BEAR HUNTING (SONG FOR THEODORE ROOSEVELT)
Words and music by Douglas Dodgson
featuring The Hunting Party

Piano and vocals by Douglas Dodgson
Vocals by Philip Troutt, Evella Troutt, Evan Troutt, Melody Mulligan, James Mulligan and Sawyer Mulligan
Maracas by James Mulligan
Toy Piano by Evan Troutt

We're hunting some bears
Get your bear hunting caps
At the bear hunting mall
At the Baby Bear Gap
We're hunting some bears just before bedtime
And when we find them, we are going to

HUG THEM
We're gonna
LOVE THEM
I got a big bear hug for the bear I love
Where are those bears?

We're hunting for bears
but we won't need a gun
No, we're not hunting for food
No, we're hunting for fun
We're hunting for bears on our pillotop
And when we find them we won't stop, we're gonna

HUG THEM
We're gonna
LOVE THEM
I got a big bear hug for the bear I love
Where are those bears?
The bears are in their lairs!

Let's go hunting teddy bears!

What do bears say? ROAR ROAR ROAR!
What does Black Flag say? GIMME SOME MORE!

Let's go hunting teddy bears!

COLD WAR (SONG FOR RONALD REAGAN)
Words and music by Douglas Dodgson

Guitars, percussion and vocals by Douglas Dodgson

Old age
Cold War

End stage
Cold War

Dud rage
Cold war

In cage
Cold War

No sage
Cold War

Last stage:
Cold War

ONE MAN PARTY
Words, music and vocals by Douglas Dodgson

JUST LIKE ME
Words and music by Douglas Dodgson

Guitars and vocals by Douglas Dodgson

I want a girl that’s not that hot
And I don’t get along with her very well

I want a girl who’s just like me

I want a girl that’s not that smart
When she wanders around men don’t look at her

I want a girl who’s just like me

She doesn’t make me happy
But I wasn’t happy anyway
She doesn’t really want me
But I don’t want me either

And I want a girl who’s just like me

I want a wife that don’t cook or clean
McDonalds when we are tired of Taco Bell
I want a wife that has been around
She says of all of her lovers I’m not the best

SUE DOKU
Words and music by Douglas Dodgson, from a suggestion by Andrea Gutierrez

Guitar and vocals by Douglas Dodgson

I met a girl from Tokyo
A Harajuku girl, you know
She wore a couple tops with a couple more on top

She said that I should see Japan
But that is not in my life’s plan
I asked her name, she said that it was Sue

Sue Doku, Sue Doku
I just don’t understand you
Sue Doku, Sue Doku
6-5-2-4-3?
Baby take it easy on me

She gave a couple clues to start
Which made it worse when she broke my heart
None of my lucky numbers would come up
So I called the puzzle master
He said that I was a disaster
And why don’t I stick to scrabble like I should?

She says “you can try but you will never figure me out
My moderate complexity will fill you with self-doubt
Baby you think you’re so smart
But loving me takes brains and art
Now please forget my numbers if you please”

Sue Doku, Sue Doku
I just don’t understand you
Sue Doku, Sue Doku
6-5-2-4-3?

Baby take it easy on me

JUNEBUG
(SONG FOR "JUNEBUG" BY ANGUS MCLACHLAN AND PHIL MORRISON)
by Douglas Dodgson

Keyboards by Douglas Dodgson

LIARS
Words and music by Douglas Dodgson

Guitars, percussion and vocals by Douglas Dodgson

Lyrics unavailable

SQUARE SUNGLASSES
(SONG FOR "RACHEL IN FUR" BY JOHN CURRIN)
Words by Douglas Dodgson
Music by Douglas Dodgson, Rick Gutierrez and Dave Macias

Guitar, piano and vocals by Douglas Dodgson
Vocals by Jacqueline Dodd
Percussion and drums by Rick Gutierrez
Guitar by Dave Macias

Her groom is waiting at the altar
The room is full of people she don’t care for
Tonight who knows what will happen
But for now she puts on Urban Decay
And steps into her wedding day

She steps into the aisle and she
Takes her daddy’s arm and she
Isn’t thinking nothing at all
Her hair up in his favorite way
They all look as she passes
Some Heatherette her favorite fur
A look demure behind her
Square sunglasses

She turns the minivan and she
Looks into the mirror to see
Her kids ain’t thinking nothing at all
Her hair up in his favorite way
They all look as she passes
A minivan, some Urban Decay
A look behind her for her
Square sunglasses

