Boobs, Butts, and Feets

by Robby Suavé

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Unofficially released in 2008, this album called Boobs, Butts, and Feets, has been a long time coming. Many things had to come together to get this into your ears in 2016. Uncleared movie samples were re-recorded and all the master tracks had to be bounced out and fixed up. The songs were recorded between 2006 and 2007, and they represent the easiest to digest Robby Suavé songs. But if you enjoy a little zaniness, you'll still find plenty of that here. It's perverted and a bit bizarre, and if that sounds up your alley, it's a ton of fun to listen to.

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released March 11, 2008

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Robby Suavé Illinois

I'm Robby Suavé, solo artist extraordinaire. Or maybe I'm just a guy who makes music for fun. Take your pick. Since 2001, I've been recording music on my own, doing my thing. Since birth, I knew I wanted to make music to express myself forever. So far, I'm succeeding. ... more

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Track Name: (S)AWESOME INTRO
Hello, I wanna play a game
I'm tired of all you people with your magnetic ribbons on the back of your cars
I'm tired of you people that shop at Wal-Mart and watch network television
I'm tired of you people that do stupid crap
It makes me sick, sick, sick to my stomach!
It makes me burn inside, and not in a good way
That's why I want to play a game!
And this game is no ordinary game
This is a game of survival!
It's better than Monopoly, it's better than Guitar Hero
Better than Secret of Evermore and EarthBound and Tic-Tac-Toe
And Girl Talk! I love those games! For real! They're super awesome!
But this, this is way better than all those games
It's a million times better than all those games, for real!
I'm not even gonna tell you what it is
You're gonna have to figure it out for yourself
It's like, totally against what you've been doing your whole life
You have to be told what to do
You listen to your people, and you listen to commercials on TV
And that makes you what you are, and that's retarded
It makes me sick, sick to my stomach!
You have about 45 minutes to complete this mission
If you do, you will come out alive and a much better person
Because you will appreciate your life!
But if you don't, then you will get your head cut off 10 times!
You don't think that's possible?! It is, and you won't like it
So, let the game begin
Track Name: Release
It's in your balls, it's in your butt
It's in my face, it's in your eyes
It's in my balls, it's in your nuts
It's in your boobs, in my ears

Release . . .

He's got the gun again . . .

He's not afraid
He's got the gun again
He's not afraid
To use it
Track Name: A Robot With a Wang Without a Need For a Name
Go away, leave me alone, consider me dead
No need to pay attention, no need to reconsider
Take me for granted, believe I will never leave
Disrespect, abandon, disregard, condemn

I don't have boobs, so it's okay to leave me
I don't have a vagina, so it's okay to leave me
I don't have boobs, so it's okay to leave me
I don't have a vagina, so it's okay to leave me

Don't worry about me because I have no feelings
Impossible due to me being a robot, you see
And emotions do not exist in a simple machine
No grease, no oil, no buildup, I'm super clean

I'm a robot with a wang without a need for a name
I'm a robot with a wang without a need for a name
I'm a robot with a wang without a need for a name
I'm a robot with a wang without a need for a name
Track Name: Balls
It came through the back door
It got the mud on the clean floor
Thirty seconds in, such a bore
Sixty seconds out, back for more

So elaborate a little, build upon these thoughts and desires
Cause some trouble, yeah, rob a couple banks and start forest fires
Quick like a cat, sly like a fox, but dumb as an elephant
Yes sir, Mr. Know-It-All has found a word that rhymes with "eloquent"

Balls! (kicked in the, punched in the, kneed in the)
Balls! (killed in the, shot in the, slapped in the)
Balls! (oh yeah, everyone loves to talk about)
Balls! (no doubt, everyone loves)
Balls! Balls! Balls! Balls! Balls! Balls! Balls! Balls!

Manifest Destiny attempting to reinvigorate
The monkey man, a big macho ape
You want some help out of this fade
Drink lots and lots of Gatorade

Fascinated by the dreamy dreams and foretold fantasies
Individuality fled the scene, folded into sixteenths
The true face will never appear because the blue blur is near
Now chest up and chin up, there's no reason to fear

Balls!
Track Name: Get Your Groove On
Get your groove on, this crap is awesome
Get your groove on, this crap is awesome
This crap is awesome

Get your groove on, this crap is awesome
Get your groove on, this crap is awesome
Get your groove on, this crap is awesome
Get your groove on, this crap is awesome

It's time for news
It's time for beaver
It's time for balls
It's time for nachos

It's nothing but a bunch of trouble
Spit it out if you've got it
It's nothing but a bunch of trouble
Swallow it if you don't

It's alive, it's alive, drag it through the forest floor
There can never be enough, more, more, more, more
It's alive, it's alive, electrify the crispy beats
There should be never be boobs, butts, and feets

It's alive, it's alive, drag it through the forest floor
There can never be enough, more, more, more, more
It's alive, it's alive, electrify the crispy beats
There should be more boobs, butts, and feets

Get your groove on . . .
Track Name: Writing Love Letters to the People You Hate
If I don't like you, I'm gonna say "eff you"
Because it's that sort of sour attitude
That reels in the super sweet hot chicks
They like the dudes with the long wicks

Writing love letters to the people you hate
Sometimes the urge gets so overwhelming
Honesty proves not to be the best policy
When it comes back to bite you in the butt

