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Flight of the Conchords performing their song "Business Time."

If you want me to I could hang 'round with you If I only knew That's what you're into. You and him Him and you If that's what You're into Him hanging 'round Around you You're hanging 'round Yeah, you're there too. And if you want me to I will take off all my clothes for you I will take off all my clothes for you If that's what you're into How 'bout him In the nude? If that's what You're into. In the nude in front of you Is that what you'd wanna view? If it's cool with you I'll let you get naked too It could be a dream come true Providing that's what you are into Is that what You're into? Him and you In the nude? That's what he's prepared to do Is that the kind of thing you think you might be into? And then maybe later We get hot by the refrigerator In the kitchen next to the pantry You think that might be what you fancy? In the buff Being rude Doing stuff With the food Getting lewd With his food We heard that's what you are into Then on our next date Well, you could bring your roommate I don't know if Stu is keen to But if you want we could double-team you How about you And two dudes? Him, you and Stu In the nude Being lewd with two dudes with food Well, that's if Stu's into it, too All the things I'd do The things I'd do for you If I only knew That's what you're into Lyrics credit: whatthefolk.net

Lyrics from whatthefolk.net I'm the mother flippin' Rhymenocerous My beats are fly and the birds are on my back And I'm horny I'm horny If you choose to proceed you will indeed concede Cos I hit you with my flow The Wild Rhino Stampede. I'm not just wild, I'm trained, Domesticated I was raised by a rapper and rhino that dated And subsequently procreated That's how it goes Here's the Hiphopopotamus The hip hop hippo They call me the Hiphopopotamus My lyrics are bottomless They call me the Hiphopopotamus Flows that glow like phosphorous Poppin' off the top of this esophagus Rockin' this metropolis I'm not a large water-dwelling mammal Where did you get that preposterous hypothesis? Did Steve tell you that, perchance? Steve. My rhymes and records they don't get played Because my records and rhymes they don't get made And if you rap like me you don't get paid And if you roll like me you don't get laid. My rhymes are so potent that in this small segment I made all of the ladies in the area pregnant Yes, sometimes my lyrics are sexist But you lovely bitches and hoes should know I'm trying to correct this. Other rappers dis me Say my rhymes are sissy. Why? Why? Why? What? Why exactly? What? Why? Be more constructive with your feedback, please. Why? Why? Why, because I rap about reality? Like me and my grandma drinking a cup of tea? There ain't no party like my nanna's tea party. Hey! Ho! I'm the motherflippin' I'm the motherflippin' I'm the motherflippin' Who's the motherflippin? I'm the motherflippin' I'm the motherflippin' I'm the motherflippin' Motherflippin'

The mighty folk comedy duo New Zealand's Flight Of The Conchords proform their song "Humans Are Dead" Enjoy

Exclusive YouTube premiere: Flight of the Conchords video for "Ladies of the World" from their self-titled LP on Sub Pop Records and the HBO series "Flight of the Conchords". Directed by Nima Nourizadeh / Partizan

Daves party, Most beautiful girl in the room

Flight Of The Conchords - Jenny

Flight of the Conchords - Hiphopopotamus vs. Rhymenoceros

Hey there Bret, I see you're looking down. Don't wanna see my little buddy down with a frown, Just because I get more women than you, Well that's only because they don't know you like I do. Sure you weedy, and kinda shy, But some girly out there must be needy for a weedy shy guy, They want you as they needle when they're rolling in the hay, So just hear me out when I say... Bret you got it going on! The ladies'll get to know your sexuality when they get to know your personality. I said Bret you got it going ooon! Not in a gay way, just in a "hey mate I wanted to say that your looking ok mate!" Why can't a heterosexual guy tell a heterosexual guy that he thinks his booty is fly? Not all the time obviously, Just when he's got a problem with his self-esteem. Don't let anyone tell you you're not humpable, Because you're bumpable, Well I hope this doesn't make you feel uncomfortable, If I say you got a "boom ow ow" come on Bret help me out now. Bret you got it going on! (Got it going on) That's the conclusion that I've come to, But that doesn't mean that I wanna Bum you. Bret you got it going ooon! (Got it going on...) No doubt about it we'd be going crazay if one of us was lucky enough to be born a lady. OH, if one of us was a lady! And I was your man, if I was your man. Well sometimes It gets lonely and I ne-ed a woman, And then I imagine you with some bosoms. In fact, one time when we were touring and I was feeling really lonely, And we were sharing that twin room in the hotel, I put a wig on you while you were sleeping, put a wig on you. And I just lay there and spooned you. Bret, you got it going on.

