Filmed & Edited By Johnny St Ours

Most of the song was filmed in one continuous shot. Instead of cutting, the film was speed up extremely fast between each phrase to preserve the flow of the single shot. Of course there are many edits in the instrumental parts... All the mustache changes were performed live and in real time without stopping, as the camera was rolling the one continuous shot in the 113 degree Nevada desert heat. For more information on the video and on that1guy, please visit www.that1guy.com

Butt wait there's more... Fall tour announcement...

The November 2009 Mustaches and Laser Beams Tour!

We'll be stopping through these fine cities: Sioux Falls, Fargo, Minneapolis, Montreal, Burlington, Allston, Philadelphia, Vienna VA, Denver, Fort Collins, Aspen and a few additional shows will be announced soon!

This will only be happening in the month of November and only in select locations across the country so make your plans now. It's going to be mustache-spectacular!

love,

that1guy



LYRICS:

Keeping your head on your body
Knowing the nose on your face
Knowing the reasons we're naughty
Shaping the lane with much haste

I dug the texture but I didn't dig the taste
I speak the language but I can't recall the handshake
Felt kind of guilty because it felt like such a waste
Don't trust a soul when all the mustaches are fake

Under the rocks is the water
Under the ground where it's safe
Under the heat where it's hotter
Holding the nose in its place

Tell a taller tale, happy pulling on the lake
Whistling Dixie 'till the 'stache got in the way
I only bought it last time to prove it was a fad
I only bought it this time because the mustache was rad

Ugly like that, kiss it on the lips
That little bit sits, that hair was such a hit
And with a lip this fat, we can tickle all the bits
Because with a 'stache this rad, the truth is gonna slip

Looking your best in the bottom
FIlling your pants up with beans
Soaking them long like you oughta
Busting apart at the seams

They blame it on us even though it ain't our fault
They say they're worthy but they're seldom worth their salt
They only drive down if they think they know the deal
The birds were made of plastic, but the mustache was real

Ugly like that, kiss it on the lips
That little bit sits, that hair was such a hit
And with a lip this fat, we can tickle all the bits
Because with a 'stache this rad, the truth is gonna slip (less info)