilation album under Oglio Records. Their most recent album, Torpid, was released in late 2008.
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Outras músicas:
- Boy Band
- Canada Is Really Big
- Canadas Really Big
- Carrot Juice Is Murder
- Drink With Me
- Gaelic Song
- Go To Sleep Little Leech
- Happy Birthday
- History Is Made By Stupid People
- I Am Cow
- I Am Not American
- I Pulled My Groin
- If I Were Prime Minister
- Jesus Brother Bob
- Johnny Came Home Headless
- Killer Robots From Venus
- Last Saskatchewan Pirate
- My Voice Is Changing
- New Car Smell
- Rippy The Gator
- Shipwreck Balladeer
- The Assumption
- The Assumption Song
- The Hot Dog Song
- The Last Saskatchewan Pirate
- The Me Song
- The Monkey Song
- Tokyo Loves Ong
- War Of 1812
- We Are The Beaver
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Intro Chord
G D Em C D G
Listen up brothers and sisters, come hear my desperate tale
G D Em C D G
I speak of our friends of nature, trapped in the dirt like a jail
G D Em C D G
Vegtables live in oppression, served on our tables each night
G D Em C D G
This killing of veggies is madness, I say we take up the fight
D G D G
Salads are only for murderers, cole slaw's a fascist regime
D G C D
Don't think that they don't have feelings, just 'cause a radish can't scream
Chorus:
G D Em C D
I've heard the screams of the vegetables, watching their skins being peeled
G D Em C D G
Grated and steamed with no mercy, how do you think that feels?
G D Em C D
Carrot juice constitutes murder, greenhouses prisons for slaves
G D Em C D G
It's time to stop all this gardening, let's call a spade a spade.
I saw a man eating celery, so I beat him black and blue
If he ever touches a sprout again, I'll bite him clean in two
I'm a political prisoner, trapped in a windowless cage
'cause I stopped the slaughter of turnips, by killing five men in a rage
I told the judge when he sentenced me, this is my finest hour
I'd kill those farmers again, just to save one more cauliflower
(Chorus)
Am Em
How low as people do we dare to stoop
Fm C
Making young broccolis bleed in the soup
Am Em
Untie your beans, uncage your tomatoes
C D
Let potted plants free, don't mash that potato!
(Chorus)
--I welcome corrections if there are any to be made,--
Intro Chord
G D Em C D G
Listen up brothers and sisters, come hear my desperate tale
G D Em C D G
I speak of our friends of nature, trapped in the dirt like a jail
G D Em C D G
Vegtables live in oppression, served on our tables each night
G D Em C D G
This killing of veggies is madness, I say we take up the fight
D G D G
Salads are only for murderers, cole slaw's a fascist regime
D G C D
Don't think that they don't have feelings, just 'cause a radish can't scream
Chorus:
G D Em C D
I've heard the screams of the vegetables, watching their skins being peeled
G D Em C D G
Grated and steamed with no mercy, how do you think that feels?
G D Em C D
Carrot juice constitutes murder, greenhouses prisons for slaves
G D Em C D G
It's time to stop all this gardening, let's call a spade a spade.
I saw a man eating celery, so I beat him black and blue
If he ever touches a sprout again, I'll bite him clean in two
I'm a political prisoner, trapped in a windowless cage
'cause I stopped the slaughter of turnips, by killing five men in a rage
I told the judge when he sentenced me, this is my finest hour
I'd kill those farmers again, just to save one more cauliflower
(Chorus)
Am Em
How low as people do we dare to stoop
Fm C
Making young broccolis bleed in the soup
Am Em
Untie your beans, uncage your tomatoes
C D
Let potted plants free, don't mash that potato!
(Chorus)
--I welcome corrections if there are any to be made,--
The Asteroid No (...)
The Atomic Fireb (...)
The Atomics
The Attic
The Attractions