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Bum Bum With Bam Bam Rhythm (Delroy Wilson) · Bump Tiddle Dee Bum Bum! (Tex Ritter) · Der BUM BUM Song (Gerry) · Bum Bum with Bam Bam Rhythm (Bum Bum w/ Bam Bam Rhythm) · Cattle and Bum/Live in Manchester [DVD] (Peter & the Test Tube Babies) · Yo! Bum Rush the Show (Public Enemy) · Turds on a Bum Ride, No. 6 (Band of Joy) · You Can't Stop the Bum Rush (Len) · You Can't Stop the Bum Rush [Japan Bonus Track] (Len) · La Bum (Sportfreunde Stiller) – and 90 other albums »


Lion Of Judah
Words and music by Ray Boltz and Steve Millikan
Messiah would come
The earth would rejoice
The people start to sing
For they would
Still Her Little Child 
Words and music by Ray Boltz and Steve Millikan
When she laid him in a manger
He was still her little child
In a city
Scars
Words and music by Ray Boltz
I heard Him call my name
He said I've come to save you
But I was so ashamed
I turned to walk away
He reached
includes Fred Waring and his Pennsylvanians, and 
The Ray Charles Singers who were made famous by their frequent appearances on The Perry Como Show,
Standin' on the front stoop hangin' out the window
Watchin' all the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta
Standin' on the front stoop hangin' out the window
Watchin' all the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta
Still the days go by, blessed one time
Night and day coincide
I just want to live, I just want to live

[Oatmeal]
I'm kinda antsy on my feet, on these
Standin' on the front stoop hangin' out the window
Watchin' all the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta
Standin' on the front stoop hangin' out the window
Watchin' all the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta
to Chinatown
Motivatin' to Ray Street, locatin' a place to eat
Plates is taped to the cheek (Yum)
Savin' the papers for DJ tapes to peep, down by the gallery
Standin' on the front stoop hangin' out the window
Watchin' all the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta
Standin' on the front stoop hangin' out the window
Watchin' all the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta
pimp my ride
By my car?s an exhibit, Huh, next critic
I don?t talk it I just live it, Just prove it
Tell the feds calm down, its just music

Man you cold
[Scotty Edge]
Well it's Brooklyn Bums
Well it's the dirty birds
Well it's the Lordz of Brooklyn won't go back on our words
Cause' we're pissing
even see the game or the Sugar Ray fight
The bill collectors, they ring my phone
And scare my wife when I'm not home
Got a bum education, double-digit
Standin' on the front stoop hangin' out the window
Watchin' all the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta
Standin' on the front stoop hangin' out the window
Watchin' all the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta
Standin' on the front stoop hangin' out the window
Watchin' all the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta
Standin' on the front stoop hangin' out the window
Watchin' all the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta
hangin' out the window
Watchin' all the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta garbage pails, used to be a fag hag
blinded by cultural ignorance and steady judging
But judge not, lest ye may be judged
For the judgment ye judge ye shall surely be judged, you gets no
and all the wisecracks?
You made before you got slayed by the slayer
Special Ed, DJ Akshun on the record player
Chillin, still in the back just maxin
Me in
even see the game or the Sugar Ray fight
The bill collectors, they ring my phone
And scare my wife when I'm not home
Got a bum education, double-digit
cancer"
Anything I touched I feel
Know its fiction but it seems so real
Was leaving out the casino with a nympho
Yes Ray it can be so simple
Here's how I
Standin' on the front stoop hangin' out the window
Watchin' all the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta