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In the time of chimpanzees I was a monkey
Butane in my veins so I'm out to cut the junkie
With the plastic eyeballs
Spray paint the vegetables
Dog food skulls with the beefcake pantyhose
Kill the headlights and put it in neutral
Stock car flaming with a loser in the cruise control
Baby's in Reno with the vitamin D
Got a couple of couches
Sleep on the love seat
Someone keeps saying I'm insane to complain
About a shotgun wedding and a stain on my shirt
Don't believe everything that you breathe
You get a parking violation and a maggot on your sleeve
So shave your face with some mace in the dark
Saving all your food stamps and burning down the trailer park
Yo cut it

Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby
So why don't you kill me
Double-barrel buckshot
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby
So why don't you kill me

Forces of evil in a bozo nightmare
Ban all the music with a phony gas chamber
Cos one's got a weasel and the other's got a flag
One's on the pole
Shove the other in a bag
With the rerun shows and the cocaine nose job
The daytime crap of a folksinger slob
He hung himself with a guitar string
A slab of turkey neck and it's hanging from a pigeon wing
You can't write if you can't relate
Trade the cash for the beef for the body for the hate
And my time is a piece of wax
Falling on a termite who's choking on the splinters

Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby
So why don't you kill me
Get crazy with the Cheez Whiz
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby
So why don't you kill me
Drive-by body pierce
Yo bring it on down

I'm a driver
I'm a winner
Things are gonna change
I can feel it

Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby
So why don't you kill me
I can't believe you
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby
So why don't you kill me
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby
So why don't you kill me
Sprechen sie Deutsche baby
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby
So why don't you kill me
Know what I'm saying

NOTES:
The sample "I'm a driver / I'm a winner / Things are gonna change / I can feel it" is from Steve Hanft's film "Kill The Moonlight". Steve also directed the video for $300 bucks.

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YEAR RELEASED:
1993

LENGTH:
3:55

OTHER TITLE:
Softie Fusion

WRITTEN BY:
Beck Hansen
Karl Stephenson

PRODUCED BY:
Beck Hansen
Karl Stephenson
Tom Rothrock

MIXED BY:
Tom Rothrock

MASTERED BY:
Stephen Marcussen
Kimi Reichenberg

STUDIO:
Karl's House

PERFORMERS:
Beck Hansen
Vocals, Guitar

Karl Stephenson
Sitar

SAMPLES:
"I Walk On Guilded Splinters" by Johnny Jenkins

REMIXES:
Loser vs. My Name Is

In the time of chimpanzees I was a monkey
Butane in my veins so I'm out to cut the junkie
With the plastic eyeballs
Spray paint the vegetables
Dog food skulls with the beefcake pantyhose
Kill the headlights and put it in neutral
Stock car flaming with a loser in the cruise control
Baby's in Reno with the vitamin D
Got a couple of couches
Sleep on the love seat
Someone keeps saying I'm insane to complain
About a shotgun wedding and a stain on my shirt
Don't believe everything that you breathe
You get a parking violation and a maggot on your sleeve
So shave your face with some mace in the dark
Saving all your food stamps and burning down the trailer park
Yo cut it

Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby
So why don't you kill me
Double-barrel buckshot
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby
So why don't you kill me

Forces of evil in a bozo nightmare
Ban all the music with a phony gas chamber
Cos one's got a weasel and another's got a flag
One's on the pole
Shove the other in a bag
With the rerun shows and the cocaine nose job
The daytime crap of a folksinger slob
He hung himself with a guitar string
A slab of turkey neck and it's hanging from a pigeon wing
You can't write if you can't relate
Trade the cash for the beef for the body for the hate
And my time is a piece of wax
Falling on a termite who's choking on the splinters

Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby
So why don't you kill me
Get crazy with the Cheez Whiz
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby
So why don't you kill me
Drive-by body pierce
Yo bring it on down
Fuck it up G
Yeah I must be stoned
Fuck it up G
Fuck it up G
Fuck it up G
Kick it out

Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby
So why don't you kill me
I can't believe you
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby
So why don't you kill me
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby
So why don't you kill me
Sprechen sie Deutsche baby
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby
So why don't you kill me
Spark one up G

NOTES:
Unofficial original version. This version has more cursing and drug references, which were replaced by clips from "Kill The Moonlight" in the official version of the song.

