| Song | Wicked Wanda |
| Artist | Stephen Malkmus |
| Album | Real Emotional Trash |
| Wicked, wicked | |
| WandaWhat was it that spawned ya? | |
| Who’s responsible for your trash? | |
| A pretty little spider | |
| With Hollywood inside her | |
| And no time to accommodate | |
| Chicken scratch | |
| A bare ass back | |
| NeverVoice your scream | |
| Hair loves cream | |
| ForeverWicked, wicked | |
| WandaI’d rather date | |
| RwandaThan be involved in | |
| Your moral trash | |
| Pretty little spider | |
| With Hollywood inside her | |
| And no time to accommodate | |
| Venom kicks | |
| We’re not | |
| JickOffender(I can see the moon the sunthe stars they shine on everyonetogether) | |
| Basement screams | |
| Apparent to me | |
| ForeverTo be free of doubt and longing | |
| Simple clarity | |
| BelongingIn a role untouched by history | |
| To be part of something vaster | |
| Than yourself the frozen plaster | |
| Break out of your core categories | |
| Strike me square | |
| Into the arms of the air | |
| Strike me square | |
| Into the arms of the air | |
| Stories not reality | |
| I feel like a junk contraption | |
| Truth is I can’t shake this vile fear | |
| When I space out | |
| I’m direct | |
| I got the beaker to reflect with | |
| Free to be a temperamental tear | |
| Strike me square | |
| Into the arms of the air | |
| Strike me square | |
| Into the arms of the air |
| Wicked, wicked | |
| WandaWhat was it that spawned ya? | |
| Who' s responsible for your trash? | |
| A pretty little spider | |
| With Hollywood inside her | |
| And no time to accommodate | |
| Chicken scratch | |
| A bare ass back | |
| NeverVoice your scream | |
| Hair loves cream | |
| ForeverWicked, wicked | |
| WandaI' d rather date | |
| RwandaThan be involved in | |
| Your moral trash | |
| Pretty little spider | |
| With Hollywood inside her | |
| And no time to accommodate | |
| Venom kicks | |
| We' re not | |
| JickOffender I can see the moon the sunthe stars they shine on everyonetogether | |
| Basement screams | |
| Apparent to me | |
| ForeverTo be free of doubt and longing | |
| Simple clarity | |
| BelongingIn a role untouched by history | |
| To be part of something vaster | |
| Than yourself the frozen plaster | |
| Break out of your core categories | |
| Strike me square | |
| Into the arms of the air | |
| Strike me square | |
| Into the arms of the air | |
| Stories not reality | |
| I feel like a junk contraption | |
| Truth is I can' t shake this vile fear | |
| When I space out | |
| I' m direct | |
| I got the beaker to reflect with | |
| Free to be a temperamental tear | |
| Strike me square | |
| Into the arms of the air | |
| Strike me square | |
| Into the arms of the air |