This song was originally written by a guy called Peter Gutteridge. He was one of the founders of the "Dunedin Sound" a musical scene in the south of New Zealand in the early 80s. From there it was covered by "The Clean" one of the early bands of that scene (he had originally been a member of in it's early days, writing a couple of their best early songs). The Dunedin sound, and the Clean became popular on american college radio in the mid to late 80s. I guess Yo La Tengo heard that version.
Great version of a great song,
SHINE TIGHT
MY RESTAURANT CHAIN GOTTA BE CALLED JESUS LAST SUPPER-THE WAY I SHINE TIGHT LIKE MY CHAIN ON DIAMOND EXCHANGE CLUSTER-I SIT ON HOES IN MY BEANBAG-THEY JUMPINING BEANS FLY MOTH GIRLS ON LEAN MANG-THEY MY PHANTOM UPSCENE FANS-THEY LOVE HOW I TAKE THEM TO THE OBSCENE LANDS-I'M OUT FOR THE FORTUNE ON MY JAN VAN GOYEN-ON SOME DUTCH MASTER GOLDEN-THE AGE OF SELL SOME RARE TULIPS LIKE RARE FLOWERS ON DA BOYZ-CRUSH UP THE PROFITS 309 TIMES AND FEED MY COIS-RARE TULIP BULBS SHINE SO BRIGHT-CUZ AIN'T NUTHIN BUT EXOTIC PUSSY ON MY MIND-HOELAND OR HOLLAND-EITHER WAY SELLING MAGICAL RARE FLOWERS OR PIMPIN WE THUG BALLIN-SPELL BINDER MY NINJAZ WITH ALL OF THEM-I G.O.T CONTROL OF THE GAME OF THRONES-I MELT JON SNOW-WITH MY HOTHEAD BLACC ANGRY BIRD CLONES-WE KAMIKAZE EXLPODE-SUCC THE DEVINE WIND OUT THEY SOULS-I'M JOHN SNOW-WITH ALL THE FLOW-I GOT THE CURE FOR THEM RAPPERS DEHYDRATION AND FOR THEM HOES THIRST-OPPOSITE OF A MISERABLE DEATH ON THIS EARTH-I PUMP HOES LIKE BROADSTREET PUMP-I CLEAN IT WITH MY LEAN FLOW AND TAKE THEM TO DA HEAVENLY PUBS-I SPREAD MY SICCNESS TO THE RED RUM-MAKE IT WELL OFF IN THIS LIFE IN EVERY CUP-TURN IT INTO THE PUREST WATER LIKE ALPINE GEYSERS CUZZ-WE GOT DAT DOPEALEAN-WAY MORE STRONGER THEN DOPEAMEAN-THIS IS YETTIBURG-FEEL THE FOREVER HEAVY BURR-SPILL THE PAIN ON DA TRACC LIKE GETTYSBURG-YOU GOTTA FEEL OUR PAIN FROM THE LEVEL 4 HOLE TO THE TURF-YOUR MINI BALLS WEIGH NOTHING-WE PUSHING WITH PIRATES OF THE CARRIBEAN CANNONBALLS LIKE IT AIN'T NOTHING-DO IT LIKE YATARO-BUILD IT UP LIKE DA HOOD BY THE STEELE YARD LOAD-I'M AIRTIGHT EVEN IF I WAS BROKE LIKE A YOUNG GOODYEAR-I SPIT SULFUR LEAN IN DA HOOD WIT NO FEAR-ALL THEM BAD HOES ARE RUBBERS THEY LOVE MY RUBBER TREE LIKE A GOOD BEER-LIKE WHITE COWKAIYA-I'M THERE GOLDEN STATE KILLA CALBOY YEAH-WE ON POP LIKE ROSWELL'S HYBRID CORN-HOW YOU THINK THE WORLD WAS BORN-LIKE THE NEW ERA OUT OF GOD'S NUCLEUS SEED CORE-WE COVER THE EARTH LIKE NITROGYN-MIX IT IN THE DERTY FERT THEN WE GROW NITRO MEN-ON GO LEAN GREEN MEAN THIRD ARMY-FROM THE RICHEST