Hérna eru fleiri lög eftir Phoebe , lögin eru kannski frekar stutt en þau eru samt frábær ! :

Fetus:
Are you in there little fetus?
In nine months will you come greet us?
I will buy you some Adidas

Blackout:
New York City has no power
And the milk is getting sour
But to me that is not scary
Cause I stay away from dairy
La-la-la-la-la-la…

My Coma Guy:
You don't have to be awake to be my man
As long as you have brain waves I'll be there to hold your hand.
Though we just met the other day
There's something I have go to say…

Babies:
They're tiny and chubby and so sweet to touch
Soon they'll grow up and resent you so much
Now they're yelling at you and you don't know why
And you cry and you cry and you cry
And you cry and you cry…

In the Shower:
I'm in the shower and I'm writing a song
Stop me if you've heard it
My skin is soapy and my hair is wet
And tegrin spelled backward is nirget.
Lather, rinse, repeat
Lather, rinse, repeat
Lather, rinse, repeat
(pása)
As needed!

Don´t:
There'll be times when you get older
And you'll want to sleep with people
Just to make them like you
But DON'T
Cause that's another thing that you don't wanna do
That's another thing that you don't wanna do

Bi-sexuals:
Sometimes men love women
And sometimes men love men
Then there are bi-sexuals
Though some just say they're kidding themselves
La-la-la-la-la-la…..

Barnyard Animals:
Oh the cow in the meadow goes “moo”
Oh the cow in the meadow goes “moo”
Then the farmer hits him on the head and grinds him up
And that's how we get hamburgers.
Nowwwww chickens!

Sticky Shoes: (Lagið var sungið með Leslie)
My favourite shoes so good to me
I wear them everyday
Down at the heel, holes in the toe
Don't care what people say
My feet's best friend, pals to the end
With them I'm one hot chicky
Though late one night
Not much light
I stepped in something icky

(Viðlag)
Sticky shoes, sticky shoes
Always makes me smile
Sticky shoes, sticky shoes
Next time I'll avoid the pile

Og svo eitt lag enn:

Parading Goats:
Parading goats are parading,
Parading down the street.
Parading goats are parading,
Leaving little treats.

Takk fyrir mig ;o)