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Rating: When we talk about the Queers today, we think of one of the best pop punk bands of the '90s: lots of melody, fun lyrics, and an irredeemably carefree attitude. However, it wasn't always like this. At the beginning of their career, they dedicated themselves to a raw punk rock with a decidedly seventies-era influence, which landed them in compilations like Killed By Death.
It all started in 1982 in Portsmouth where Joe Queer (vocals and guitar), Wimpy (drums), and Tulu (bass) decided to form a punk rock band between drinks at the Starlight club. The name The Queers was chosen to piss off both the local art scene and the town's hicks. Barely enough time to pick up their instruments and they self-produced their first EP “Love Me,” poorly played and even worse recorded (but what the hell, it's punk rock, right?): the result was still unripe and definitely raw and minimalistic, two chords and off they went, but it contained great tracks like “We’d Have A Riot Doing Heroin,” “Fagtown,” “I Want Cunt” that showcased the provocative and defiant attitude of the early Queers.
After a short break, in 1984, they changed lineup (this time Wimpy took over vocals, Tulu moved to guitar, and their friend Keith was called in to play drums) and gave birth to a new EP, “Kicked Out Of The Webelos,” a masterpiece of seventies-era punk rock! The Queers had significantly improved from their early days, the sound, while remaining quite raw, was less sparse and more solid and compact. Wimpy’s acid and hoarse voice was another step forward, and tracks like “Kicked Out Of The Webelos,” “Tuly Is A Wimp,” “I Don’t Wanna Work,” “This Place Sucks,” “I’m Useless” are true gems of tight and wild punk rock (this 7” would be included in one of the Killed By Death compilations), covered by bands like the New Bomb Turks, Teengenerate, and (legend has it) even the Ramones. After this exceptional EP, the Queers survived just a few concerts before breaking up and going their separate ways.
Almost ten years have passed; in the meantime, in 1990, Joe reformed the Queers, and they became one of the leading bands of Lookout and pop punk in general. Then in 1993, Wimpy returned to town for vacation and joined the new Queers (besides the usual Joe on guitar and vocals, there were Harlan on guitar, B-Face on bass, and Hugh on drums) as a singer to record two new EPs “Too Dumb To Quit” and “Look Ma, No Flannel” (a brilliant title when you think it came out in the middle of the grunge explosion) and a live session at radio W4MU4. Sure, they were no longer the raw band of their beginnings; the sounds were more refined, and there was more space for melody. However, maybe due to Wimpy’s voice or nostalgia for the old days, compared to the other Queers albums of the period (still excellent but decidedly more pop), these are undeniably harder and punk and, in my opinion, even better. Just listen to tracks like “Wimpy Drives Through Harlem,” “I Like Young Girls,” “Nobody Likes Me,” “Nothing To Do,” “Meat Wagon,” “Don’t Puke” to realize it.
As the savviest among you have already noticed, “A Day Later And A Dollar Short” collects these very EPs and is absolutely unmissable for understanding how great the early Queers were, even if just for an EP like “Kicked Out Of The Webelos.”
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
04 I Want Cunt (00:23)
I want cunt; I want now.
I want cunt; I want now.
I want cunt; I want now.
I want cunt; I want now.
07 Kicked Out of the Webelos (01:24)
This is something no one knows.
Kicked out of the Webelos.
Do you think it really shows?
Kicked out of the Webelos.
Punched her in her snotty nose.
Kicked out of the Webelos.
Daddy beat me with a hose.
Kicked out of the Webelos.
Well, I guess that's the way it goes.
Kicked out of the Webelos, go!
This is something no one knows.
Kicked out of the Webelos.
Do you think it really shows?
Kicked out of the Webelos.
Punched her in her snotty nose.
Kicked out of the Webelos.
Daddy beat me with a hose.
Kicked out of the Webelos.
Well, I guess that's the way it goes.
Kicked out of the Webelos.
Kicked out of the Webelos.
Kicked out of the Webelos.
Out of the Webelos.
10 I Spent the Rent (00:24)
I spent the rent; I ain't got a cent.
I spent the rent; I ain't got a cent.
I spent the rent; I ain't got a cent.
I spent the rent; I ain't got a cent.
13 This Place Sucks (00:52)
This place sucks!
This place sucks!
This place sucks!
This place sucks!
I don't know just where to go.
There's things I don't wanna know.
I don't know what we can do,
But this place sucks.
This place sucks!
This place sucks!
This place sucks!
There's only so much I can give.
My brain is getting ?
There's really nowhere else to live,
But this place sucks
This place sucks!
This place sucks!
This place sucks!
14 Wimpy Drives Through Harlem (01:23)
1-2-3-4
Wimpy drives through Harlem.
Watch him; there he goes.
Wimpy drives through Harlem.
Passing down the road oh way oh.
Yeah, Wimpy drives through Harlem.
Watch him; there he goes.
Wimpy drives through Harlem.
Passing down the road oh way oh.
1-2-3-4
Yeah, Wimpy drives through Harlem.
Watch him; there he goes.
Wimpy drives through Harlem.
Passing down the road oh way oh.
17 Nobody Likes Me (02:00)
Cut my hair and try to fit in.
I hang around, but I just can't win, oh no.
I don't know just what to say,
But I want things to go my way, oh yeah.
I want to, just can't, I want to, just can't fit in.
I want to, just can't, I want to, just can't fit in.
Oh no.
'Cause nobody likes me, nobody likes me.
Nobody likes me, nobody likes me.