APPEARS ON:
1992 Tape

LENGTH:
4:22

OTHER TITLE:
Softie Fusion

WRITTEN BY:
Beck Hansen
Karl Stephenson

PRODUCED BY:
Beck Hansen
Karl Stephenson
Tom Rothrock

MIXED BY:
Tom Rothrock

PERFORMERS:
Beck Hansen
Vocals, Guitar

Karl Stephenson
Sitar

SAMPLES:
"I Walk On Guilded Splinters" by Johnny Jenkins

Yo
In the time of chimpanzees I was a monkey
Butane in my veins and I'm out to cut the junkie
With the plastic eyeballs
Spray paint the vegetables
Dog food skulls with the beefcake pantyhose
Kill the headlights and put it in neutral
Stock car flaming with a loser in the cruise control
Baby's in Reno with the vitamin D
Got a couple of couches
Sleep on the love seat
Keeps saying I'm insane to complain
About a shotgun wedding and a stain on my shirt
Don't believe everything that you breathe
You get a parking violation and a maggot on your sleeve
Shave your face with some mace in the dark
Saving all your food stamps and burning down the trailer park
Yo cut it

Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby
So why don't you kill me
Time to get funky
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby
So why don't you kill me

Forces of evil in a bozo nightmare
Ban all the music with the phony gas chamber
One's on a weasel and the other's on the flag
One's in the hole
Shove the other in the bag
With the rerun shows and the cocaine nose job
All the crap of a folksinger slob
He hung himself with a guitar string
And it's hanging from a pigeon wing
You can't write if you can't relate
Trade the cash for the beef for the body for the hate
My time is a piece of wax
Falling on a termite who's choking on the splinters

Soy un perdedor
Yo
I'm a loser baby
So why don't you kill me
Get busy with the Cheez Whiz
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby
So why don't you kill me
Drive-by body pierce

Yo check it out
See a bunch of Oakies running around in spandex clothing
Running through the trees and the timber
Looking like coyotes running through the city
Looking up
Twinkies falling out of the sky
And the swimming pool is full of Kool-Aid

Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby
So why don't you kill me
I ain't got no home
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby
So why don't you kill me
Slice the mango
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby
So why don't you kill me
Aww yeah
Come on do it
Soy un perdedor
Aww yeah
I'm a loser baby
Time to get busy
So why don't you kill me
Aww yeah come on do it
Get funky now
Get funky
Aww yeah
Bring it on down
People getting crazy
Eating low-fat chicken and cottage cheese
Oh my goodness

APPEARS ON:
KCRW: 1993-07-23

DATE RECORDED:
July 23rd 1993

LENGTH:
4:09

OTHER TITLE:
Softie Fusion

WRITTEN BY:
Beck Hansen

PERFORMERS:
Beck Hansen
Vocals

(???)
Aww yeah
In the time of chimpanzees I was a monkey
Butane in my veins so I'm out to cut the junkie
With the plastic eyeballs
Spray paint the vegetables
Dog food skulls with the beefcake pantyhose
Kill the headlights and put it in neutral
Stock car flaming with a loser in the cruise control
Baby's in Reno with the vitamin D
Got a couple of couches
Sleep on the love seat
Someone keeps saying I'm insane to complain
About a shotgun wedding and a stain on my shirt
Don't believe everything that you breathe
You get a parking violation and a maggot on your sleeve
So shave your face with some mace in the dark
Saving all your food stamps and burning down the trailer park
Yo
Bust out the Cheez Whiz

Alright
Yo I'm a schmoozer baby
(???)
(???)

The forces of evil in a bozo nightmare
Ban all the music with a phony gas chamber
One's on a weasel and the other's with a flag
One's with the pole
Shove the other in a bag
With the rerun show and the cocaine nose job
All the crap with the folksinger slob
He hung himself with a guitar string
And a slab of turkey neck and it's hanging from a pigeon wing
You can't write if you can't relate
Trade the cash for the beef for the body for the hate
And my time is a piece of wax
Falling on a termite who's choking on the splinters

It's a giant disco ball

NOTES:
Probably the earliest live recording of the song.