PARTS OF THE WORLD TO THE POOREST PARTS OF DA TURF SCENE-I FEED HER MY HYBRID CORN WHEN THE DROUGHT HIT-NITROGYN ON HER BIB-GOT HER FEELIN WELL OVERFED-TO THE GAME OVER DEATH-THE MURPHY BED COMING DOWN QUICC-HOW I PICC HER MURPH RIP-THEN SHINE BRIGHT-LIKE THE STREET LIGHTS OUR NIGHT LIGHTS-I'M A FOREVER ISO IMAGE OF NITROGYN PERMANENTLY IMPRINTED ON THE GLOBE-BLUERAY LIKE THE WATER CONTENT OF THE EARTH THANKS TO MY FLOW-FRESH FROM THE O-ZONE BIO DOME-EAT YOUR BEANS YOUNGSTAS YO FLOW RUNNING OUT OF GAS-IT'S NOTHING BUT FREE WATER TO ME FRESH OUT THE TAP-I GREW UP WITH MEXICANS WHERE WE RUN FROM COPS AFTER THE G-RIDE CRASH-WITH HOT HANDS-FULL OF STOLEN CASH-AND GREEN SACS-FRESH FROM THE GREEN ISLAND-MY PERSONAL PARKING LOT FOR MY G-RIDAHS-SHE MOB G-CODE THANKS TO MY MAGICAL TOADSTOOL-WITH IT IN HER MOUTH SHE COULD NEVER OF TOLD OR STOOLED-SHE MY HORNY TOAD HER THRONE MY STOOL-I GIVE HER THE ORIGINAL HOODSTAR ETERNAL GLOW-SHE THE BRIGHTEST STAR IN THE LIGHTEST NIGHT TO BURN ALL COSMOS-ALL YOU SUPER HEROES TAKE YOUR CAPE OFF-WE'LL BE STEPPING ON YOU WALKING ALL OVER YOU IN OUR SHARK SKINNED BOOTS ON MADE BOSS-BECAUSE YOU MIGHT END UP IN A BELLY OF SOME SHARKS NEAR CAPE COD-WE SEND YA TO YOUR FAKE GOD-LIKE A LAME FRAUD-HOW YA PRAYING FOR THE LAKE OR SWAMP-TO ME THE LAKESHOW BOSS-LEADER OF THE LEAN MEAN GREEN FOREVER GLADEZ MOB-WE FRY YOUR BEACON SIGNALS-LIKE DEEP FRIED BACON PIG HAUL-EAT YA UP AND TAKE YA OFF THE MAP-SEND YA TO ANTI BLEEPLAND-YOU COULDN'T BE MY ENEMY YOU AIN'T THAT RAW-ALL THE RAW NINJAZ ON MY SIDE SO HOW YOU GONNA DRAW?-I PIMP SWEET LESBIAN FEMALES FOR THEY BREAD CALL ME BIN BIN-I'M THEY ASIAN CRACKER SLAVE MASTER ON BIG BEN BEN-THEY LOVE MY WALNUT SHRIMP DISH-THEY SAY IT'S ON HIT HIT-THAT'S HOW I GET MY FAST GREEN CASH LIKE PANDA EXPRESS ON A LEAF EATING BINGE QUICC-WE LEGENDS LIKE THE DIRTY HOOD TEC-SMOKING TOO MANY ROCCS WITH THE HOMIEZ IN THE SET-WE LOOKING LIKE THE GREAT WALL OF CHINA IN DA WEST-WE TURNED THE WOODEN FENCE ON PARAMOUNT INTO STRAIGHT BRICCS-IT WAS LOOKING LIKE HILL ROAD WE RAISING THE DEAD WHO NEEDS THE RESURECTION-WE SHINE BRIGHT LIKE CHRIST WITHOUT THE EASTER MORNING RESURECTION-EVERYDAY ALL DAY WITH THE LIGHT OF KINETICS-I BURN THE TRACCS WITH THE PYROTECHINZ-KILLA CAL BEES WE STING SHRIMPS FOR THEY CHIPS-LIKE CALBEE SHRIMP CHIPS-I'M ON TIME LIKE OMAX-GIVE HER THAT GOOD FEEL LIKE WATERJETS HAVE HER ETERNALLY SAYING OMAX-I'M GOOD FOR HER HEALTH CALL ME ULTRA PURE OMEGA 3 HAVE HER SAYING IN TRIPLES OMAX-I'M HER MASSAGER SHE CALL ME THE OMAX-I MAKE HER SHINE TIGHT LIKE THE LIGHTING BOLT ON THE PHOTOGRAPHS OF THE OMEN-WHEN I MAKE HER ORGASM TO THE BIG FRENCH DEATH LIKE KAMASUTRA'S CHOSEN-WHEN SHE BUST IT'S THE SHORES ON THE COAST THAT'S GOLDEN-PLUS EVERY SQUIRT SCENE MOMENT-FILMED IN THE FREAK DISTRICT OF POLAND-