Too many mutha uckas Uckin' with my shi- There's too many mutha uckas Uckin' with my shi- Uckin' with my shi- Too many mutha uckas Uckin' with my shi- With my shi- How many mutha uckas? Too many to count Mutha uckas I pay my mutha uckin' rent fortnightly Mutha uckas at the bank trying to play me And I'm out for my account 'Cause out on A.P On AP Yeah, you know me Mutha ucka charge a two buck transaction fee Makes my payment short My rent comes back to me Minus a twenty-five dollar penalty So you'll see me 'cause of your mutha uckin' fee Read the words On my ATM slip, it said We're all mutha uckas And we're uckin' with your shi- Too many mutha uckas Uckin' with my shi- My transaction shi-! There's too many mutha uckas Uckin' with my shi- My weekly statement shi-! My weekly statement shi-! Too many mutha uckas Uckin' with my shi- With my balance shi-! How many mutha uckas? Too many to count Mutha uckas The mutha ucka runs a racist uckin' grocery The mutha ucka won't sell an apple to a Kiwi The shi- fight's gonna get vicious and malicious Cut the cra- ... I need my red delicious Tells me as a Kiwi that my money isn't valid Gonna dice the mutha ucka like a mutha uckin' fruit salad Then... ... Granny Smith... ... ...an avocado... ... b-... -a... ... ...a mango... ... Then pop an apple in his ass, yeah! Too many mutha uckas Uckin' with my shi- I'm gonna juice the mutha ucka There's too many mutha uckas Uckin' with my shi- He's gonna wake up in a smoothie Too many mutha uckas Uckin' with my (beatboxing) Everybody come on! Too many mutha uckas uckin' with my shhhhh Lyrics credit: whatthefolk.net

Oh my God. She's so hot. She's so flippin' hot. She's like a curry. I want to tell her how hot she is, but she'll think I'm being sexist. She's so hot she's making me sexist. Bitch. I think I need a 1983 Casio DG-20 electric guitar Set to electric mandolin Some drums Yeah Hear me now! I see you with a sign I want to boom like it's never been done Bust moves like the click boom of a gun My beats stay locked and my eyes are zooming My feet start tweaking and my body's booming The first day of boom and the flowers are blooming Booty boom bass and the party is booming Boom ba-boom like a rocket taking off to the moon Boom boom like a bride and boom-ah See you shaking that boom boom See you looking at my boom boom See you want some boom boom It's clear it's boom time Boom boom Let me buy you a boom boom You order a fancy boom You like boom And I like boom Enough small boom let's boom the boom-ah Fast-forward, selecta Now we're rolling on a boom boom Riding to my private room And we boom whats boom and we both assume We're gonna boom boom boom 'til the break of boom Who's the boom king? Who? I'm the boom king. What? Who's the boom king? Tell me now. I'm the boom king He's the boom king My phone is beeping, it's B-boom Boom He's back from ten years doom and gloom He said he had his boom chopped off in the boom But the crazy boom still loves to boom Unzip the boom and the lens goes boom Your b-boom drops Ba-boom ba-boom boom We both get freaky and my boom gets leaky Then we boom boom boom boom Boom boom boom Who's the boom king? Who? I'm the boom king What? Who's the boom king? Hah! I'm the boom king Bret's the boom king

Flight of the Conchords performing their song "Albi."

Bowie's in space Bowie's in space What you doing out there, man? That's pretty freaky, Bowie Isn't it cold out in space, Bowie? Do you want to borrow my jumper, Bowie? Does the space cold make your nipples go pointy, Bowie? Do you use your pointy nipples as telescopic antennae to transmit data back to Earth? Bet you do, you freaky old bastard you Hey Bowie, do you have one really funky sequined space suit? Or do you have several ch-changes? Do you smoke grass out in space, Bowie? Or do they smoke Astroturf? Ooh! Receiving transmission from David Bowie's nipple antennae Do you read me, Lieutenant Bowie? This is Bowie to Bowie Do you hear me out there, man? This is Bowie back to Bowie I read you loud and clear, man Ooh yeah, man! Your signal's weak on my radar screen How far out are you, man? I'm pretty far out That's pretty far out, man Ooh- ah- ooh! I'm orbiting Pluto Ooh- ah- ooh! Drawn in by its groovitational (Groovitational pull) I'm jamming out with the Mick Jagger-nauts Ooh, and they think it's pretty cool Are you okay, Bowie? What was that sound? I don't know, man Ooh, it's the craziest scene Yeah, I'm picking it up on my LSD screen Can you see the stratosphere ringing? To the choir of Afronauts singing Bowie's in space Bowie's in space Bowie Bowie Bowie Bowie Bowie Bowie Bowie's in space Bowie Bowie Bowie Bowie Bowie Bowie Eena-ma-ma-meena-mina-mowie Phasers on funky Eena-ma-ma-meena-mina-mowie Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-Bowie's in Space Lyrics credit: whatthefolk.net