APPEARS ON:
5 Nights Out

YEAR RELEASED:
1992

LENGTH:
3:10

OTHER TITLE:
Softie Fusion

WRITTEN BY:
Beck Hansen

PERFORMERS:
Beck Hansen
Vocals, Harmonica

Dallas Don Burnette
Drums

This is a jamboree
Yeah
Alright
Come on
Turn that beat up
Bring that beat back
Unh

In the time of chimpanzees I was a monkey
Butane in my veins and I'm out to cut the junkie
With the plastic eyeballs
Spray paint the vegetable
Dog food skull with the beefcake pantyhose
Kill the headlights and put it in neutral
Stock car flaming with a loser in the cruise control
Baby's in Reno with the vitamin D
Got a couple of couches
Sleep on the love seat
Someone keeps saying I'm insane to complain
About a shotgun wedding and a stain on my shirt
Don't believe everything that you breathe
You get a parking violation
A maggot on your sleeve
Shave your face with some mace in the dark
Saving all your food stamps and burning down the trailer park
Yo cut it

Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby
So why don't you kill me
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby
So why don't you kill me

The forces of evil in a bozo nightmare
Ban all the music with a phony gas chamber
One's on a weasel and the other's on the flag
One's on the pole
Shove the other in a bag
With the rerun shows and the cocaine nose job
All the crap of a folksinger slob
He hung himself with a guitar string
A slab of turkey neck and it's hanging from a pigeon wing
You can't write if you can't relate
Trade the cash for the beef for the body for the hate
My time is a piece of wax
Falling on a termite
Word

Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby
So why don't you kill me
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby
So why don't you kill me
One more time
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby
So why don't you kill me
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby
So why don't you kill me
Drive-by body pierce
Sha na na na na na na na yeah

NOTES:
Live recording from Glasgow, Scotland.

APPEARS ON:
In Concert 820

YEAR RELEASED:
2000

DATE RECORDED:
March 25th 2000

LENGTH:
2:47

OTHER TITLE:
Softie Fusion

WRITTEN BY:
Beck Hansen

PERFORMERS:
Beck Hansen
Vocals

Lyle Workman
Electric Guitar, Background Vocals

Justin Meldal-Johnsen
Bass, Background Vocals

Roger Manning, Jr.
Keyboards, Background Vocals

Victor Indrizzo
Drums

David Brown
Percussion

David Ralicke
Percussion

Jon Birdsong
Percussion

Glenys Rogers
Background Vocals

Johari Funches-Penny
Background Vocals

DJ Swamp
Scratching

In the time of chimpanzees I was a monkey
Butane in my veins so I'm out to cut the junkie
With the plastic eyeballs
Spray paint the vegetables
Dog food skulls with the beefcake pantyhose
Kill the headlights and put it in neutral
Stock car flaming with a loser in the cruise control
Baby's in Reno with the vitamin D
Got a couple of couches
Sleep on the love seat
Someone keeps saying I'm insane to complain
About a shotgun wedding and a stain on my shirt
Don't believe everything that you breathe
You get a parking violation and a maggot on your sleeve
So shave your face with some mace in the dark
Saving all your food stamps and burning down the trailer park
Yo cut it

Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby
So why don't you kill me
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby
So why don't you kill me

Forces of evil in a bozo nightmare
Ban all the music with a phony gas chamber
Cos one's got a weasel and the other's got a flag
One's on the pole
Shove the other in a bag
With the rerun shows and the cocaine nose job
The daytime crap of a folksinger slob
He hung himself with a guitar string
A slab of turkey neck and it's hanging from a pigeon wing
You can't write if you can't relate
Trade the cash for the beef for the body for the hate
And my time is a piece of wax
Falling on a termite who's choking on the splinters

Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby
So why don't you kill me
Get crazy with the Cheez Whiz
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby
So why don't you kill me

Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby
So why don't you kill me
I can't believe you
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby
So why don't you kill me
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby
So why don't you kill me
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby
So why don't you kill me

NOTES:
Live version appearing on the Japanese deluxe edition of Colors

APPEARS ON:
Colors

YEAR RELEASED:
2018

DATE RECORDED:
October 24th 2017

OTHER TITLE:
Softie Fusion

STUDIO:
Studio Coast

PERFORMERS:
Beck Hansen
Vocals

Jason Falkner
Electric Guitar, Background Vocals

Dwayne Moore
Bass, Background Vocals

Roger Manning, Jr.
Tambourine, Background Vocals

Chris Coleman
Drums

Cecilia Della Peruti
Guitar, Background Vocals

Alex Lilly
Percussion, Background Vocals

Jake Sinclair
Guitar, Background Vocals

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