She’s a french kiss
She’s a near miss
Red red lipstick
Red-blonde hair

TIRED OF BROKEN HEARTS
Words by Douglas Dodgson
Music by Douglas Dodgson and Dave Macias

Guitar, bass and vocals by Douglas Dodgson
Vocals by Jacqueline Dodd
Drums by Rick Gutierrez
Guitar by Dave Macias

I’m tired of broken hearts
And I think that I’m not gonna try anymore
Tired of broken hearts
My tears taste the same way they tasted before

Why can’t I stop wanting someone to love?
What do I have to do?
Baby I’m so tired of broken hearts

I’m tired of holding on
And I think that I might just let go for a while
Tired of holding on
I pay in my tears every time that I smile

Why can’t I stop wanting someone to hold?
What do I have to do?
Baby I’m so tired of holding on

Why can’t I stop wanting someone to love?
Why can’t I stop loving you?

WHEN IS A HOUSE NOT A HOUSE?
(SONG FOR "HOUSE" BY RACHEL WHITEREAD,
FEATURING GOOD FRIEND)
Words and music by Douglas Dodgson

Guitar, synthesizer and vocals by Douglas Dodgson
Percussion by Rick Gutierrez
Bass by Dave Macias
Vocals by Kate Bennett and Alyssa Burge

When is a house not a house?
In the senate house, or
Rachel Whiteread’s “House”
When is a man not a man?
If he’s Peter Pan
Or if it’s a woman

Things aren’t always the way you’d expect them to be
Like how I expected that you would be nicer to me

When is a car not a car?
When it’s in scar
Or in Kandahar
When is a date not a date?
If it’s not too late
Or if she says it wasn’t later

EARTHQUAKE
Words and music by Douglas Dodgson

Guitars and vocals by Douglas Dodgson
Drums, percussion and vocals by Rick Gutierrez
Guitars and vocals by Dave Macias

Hey wake up are you okay?
“Good Morning LA!”
The walls and ceiling are convex
The roof bent down to tell me secrets

It’s okay go back to sleep
It’s just another earthquake

San Andreas got a cramp
Too much fun at summer camp
So while he looks for his Ben Gay
We all think of judgement day
The future ghosts descend on us
I think that they might stay

Knocking on the corners of the room
They grab their seven trumpets and they
Start to play the blues

Hoo hoo hoo
1
12
123
1234
12345
123456
1234567
5678

Hey wake up are you okay?
Did you feel the sh-sh-shake?
The pool has swam into the house
The screen door’s off it’s hinges now
The window climbed in bed with you
And I am shaken badly too

It’s okay go back to sleep
It’s just another earthquake
I guess I will go back to sleep
It’s just another earthquake

ZINKS
(SONG FOR UNTITLED PORTRAITS BY LAYLAH ALI)
Words and music by Douglas Dodgson
Arrangement by Douglas Dodgson and Jacqueline Dodd

Guitars and vocals by Douglas Dodgson
Vocals by Jacqueline Dodd

A long time ago in the land of the Zinks
The king started to speak and they all shouted “jinx!”
They all stood and fought from the edge of their sinks
Now who will be king of the Zinks?

They looked out and they saw clouds in the sky
They all looked again and saw lemon creme pie
They all looked around and said “who is this guy?
And what do we think that he thinks
About who will be king of the Zinks?”

Billy had said
That the crown fit his head
But he made a deal
With his enemy Fred
That whichever won
Would appoint the other
So they were both trying to lose

The first contest they had was a fresh breath contest
Designed to define whose fresh breath was the freshest
But they all had to stop and have Octoberfest
Oh I wonder what they will think

The next contest they had was a black tie affair
But they all arrived in their purple swimwear
Because they just couldn’t say no to a dare
Oh I wonder what they will think
About who will be king of the Zinks

They wanted to laugh
But they started to cry
They wanted to walk
But they started to fly
They all looked around and said “where is that guy?”
But he was nowhere to be found

The first runner up was miss Laylah Ali
They made her a crown out of olives and holly
But she was off drawing with Salvador Dali
Oh I wonder what they will think

The next runner up was Mr. Baudrillard
He write a book that was really quite hard
To understand about his Lyotard
Oh I wonder what they will think
About who will be king of the Zinks

He started to dance
But they covered their eyes
He started to sing
But they cut off their ears
He started to leave
And they all shouted “cheers!”
Oh I wonder what they will think
About who will be king of the Zinks


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