Nobody likes me, nobody likes me.
Nobody likes me, nobody likes me.
I don't know just what to do,
But I sure get no call from you.
I care just what you say,
But I want things to go way.
I want to, just can't, I want to, just can't fit in.
I want to, just can't, I want to, just can't seem to fit in.
Oh no.
'Cause nobody likes me, nobody likes me.
Nobody likes me, nobody likes me.
Nobody likes me, nobody likes me.
Nobody likes me, nobody likes me.
Cut my hair and try to fit in.
I hang around, but I just can't win, oh no.
I don't know just what to say,
But I want things to go my way, oh yeah.
I want to, just can't, I want to, just can't fit in.
I want to, just can't, I want to, just can't fit in.
'Cause nobody likes me, nobody likes me.
Nobody likes me, nobody likes me.
Nobody likes me, nobody likes me.
Nobody likes me, nobody likes me.
18 Nothing to Do (00:53)
Said you called me, but you fucking lied.
You little bitch you deserve to die.
I'm just sitting here pulling my pud
With a dirty magazine and a six of Bud
Nothing to do, nothing to do
Nothing to do, nothing to do
You said we'd go see a flick,
And you said that you'd suck my prick.
Then I saw you with that jock,
And all I can say is, "What the fuck?"
Nothing to do, nothing to do
Nothing to do, nothing to do
24 Meat Wagon (00:28)
I don't know if you're aware.
Everybody stands and stares.
Politics are everywhere.
We all know that you don't care.
Calling the meatwagon.
Calling the meatwagon.
Calling the meatwagon.
Calling the meatwagon.
27 Wimpy Drives Through Harlem (01:54)
1-2-3-4
Wimpy drives through Harlem.
Watch him; there he goes.
Wimpy drives through Harlem.
Passing down the road oh way oh.
Yeah, Wimpy drives through Harlem.
Watch him; there he goes.
Wimpy drives through Harlem.
Passing down the road oh way oh.
1-2-3-4
Yeah, Wimpy drives through Harlem.
Watch him; there he goes.
Wimpy drives through Harlem.
Passing down the road oh way oh.
28 Nothing to Do (00:50)
Said you called me, but you fucking lied.
You little bitch you deserve to die.
I'm just sitting here pulling my pud
With a dirty magazine and a six of Bud
Nothing to do, nothing to do
Nothing to do, nothing to do
You said we'd go see a flick,
And you said that you'd suck my prick.
Then I saw you with that jock,
And all I can say is, "What the fuck?"
Nothing to do, nothing to do
Nothing to do, nothing to do
30 Nobody Likes Me (02:10)
Cut my hair and try to fit in.
I hang around, but I just can't win, oh no.
I don't know just what to say,
But I want things to go my way, oh yeah.
I want to, just can't, I want to, just can't fit in.
I want to, just can't, I want to, just can't fit in.
Oh no.
'Cause nobody likes me, nobody likes me.
Nobody likes me, nobody likes me.
Nobody likes me, nobody likes me.
Nobody likes me, nobody likes me.
I don't know just what to do,
But I sure get no call from you.
I care just what you say,
But I want things to go way.
I want to, just can't, I want to, just can't fit in.
I want to, just can't, I want to, just can't seem to fit in.
Oh no.
'Cause nobody likes me, nobody likes me.
Nobody likes me, nobody likes me.
Nobody likes me, nobody likes me.
Nobody likes me, nobody likes me.
Cut my hair and try to fit in.
I hang around, but I just can't win, oh no.
I don't know just what to say,
But I want things to go my way, oh yeah.
I want to, just can't, I want to, just can't fit in.
I want to, just can't, I want to, just can't fit in.
'Cause nobody likes me, nobody likes me.
Nobody likes me, nobody likes me.
Nobody likes me, nobody likes me.
Nobody likes me, nobody likes me.
31 Too Many Twinkies (01:59)
Ripping off your friends, stuffing your fat face
I'm kinda bummed out I'm part of your race
Someday you will learn that it's cool to start
Just look at me and B-Face and try not to barf
Too many twinkies
Too many twinkies
Too many twinkies
Too many twinkies
You're a bunch of rockstars, you're a bunch of lard
And I hate to tell you, y our bass player's a retard
So shut your stupid fat moth and hang up those guitars
Quit beating off every night and smoking those cigars
Too many twinkies
Too many twinkies
Too many twinkies
Too many twinkies
Shut your fucking mouth
32 Half Shitfaced (02:06)
I think paying fucking rent sucks
I'm sorry I swore mom, aw shucks
I spilled a beer in the living room
I know I shouldn't be drunk at noon
Half shitfaced
Half shitfaced
Half shitfaced
Half shitfaced
GO!
Out ex-guitar player sucks
He ripped us off for two hundred bucks
His girlfriend's got a fucking fat ass
And an ugly face to match
Half shitfaced...
33 I Live This Life (01:54)
I'm sick of being pushed around and misunderstood. Explain myself the best I can, but it dosen't do any good. I wish Joey was president, oh, what can I say? And everybody got to surf like Californ-i-a. And now I wanna kill someone, and now I wanna die. But I just think I'll sit in my room and cry. I wish Joey was president, oh, what can I say? And everybody got to surf like Californ-i-a. Oh, I live this life, and I love it. Oh, I live this life, and I love it. Oh, I live this life, and I love it. Oh, I live this life. You know that I really hate you And all the fucked-up things that you do. Im doing okay so listen to what I say. HEY!
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