There’s a legend of a man who wrestled women big and small
In Memphis, they wanted to see him stapled to a wall
He came to them from Hollywood where he was a star and admired
It got ugly for ol’ Andy Kaufman when The King had him Pile-drivered

Well, that poor young Andy sure made those people mad
He would call them ignorant slobs and confuse their Moms for Dads
He would teach them about hygiene. He said “Soap is easy to apply
Just run the bar under some hot water and you could be a clean guy”

The situation down in Memphis kinda got outta hand
Kaufman met The King on Letterman to settle this feud like a man
Tempers flared that evening and the conversation grew physical
And wouldn’t ya know. For years, people would pay to watch their musical

And Andy would sing

I’m The King
I’m The King
I’m The New King of Memphis Tennessee
I knocked out Lawler flat, last week
Oh, I’m The King
I’m The King
I’m The King of Memphis Tennessee
I’m from Hollywood – I’m a star
I’m from Hollywood, California
I make movies and TV shows
In Hollywood, California

Would you believe me if I told you this was a story of teamwork and trust
About a common love for something but you can argue if you must
However, it’s compelling and nothing too complex
Andy played a heel on TV but he never cashed them wrestlin’ checks

Strong style

Young boy gets stabbed by his ex- in Japan
What’s next? He gets press and then success

On the rise to the top

Rookie makes a name in the ring with his skill
Up hill, full tilt to the top of the bill

Nakamura vs. Tanahashi
In the Tokyo Dome for The Gold

Strong style

©2014 The Dean Project

[Song below lyrics. Follow along!]

He is an artist, a performer
A great wrestler
The Best In The World
In the land of giants, he’ll take what he wants
Always walking in his own direction

There was a time no one could see
What was right in front of them
A future champion that no one could defeat
The longest run in years
434 days

The best in the world
The real face of the show
Just like The Thing when he clobbers
The best in the world
Chicago’s CM Punk
As if he were ever in a class with jobbers

Now is the time
How can you not see?
The only reason I’m even out watchin’ TV
Heel or face, he’ll hold the whole crowd
Cue his theme if you wanna make it loud

The best in the world
He’s a phycologist
Just like Fraud before he went nuts
The best in the world
Chicago’s CM Punk
Just like the wolf on the night bus

Just like The Thing when he clobbers

He is an artist, a performer
A great wrestler
The Best In The World
In the land of giants, he’ll take what he wants
Always walking in his own direction

The best in the world
The real face of the show
Just like The Thing when he clobbers
The best in the world
Chicago’s CM Punk
As if he were ever in a class with jobbers

The best in the world

©2011
Dean and Jane are packin’ up his pick up truck
They’re headin’ out west  – They do not give a fuck
A truck load of cigga cigga cigarettes
Dean asked Jane “did you stop at the vets?”
He wanted her to pick up some Ketamine
He wanted this trip to feel like a dream
Jane said “No, man. I totally forgot”
She reached into her purse to grab her bag of rocks

California
California
Cali Cali Cali
California

Dean is sittin’ in the passenger side
Dean spots a hitchhiker dressed as a bride
They pull the car over and they roll down the glass
He asked the bride nicely to show him her ass
The bride got mad, dude, she ran away
She said “I runnin’ all the way to Californ-i-a”
Dean got out and chased her down
Choked her out solid – Left her lying on the ground

California
California
Cali Cali Cali
California

Jane is all pissed off out in the Chevrolet
“You didn’t need to kill that girl
Ya didn’t need to kill her today”
Dean grabs Jane and puts her head under a tire
“I’m sick of your bullshit, Jane
You’re about to expire
I’m going to California alone!
I’m going by myself!
I’m gonna leave you in a pool of your own flesh and blood!
You know, I hate you, Jane!
I’m going to California
California
California
California”

It was grade seven when we started calling him Dean
He wore a lot of wrestling t-shirts back then
He didn’t care to keep them clean
In that grade that I started playing in other bands as a drummer
It wasn’t until the 12th grade we started this project and nothing could be funner
Telling jokes poorly over offensive guitar frequencies
As Dean O’Mac struggled behind the drum kit frequently
In Toronto, I finish college and Dean O shows his face
We found Munchie in hockey rink, outdoors
And things began to change
We wrote songs, put out albums, got a car and we toured
We named that car Betty
She was a shitty old ford
Now, Dean O’Mac, you rest well
And Munchie and I will move forward
Your name is forever carved in this sword
The one that we’ll use to chop down hate and our enimies
Don’t worry dude
I hear you
Your vibes, they are sent to me