The mighty folk comedy duo New Zealand's Flight Of The Conchords proform their acid tribute to David Bowie. Enjoy

There's children on the street using guns and knives Taking drugs and each other's lives Killing each other with knives and forks Calling each other names like 'dork' There's people on the street getting diseases from monkeys Yeah, that's what I said - they're getting diseases from monkeys Now there's junkies with monkey disease Who's touching these monkeys, please Leave these poor sick monkeys alone They've got problems enough as it is. Man's lying on the street Some punk's chopped off his head I'm the only one who stops To see if he's dead Mmm... Turns out he's dead. And that's why I'm singing What...what is wrong with the world today? What is wrong with the world today? (Jemaine mumbles) What...what is wrong with the world today? You gotta think about it Think think about it. Good cops been framed and put into a can. All the money that we're making is going to the man. What man? Which man? Who's the man? When's a man a man? What makes a man a man? Am I a man? Yes. Technically I am. They're turning kids into slaves just to make cheaper sneakers. But hat's the real cost? 'Cause the sneakers don't seem that much cheaper. Why are we still paying so much for sneakers When you got them made by little slave kids What are your overheads? Well, at the end of your life, you're lucky if die, Sometimes I wonder why we even try. I saw a man lying on the street half dead With knives and forks sticking out of his leg. And he said, "Ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow Can somebody get that knife and fork out of my leg, please? Can somebody please remove these cutleries from my knees?" And then we break it down. This is where we break it down Ooh This is where we break it down Aah This is where we do the whoa-o-o-o Break it down This is where we build it up now We build it up now We build it up now We build it up now We build it up now Build it up And then we stop Lyrics credit: whatthefolk.net

From Flight Of The Conchords, Season 1 Episode 11

Conchords performing Beautiful Girl on the Letterman Show June 12 2007

J: Je voudrais une croissant J: Je suis enchante J: Ou est le bibliotheque? J: Voila mon passport J: Ah, Gerard Depardieu B + J:Un baguette, ah ha ha, oh oh oh oh B: Ba Ba ba-ba Bow! B: Foux da fa fa Foux da fa fa fa fa Foux da fa fa Ah ee ah B: Foux da fa fa Foux da fa fa fa fa Foux da fa fa Ah ee ah B: Et maintenant le voyage a la supermarche! B: Le pamplemousse (grapefruit) B: Ananas (pineapple) B: Jus d'orange B: Boeuf B: Soup du jour B: Le camembert B: Jacque Cousteau B: Baguettte J: Mais oui J: Bon jour F: Bon jour J: Bon jour F: Bon jour, monsieur J: Bonjour mon petit bureau de change B: Ca va? L: Ca va. B: Ca va? L: Ca va. B: Voila -- le conversation a la parc. B: Ou est le livre? J: A la bibliotheque B: Et le musique dance? J: Et le discotheque. B: Et le discotheque J: C'est ci, baby! J: Un, deux, trois, quatre B: Ba ba ba-ba bow! All: Foux da fa fa Foux da fa fa fa fa Foux da fa fa Ah ee ah Foux da fa fa Foux da fa fa fa fa Foux da fa fa Ah ee ah F: Ou est le piscine? J: Pardon moi? F: Ou'est le piscine? J: ...Uh... F: Splish splash J: ...Uh... F: Eh... J: Je ne comprends pas. F: Parlez-vous le francais? J: Eh? F: Eh? Parlez-vous le francais? J: Uh ....No. F: Hmmm. B: Foux da fa fa Foux da fa fa fa fa Foux da fa fa Ah ee ah Ba ba ba-ba bow! Lyrics credit: whatthefolk.net