Thank you, kill you, lose you, eff you
Shoot you, kick you, smash you, eff you

I don't care what your name is
I don't care how old you are
I don't care who you're friends with
I don't care about anything
Track Name: Wax and Wane
Catch the rain, ease the pain
Live to gain, suck my wang
Wax and wane, you're so vain
Once again, use a cane
Horse's mane, ride the train
Mary Jane went insane
Wrecking crane, use your brain
Crack cocaine, down the drain
Read Mark Twain in a plane
Candy cane, ball and chain

Mothereffer
Wax and wane
Track Name: Black Hole Man Anonymous
It's the same effing crap, day after day
Stupid effing thing never goes my way
Might as well give up, and turn gay

It's all too easy, just too effing easy
But not as easy as you, you are sleazy
You sleep with all the girls until you're wheezy

Suck on my balls
Do it now, or I'm gonna kill you
Or if you don't want to do that
Then you can just get me some Gatorade

Black hole man anonymous

Once again, all I can effing see is red
It's only a matter of time until I'm dead
Beware mothereffer, watch you tread

Black hole man anonymous
Track Name: Everyone I Know Is an Alcoholic
Everyone I know is an alcoholic
Chewing and spitting whenever they want it
Got sucked up by the peer pressure
Got a tongue like a knife, skin like leather

Everyone I know is an alcoholic
Always need a swallow, never just one sip
It's all messed up, disregard what I say
'Cause I'm booze-free, I'm never gonna pay

You love to drink beer, you love to drink wine
You love to get drunk and party all the time
You love to drink rum, you love to drink whiskey
You love to have reasons to be stupid and frisky

Everyone I know is an alcoholic
Enjoy holding bottles with a baseball mitt, yeah
Following the leaders wherever they go
Weak-minded people going with the flow

Everyone I know is an alcoholic
More than 16 hours sober, throw a fit, yeah
How bored must you be to prefer not to think?
No one really cares, they all just want to drink
Track Name: Electro-Heaven
1, 2, 3, 4!

Eff man, what you trying to do, man?
Geez man, what's wrong with your head, man?
Whoa man, what's wrong with your brain, man?
Yeah man, get a load of this, man

Electro-Heaven in the sky
Electro-Heaven in your eye

Bring it down
Bring it down, yeah
Track Name: Tired as Eff
Sometimes I feel titilated
Sometimes I feel boobilated
But you never get wangified
And you never get ballsified

So I sit around and wonder why
Waiting around 'til the day I die
Doesn't do much good, this I know
Knowledge is power, reap what you sow
Little fishes swim in the sea of obscurity
You wonder why things aren't what they seem
Take a closer look at what's in front of you
Are you that naive, buck up and get a clue

Watching movies, watching TV
That's all that you see, you don't see me

Tired of your crap, tired of your crap
Tired of your crap, yeah, I'm tired as eff
Tired of your crap, tired of your crap
Tired of your crap, yeah, I'm tired as eff

Tired as eff, tired as eff
Tired as eff, I'm mothereffing tired as eff
Track Name: Around the World
A mothereffer from America
Red and black and blue
Shot down from the tree of life
Now a boat has to be made

A mothereffer from Germany
Red and black and purple
Hung up on outdated crap
Now a plane has to be made

Mothereffers around the world
'Round the world, 'round the world
Mothereffers around the world
Complain a lot
Mothereffers around the world
Kill their friends, kill their friends
Mothereffers around the world
Spread the crap, spread the crap

I hate you, mothereffer
It doesn't matter where you're from
I hate you, mothereffer
It doesn't matter where you're from

A mothereffer from Australia
Yeah, red and black and blue
Struck left into the ocean
Now a judgment has to be made

A mothereffer from Canada
Yeah, red and white and brown
Held fast by a broken brain
Now a choice has to be made
Track Name: All of You Begone
Ostracized, pulled toward the center
Moving closer, convicted, ease it up, bring it forward
Resurrected, starry night, oh midnight
That's where you gonna be, yeah

All of you begone

Cornered to a parallel dimension
Circulating to a many a revolution

Multicolored beating into a bloody pulp
Minimalist congregations unite
And man, get up, 'cause when you get beat
Rip the flesh, turn around, and rip-roar
Nobody wanted any of this poop
Sit and spin, jump up and down, yeah
Let the lollipops stick to the ceiling
Automatic procedures beating you to the punch
Now man, attempt to reproduce this sound
Nearly impossible, try to recreate this awesomeness
Suffocating over and over, 'til you up, until you give up
Until you give up, until you give up, oh yeah
That's 'til you give up, yeah

All of you
All of you
All of you
All of you begone

Yesterday the black raven rose up, rose up and conquered
Oh mothereffer, feather-light birdies finding their way
Surveying the barren landscape, 4 hours on and
Oh mothereffer, sucking wang, sucking balls
Every mothereffing day
Track Name: Heavy Metal
One day I tried to produce
A great invention designed to seduce
But my superiors just slammed the door
Thunderous metal is all I was going for

Heavy metal! Heavy metal! Heavy metal!
You wanna rock?
Heavy metal! Heavy metal! Heavy metal!
I wanna roll

Many like to call it an amazing design
Others said that I should resign
They hated my crap, so I said, "take that!"
'Cause I've got coolness foaming from my hat

Yeah!
Eff yeah!
Yeah!
Eff yeah!

A million miles, a million times
A million tries, a million rhymes
A million miles, a million times
A million tries, a million rhymes

The shots ring out, it calls my name
Smooth man supreme
Your majesty forever, here and now
I am myself, down to the seam

Heavy metal! Heavy metal! Heavy metal!
You wanna rock?
Heavy metal! Heavy metal! Heavy metal!
I wanna roll