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Skit I Allt - Instrumental (Dungen) · Adam and Eve (Catherine Wheel) · Blame It on Eve (Rockstar Barbeque) · New Year's Eve at Winterland (Grateful Dead) · Eve of Destruction: 30 Years of Rock 'n Roll (The Turtles) · It's Good, Eve (Vonda Shepard) · The Lost Christmas Eve [U.S. Version] (Trans-Siberian Orchestra) · Christmas Eve with Johnny Mathis (Johnny Mathis) · Late Night Christmas Eve (Scott Hamilton) · The Lost Christmas Eve (Trans-Siberian Orchestra) – and 90 other albums »


against a tree
There's peace on Earth on Christmas Eve"

And they sat by the fire and they talked all night long
Sang Christmas hymns and showed
What
First lady, I just point, they squeeze
Ryde or Die, Double are What
Better keep your hammer right by your side

[Verse 3: Eve]
I'm a savage
rain
Sure enough it rained that Saturday
"Give me three, four, five, six Main
Nellie dear, prepare I'm on my way"
When he rang the front door bell
lifestyle

[C-Bo]
I'll bring it to them how they want it cause there is only one way to do it
Bring it to them how they knew it on they death bed put by fluid
it the drugs? His senses took leave

Brought out by the ghost of past, I was but a boy here
My heart was locked up here, my ruin was made this way
rain
Sure enough it rained that Saturday
"Give me three, four, five, six Main
Nellie dear, prepare I'm on my way"
When he rang the front door bell
Steamboat whistle blues
Oh Captain Way I'm sorry, my hat is off to you
You've been a-hanging out by the old cook stove
With the steamboat whistle blues
flip-flop, I bust out the workshop
They try to eve'sdrop, goin' to make rock
Aerodynamically, it's all automatically
The way I jiggly full of originality
I'm gonna tell you what you need to hear
And I'm a little too late
By three or four years
And it may not make much sense
Now that we are apart
I'm gonna tell you what you need to hear
And I'm a little too late
By three or four years
And it may not make much sense
Now that we are apart
I'm gonna tell you what you need to hear
And I'm a little too late by three or four years
And it may not make much sense now that we are apart
But
Your misery is worn as a veil
To hide bewitchment of the ugliest kind
In place of Eve a bitter parody hails
Daggers from the swagger
stuck.

Bob- Okay.

Doug- By the way, that's me on the organ.

Bob- Aw, geez.

Doug- You start.

Bob- Okay. On the first day of Christmas,
my
before they get smacked up.
One by one, two by two, three by three, yo p

Pass the Uzi, to blow up, any whack MC that show up,
There goes one, blast
multiplying
Now the 3 of them are dying by the poison she perceived to be good head
Now Eve and her husband are perverted in their judgment
'cause everything
we'd accept it
Sneak it into the play by play of a baseball game

And there's strike three Greg Maddux really looking good today
Speaking of looking good
relationships
But we're not gon' sit down and read magazines about it
You got to feed it to us in a way where we'd accept it
Sneak it into the play-by
me about it

Well, the whole thing started at three o'clock fast
It was all over by quarter past
I was down in the sewer with some little lover
When I
punk, slack up. 
Watch your weak posse before they get smacked up. 

One by one, two by two, three by, Yo P

[Parrish]
What's Up  E.D.?

Pass
played, get played, played a lot on radio
And also, and also, and also by some foul brothers
The Pease, the Pease the Pease Porridge never failed
It kept,
Meditate, daily I do, so why sort
Things I consider in my mind is deep thought

[Chorus]
Word...Life
Word...Life
Word...Life
Word...Life

[Verse 2]
By
on the psychiatric couch,
He said, tell me about it.

Well, the whole thing started at three o'clock fast,
It was all over by quarter past.
I was down in
on the psychiatric couch
He said, "Tell me about it"

Well, the whole thing started at 3 o'clock fast
It was all over by quarter past
I was down in the sewer with
Your misery is worn as a veil
To hide bewitchment of the ugliest kind
In place of eve a bitter parody hails
Daggers from the swagger
still the same ol same I better find some piece of
Mind cause I'm on my way insane crazy

Baby be hollin' to a quarter till 3 mans always flippin' out