LYRICS (For Jet Star and The Kobra Kid Traffic Report): Bad news from the zones tumbleweeds it looks like jet star and the kobra kid had a clash with an exterminator that went all costa rica and uh, got themselves ghosted, dusted out on route guano so it's time to hit the red line and up thrust the volume out there, keep your boots tight, keep your gun close and die with your mask on if you got to. Here is the traffic... LYRICS (For Party Poison): Yeah Everybody pay attention to me I got the answer I got the answer We'll rock it to ya with a capital D/G/T So get your hands up So get your hands up Ain't nobody gonna dance tonight Ain't nobody gonna get the best of me Saint Peter come and save my soul I've come to show you how we rock and roll Come and see what sinks and floats Jumping up till everybody knows Ain't a party Get off the dance floor You wanna get down I want a gang war You do it alright You got the answer And all the good times Will give you cancer Alright do it again Or maybe kill ourselves but live again With the lights off do it again Till you cuss and you dance and your famous friend's flown away Time to beat it when the harmony plays So get your hands up So get your hands up Right after me you want to kick up you're dead (?) So play a 5th note Play a 5th note Ain't nobody gonna take my life Ain't nobody gonna get the best of me Saint Peter come and save me now Saint Peter gonna show you how Everybody do the party theme I am gonna Show you what we've got <b>...</b>