MY RESTAURANT CHAIN GOTTA BE CALLED JESUS LAST SUPPER-THE WAY I SHINE TIGHT LIKE MY CHAIN ON DIAMOND EXCHANGE CLUSTER-I SIT ON HOES IN MY BEANBAG-THEY JUMPINING BEANS FLY MOTH GIRLS ON LEAN MANG-THEY MY PHANTOM UPSCENE FANS-THEY LOVE HOW I TAKE THEM TO THE OBSCENE LANDS-I'M OUT FOR THE FORTUNE ON MY JAN VAN GOYEN-ON SOME DUTCH MASTER GOLDEN-THE AGE OF SELL SOME RARE TULIPS LIKE RARE FLOWERS ON DA BOYZ-CRUSH UP THE PROFITS 309 TIMES AND FEED MY COIS-RARE TULIP BULBS SHINE SO BRIGHT-CUZ AIN'T NUTHIN BUT EXOTIC PUSSY ON MY MIND-HOELAND OR HOLLAND-EITHER WAY SELLING MAGICAL RARE FLOWERS OR PIMPIN WE THUG BALLIN-SPELL BINDER MY NINJAZ WITH ALL OF THEM-I G.O.T CONTROL OF THE GAME OF THRONES-I MELT JON SNOW-WITH MY HOTHEAD BLACC ANGRY BIRD CLONES-WE KAMIKAZE EXLPODE-SUCC THE DEVINE WIND OUT THEY SOULS-I'M JOHN SNOW-WITH ALL THE FLOW-I GOT THE CURE FOR THEM RAPPERS DEHYDRATION AND FOR THEM HOES THIRST-OPPOSITE OF A MISERABLE DEATH ON THIS EARTH-I PUMP HOES LIKE BROADSTREET PUMP-I CLEAN IT WITH MY LEAN FLOW AND TAKE THEM TO DA HEAVENLY PUBS-I SPREAD MY SICCNESS TO THE RED RUM-MAKE IT WELL OFF IN THIS LIFE IN EVERY CUP-TURN IT INTO THE PUREST WATER LIKE ALPINE GEYSERS CUZZ-WE GOT DAT DOPEALEAN-WAY MORE STRONGER THEN DOPEAMEAN-THIS IS YETTIBURG-FEEL THE FOREVER HEAVY BURR-SPILL THE PAIN ON DA TRACC LIKE GETTYSBURG-YOU GOTTA FEEL OUR PAIN FROM THE LEVEL 4 HOLE TO THE TURF-YOUR MINI BALLS WEIGH NOTHING-WE PUSHING WITH PIRATES OF THE CARRIBEAN CANNONBALLS LIKE IT AIN'T NOTHING-DO IT LIKE YATARO-BUILD IT UP LIKE DA HOOD BY THE STEELE YARD LOAD-I'M AIRTIGHT EVEN IF I WAS BROKE LIKE A YOUNG GOODYEAR-I SPIT SULFUR LEAN IN DA HOOD WIT NO FEAR-ALL THEM BAD HOES ARE RUBBERS THEY LOVE MY RUBBER TREE LIKE A GOOD BEER-LIKE WHITE COWKAIYA-I'M THERE GOLDEN STATE KILLA CALBOY YEAH-WE ON POP LIKE ROSWELL'S HYBRID CORN-HOW YOU THINK THE WORLD WAS BORN-LIKE THE NEW ERA OUT OF GOD'S NUCLEUS SEED CORE-WE COVER THE EARTH LIKE NITROGYN-MIX IT IN THE DERTY FERT THEN WE GROW NITRO MEN-ON GO LEAN GREEN MEAN THIRD ARMY-FROM THE RICHEST PARTS OF THE WORLD TO THE POOREST PARTS OF DA TURF SCENE-I FEED HER MY HYBRID CORN WHEN THE DROUGHT HIT-NITROGYN ON HER BIB-GOT HER FEELIN WELL OVERFED-TO THE GAME OVER DEATH-THE MURPHY BED COMING DOWN QUICC-HOW I PICC HER MURPH RIP-THEN SHINE BRIGHT-LIKE THE STREET LIGHTS OUR NIGHT LIGHTS-I'M A FOREVER ISO IMAGE OF NITROGYN