Live at the Iron Duke

Saccity-Sac

Greg: Ex-Masturbator

Greg: Masturbator

Flowertown

My Mom Is a Dentist (and Joe sings through a telephone)

Lemme Be Your Hog

Why I’ll Never Have Another Girlfriend

Dinger Sofa

Touchie Feelie

Not-So-Funny, Kinda Boring, Corny

Free Willy’s Burping

Do You Know the Way to Become a San Jose?

We Know What It Takes to Write Pop Songs, Honkey Lips

Don’t Fuck With the Ghost

If Spankin’ It Were an Olympic Event, I Would Be Sponsored by Nike (Or Maybe Kleenex)

Sprouts

One Fish, Two Fish

What All Americans Think of Australia

Happy Birthday

BrushaBrushaBrusha

When Your Something, Something…

Burnt Toast

I Wanna Be a Gladiator

My Baby Knows How to Moonwalk

She Left Me for a Gameshow Host Blues

The Guitar Is Not a Toy

Bikini High Pool Party Massacre

Egg Sandwich

We’re Not Getting Any Nuder

Satan Is Tops

When I Squeeze My Nose I Sound Like Axl Rose

We Are Nancy Vandal and We Love You

Let’s Go Out and Hire Us a Blow Up Billy Ray Cyrus

There’s No ‘I’ in Rock

(We Are) Disgruntled

Ray Martin Has a Shed Full of Giant Robotic Killer Wasps

What Eggs Architect

Tourette’s Counting Song

Piss in My Weet-Bix