How it works: I play the song, she writes down what she thinks he's saying. She was allowed multiple listens to fill in some of the gaps but most of what's here is her initial transcription. Afterwards, I also asked her to guess the song's name (some were easier than others).

For context, we are American so it is at times difficult to understand what he's hootin' and hollerin' about, especially in those early albums

Here's what she came up with:

Song 1: From the Ritz to the Rubble (2006)

Guessed song title: none (we didn't start doing the song title thing until the 2nd song)

Lyrics:

last night these two bouncers and one of thems are 80

the other ones scary

and as we all know a totalitarian 

got no time for ya lookin all grievin when i don't want you to 

step outta Q and mexico samples you

ti know what you're gonna say

the annual fruit to the bee line pay

and you realizing that its finally the time to work 5 past 10,0009

and i lied you can

swab joe mechanical moon

still your blade

youve got

something to prove to outer space

to the birds in black

why cant i be pleasant

why cant we ever laugh

you got a gem in your chest he wants to give you a dove

secretly i want it all to kick off

we want housefires everywhere, bobs is welling

something to talk about, story to tell ya

well im so glad the tailors doing well lets put it down to fate

as in a 1000 million things i could never say this morning

well 2D ID is 2D

this towns a different town today

this towns a different town to what it was last night

come to down now a sunday

that girls a different girl today

that girls a different girl to weigh

we kissed last night

you coont to tha nana sunday

[quietly] oh no

wajajajanvvkldtailer wanna wailer down to pay

apple a thousand million things i could never fake this morning

got 2D for ID it's 2D

last night what we talked about

made so much sense

but now the haze is ascended it dont make no sense anymore

last night wha we talked about

it made so much sense

but now the aides has ascended it don't make no sense anymore

aaaah

Song 2: Pretty Visitors (2009)

Guessed song title: All the Pretty Visitors (Snake pit)

Lyrics:

shrinking through the horn

in a tramp with the trampoline

on the gazelle shit past your

whiskey and jam and

bark in the lounge

which wet little boy has churned

and the party seven wheels all shrivelled and mousse round

rankin to caketown

minute to wine 

longing tim time

shall we sit on the springs till my homegirl's dry

when the pretty britt turns

gay and way their arm downcast

the shadow of the snake shit on the wall

all the pretty visitors

came and waved their arms 

and passed the shadow of a snake bit 

im walking first the

chicken on the dickhead

spread sleep retrieval girls on fitting room floors

and twilight florals

she doesn't want to walk

your eggs start running

and your leg gets cold

can we be nineteen in beverly place hall

the reach for the arm and

lsadfjskdlfjdslf??????

slip away my moma does say

the hole is the crook in the hammer

please

all the pretty visitors

waving with their arms out

the shadow of the snake pit on the room

all the pretty visitors came and waved their arms 

and passed the shadow of a snake pit 

on the walls

[instrumental[

behold there's a crook in the holler

please

cool it in the face of the scales and

fiddles with the beat on

the balancing act

got bob a crack and a tail

trailing a latte, a gasp

cooling in the face in the scails

a funky critter with a beet on the glass in act you get bob a

crack in a tail

trailing a rock in a gasp

all the pretty visitors 

cave and wave their arms and cast

 the shadow of a snake pit on the wall

[repeat chorus 2x]

Song 3: Balaclava (2007)

Guessed song title: Balaclava

Lyrics:

running ass over nexos

gone before the hour is tongue

more a question of freeling than  it is a question of fun

the confidence is the balaclava

im sure your baffled and good

will the ending reek of salty cheeks

and runny makeup galore

well Bort runs danbury 

so Orga runs the Scorn

you find yourself in the corner store

wish you'd never been born

tie to the tracks and there isnt no way back

and its wrong wrong wrong what we do anyway for love of metro

[instrumental]

and you pull it in from a bird

building a little fulminous shart

hope the ending pleasurable as the start

the confidence is he balaclava

im sure you're baffled and straight

and its wrong wrong wrong she can hardly wait

that's righthtt you're never on on the side

now the shaggers before the daggers are drawn

theres' a crooks in this crime

thats right you wont matter on the side

nana's shaggers perform

and the daggers are drawn

the crooks in this PLAY

[instrumental]

thats right you're a ladder on inside

thats rightttt you wont let her out inside

thats riiight you will  never out a side

yipee yah i'm able to post and the day is the most

untaxable time

you nude egg gotta be trouble right before the

very first kiss

quiet and unassuming like

you were on the day you were the naughtiest

youre bleeding at the tickets

you insisted im four

i'm sorry sweet heart calatrava

keep on the balaclava