PERMANENTLY IMPRINTED ON THE GLOBE-BLUERAY LIKE THE WATER CONTENT OF THE EARTH THANKS TO MY FLOW-FRESH FROM THE O-ZONE BIO DOME-EAT YOUR BEANS YOUNGSTAS YO FLOW RUNNING OUT OF GAS-IT'S NOTHING BUT FREE WATER TO ME FRESH OUT THE TAP-I GREW UP WITH MEXICANS WHERE WE RUN FROM COPS AFTER THE G-RIDE CRASH-WITH HOT HANDS-FULL OF STOLEN CASH-AND GREEN SACS-FRESH FROM THE GREEN ISLAND-MY PERSONAL PARKING LOT FOR MY G-RIDAHS-SHE MOB G-CODE THANKS TO MY MAGICAL TOADSTOOL-WITH IT IN HER MOUTH SHE COULD NEVER OF TOLD OR STOOLED-SHE MY HORNY TOAD HER THRONE MY STOOL-I GIVE HER THE ORIGINAL HOODSTAR ETERNAL GLOW-SHE THE BRIGHTEST STAR IN THE LIGHTEST NIGHT TO BURN ALL COSMOS-ALL YOU SUPER HEROES TAKE YOUR CAPE OFF-WE'LL BE STEPPING ON YOU WALKING ALL OVER YOU IN OUR SHARK SKINNED BOOTS ON MADE BOSS-BECAUSE YOU MIGHT END UP IN A BELLY OF SOME SHARKS NEAR CAPE COD-WE SEND YA TO YOUR FAKE GOD-LIKE A LAME FRAUD-HOW YA PRAYING FOR THE LAKE OR SWAMP-TO ME THE LAKESHOW BOSS-LEADER OF THE LEAN MEAN GREEN FOREVER GLADEZ MOB-WE FRY YOUR BEACON SIGNALS-LIKE DEEP FRIED BACON PIG HAUL-EAT YA UP AND TAKE YA OFF THE MAP-SEND YA TO ANTI BLEEPLAND-YOU COULDN'T BE MY ENEMY YOU AIN'T THAT RAW-ALL THE RAW NINJAZ ON MY SIDE SO HOW YOU GONNA DRAW?-I PIMP SWEET LESBIAN FEMALES FOR THEY BREAD CALL ME BIN BIN-I'M THEY ASIAN CRACKER SLAVE MASTER ON BIG BEN BEN-THEY LOVE MY WALNUT SHRIMP DISH-THEY SAY IT'S ON HIT HIT-THAT'S HOW I GET MY FAST GREEN CASH LIKE PANDA EXPRESS ON A LEAF EATING BINGE QUICC-WE LEGENDS LIKE THE DIRTY HOOD TEC-SMOKING TOO MANY ROCCS WITH THE HOMIEZ IN THE SET-WE LOOKING LIKE THE GREAT WALL OF CHINA IN DA WEST-WE TURNED THE WOODEN FENCE ON PARAMOUNT INTO STRAIGHT BRICCS-IT WAS LOOKING LIKE HILL ROAD WE RAISING THE DEAD WHO NEEDS THE RESURECTION-WE SHINE BRIGHT LIKE CHRIST WITHOUT THE EASTER MORNING RESURECTION-EVERYDAY ALL DAY WITH THE LIGHT OF KINETICS-I BURN THE TRACCS WITH THE PYROTECHINZ-KILLA CAL BEES WE STING SHRIMPS FOR THEY CHIPS-LIKE CALBEE SHRIMP CHIPS-I'M ON TIME LIKE OMAX-GIVE HER THAT GOOD FEEL LIKE WATERJETS HAVE HER ETERNALLY SAYING OMAX-I'M GOOD FOR HER HEALTH CALL ME ULTRA PURE OMEGA 3 HAVE HER SAYING IN TRIPLES OMAX-I'M HER MASSAGER SHE CALL ME THE OMAX-I MAKE HER SHINE TIGHT LIKE THE LIGHTING BOLT ON THE PHOTOGRAPHS OF THE OMEN-WHEN I MAKE HER ORGASM TO THE BIG FRENCH DEATH LIKE KAMASUTRA'S CHOSEN-WHEN SHE BUST IT'S THE SHORES ON THE COAST THAT'S GOLDEN-PLUS EVERY SQUIRT SCENE MOMENT-FILMED IN THE FREAK DISTRICT OF POLAND-
Lyrics submitted by KRC-Roseland Ent-The Pac-Planet9
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