We miss ya O’Mac
We all want ya back
It way hard to believe – o
We miss ya O’Mac
Your cough and your hack
We all want ya ya back, Dean O
We all want ya back, Dean O

I believe in strength and wisdom
Being able to gravitate to genuine connections
Being honest to yourself and getting up after vicious blows
to your confidence, prior covictions, emotions and your body
Cuz scars are just stronger skin – wear them with a smile
B’cuz a collection of connections on your most troubled day
Will stand next to you and listen what you have to say
But give it all back and don’t expect consistent attention
B’cuz life is all about what you get through

pride,

hard work

and dedication

Ya can’t tie a werewolf to a tree – No you can’t!
No, you can’t tie a good free wheeler down

When you go campin’ for a week or two
Bring along a couple cans ‘a stew
You can even bring a couple ‘a pounds
When you campin’, invite your friends
Unpack your sleeping bags and tents
You can’t tie those night creatures down

When you go fishin’ out on the sea
To catch your lunch or just to shoot the breeze
Maybe just to escape the city sounds
When you go fishin’ don’t forget the bait
Smokin’ cigarettes will help the wait
Ah, you can’t tie a sea creature down

When you go walkin’ out on the streets
You’ll eat your local vegetables and meats
You’ll tip the guy on the corner dressed as a clown
When you go walkin’ out on the bay
You’ll remember what your mom would say
She said “Just never let yourself down”

Ya can’t tie a werewolf to a tree – No you can’t!
No, you can’t tie a good free wheeler down

You can go shoppin’ at the market stores
Or work all day long on chores
Or be the right-hand man at the compound
You can go shoppin’ from the trunks of cars
Or hang ’round all day in bars
But that doesn’t makes that logic sound

A werewolf always has to plan ahead
‘Cuz the moon will always come around the bend
An’ he should never, ever, ever mess around
A werewolf has to make judgement calls
‘Cuz every night the moon will fall
An’ you can’t tie a free wheeler down

Ya can’t tie a werewolf to a tree – No you can’t!
No, you can’t tie a good free wheeler down

If you wanna get down to the black, blue and green of it
There’s a train that leaves everyday
You’ll wanna do more than just be seen with it
Take a ride. A trip
Go to school for free
When you stop livin’ for you
You’ll read your own eulogy

Cuz it all comes down to you
Always down to you
Take a risk or three
It all comes down to you

If you wanna get me started on the cosmos and stars
I’ll talk about the truth I found in this guitar
Sit back, relax and enjoy what’s around
Cuz when you stop lovin’ for you
You may as well be six feet underground

Cuz it all comes down to you
Always down to you
Take a risk or three
It all comes down to you

The music and the weed are heeling, can’t you see?
The pain and despair will evaporate in the air

Don’t call the fuzz if you see us lightin’ up
The herb was here before us
It’s time we brighten up
To all my family and friends out there getting written up,
the answer is herb heels
An’ it’s time we rip it up

The music and the weed are heeling, can’t you see?
The pain and despair will evaporate in the air

Well, this shouldn’t be a fight
Let’s just roll and smoke all night
All night
All night
All night

Those who cast down judgement with their evil eyes
Are actually at home in their guest rooms getting high
To most, saving face is safer than to defy
But nothing will happen ’til we shout it at the sky

The music and the weed are heeling, can’t you see?
The pain and despair will evaporate in the air

Well, this shouldn’t be a fight
Let’s just roll and smoke all night
All night
All night
All night

The smoke fills the space that we occupy
The cough only means we’re out here gettin’ high
We connect and we share cuz it is so beautiful
The love that we feel is oh so mutual

The music and the weed are heeling, can’t you see?
The pain and despair will evaporate in the air

Well, this shouldn’t be a fight
Let’s just roll and smoke all night
All night
All night
All night

Shock treatment on a Tuesday
Countin’ down the days ’til Friday
Feelin’ tight around my neck and chest
Like chewin’ gum; it’s hard to digest

Nice dreams of ice cream – I’m rollin’ around
I haven’t got out’a bed – I’m upside down
Fortune is torture – I’m dressed as a clown
Pictures of statues in black and white evening gowns

Strap’d to a simple routine
Gotta remember to keep the corners clean
If the inspector sticks in his nose
my head’ll hang low on th’ long walk home
I gotta get out
I gotta walk out
It’s like doin’ a days worth o’ work with a cops’ snout
Watch out
Cuz rush hour is packed at the exact same time everyday

Nice dreams of ice cream – I’m rollin’ around
I haven’t got out’a bed – I’m upside down
Fortune is torture – I’m dressed as a clown
Pictures of statues in black and white evening gowns