Inner city life, inner city pressure The concrete world is starting to get ya The city is alive, the city is expanding, Living in the city can be demanding, You've pawned everything, everything you own, Your toothbrush, jar, and a camera phone You don't know where you're going You cross the street You don't know why you did, You walk back across the street. Standing in the sitting room, totally skint And your favorite jersey is covered in lint You want to sit down, but you sold your chair So you just stand there You just stand there You just stand there Inner Inner city Inner city pressure Inner city pressure Counting coins on the counter of the 7-11, From a quarter past six 'til a quarter to seven, The manager Bevan starts to abuse me Hey man, I just want some Muesli, Neon signs, hidden messages, Questions, answers, fetishes, You know you're not in high finance, Considering getting second hand underpants, Check your mind, how'd it get so bad? What happened to those other underpants you had, Look in your pockets, haven't found a cent yet, Landlords on your balls, have you paid your rent yet? Inner Inner city Inner city pressure Inner city pressure So you think maybe you'll be a prostitute, Just to pay for your lessons, you're learning the flute, The ladies won't pay you very much for this, Looks like you'll never be a concert flautist, You don't measure up to the expectation When you're unemployed there's no vacation No one cares, no one sympathizes You just stay home and play synthesizers. Inner Inner city Inner city pressure Inner city pressure Inner Inner city Inner city pressure Inner city pressure

Flight of the Conchords performing their song "Issues." If you're curious, I'd recommend whatthefolk.net, they have great FotC video, audio, & more.

J: Ooohhh....ooooh.... I just wanna, I just wanna B: Just wanna do something special for all the Ladies in the World J: Oh yes (J) B: Just wanna do somethin' special J: Ah (J) B: For all the Ladies in the world J: Is that possible? (J) B: And the gir-rls Don't forget them girls J: Caribbean B: (Ladies) J: Parisian B: (Ladies) J: Bolivian B: (Ladies) J: Namibian B: (Ladies) J: Eastern Indochinian B: (Ladies) J: Republic of Dominican B: (Ladies) J: Amphibian B: (Ladies) J: Presbyterian B: (Ladies) J: Outta sight B: Amazin' ladies J: Late night B: Hard workin' ladies J: Erudite B: Brainy ladies J: Hermaphrodite B: Lady-man-ladies J: Oh you sexy hermaphrodite lady-man-ladies With your sexy lady bits And your sexy man bits too Even you must be in to you ooo ooo B+J: All the ladies in the world I wanna get next to you Show you some gratitude By makin' love to you it's the least we can do... B+J: If every soldier in the wo-orld Put down his weapon and picked up a woman What a peaceful world this world would be-eee... B+J: Redheads not warheads Blondes not bombs We're talkin' about brunettes not fighter jets J: Oooh Oooh it's got to be Sweet 16's not M-16's When will the governments realize it's got to be funky sexy ladies? B: I have a vision and all I can see Is all of you with 'a all of me In a world of peace and harmony Where every lady gets a little piece of Bret-y J: I've been to Paris, Wellington and Amsterdam And a wham-bam, Merci, Danke, thank 'a you ma'm I don't care if you're ugly or you're skanky or you're small I just wanna do a little something special for y'all... B + J:All the ladies, in the world, you deserve it, Girrrrrrl... Lyrics credit: whatthefolk.net

Flight of the Conchords- I'm Not Crying Ep 1

Flight of the Conchords - Business Time

Lives are like retractable pencils If you push them too hard they're gonna break And people are like paper dolls Paper dolls and people, they're a similar shape Hmm hmm hm Love is like a roll of tape It's real good for making two things one But just like that roll of tape Love sometimes breaks off before you were done Another way that love is similar to tape That I've noticed Is sometimes it's hard to see the end You search on the roll (search on the roll) Search on the roll (searching round the roll) Search on the roll (search) With your fingernail Again and again And again and again And again. Brown paper, white paper Stick it together with the tape The tape of love The sticky stuff Brown paper, white paper Stick it together with tape The tape of love The sticky stuff. People people Chorus: Brown paper, white paper Paper paper Stick it together with tape Paper paper The tape of love People people People people Pencil pencil Pencil pencil Paper paper Put the pencil to the paper Give the paper to the people Let the people read about the sello tape Oh baby baby Yeah You know, Jemaine, I've been thinking about love. And I guess it's the very stron- gest adhesive. Oh sorry, Bret. Were you talking to me? I was humming. What did you say? Oh, just...nothing. Brown paper, white paper Stick it together with tape The tape of love The sticky stuff Yeah Ooh brown Brown paper, white paper Stick it together with tape The tape of love Say it Sticky Stick stick Stick it together Ye-yeah Lyrics credit: whatthefolk.net

From the 12th and final ep on Season 1 :(