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Shine so bright in the wet U2
You wish boo boo could ride with you tonight
Ain't nothing in the world that Brat can't do
She attractive to them, him,
Shine so bright in the wet U2
You wish boo boo could ride with you tonight
Ain't nothing in the world that Brat can't do
She attractive to them, him,
stupid to know about
Pop songs your new boyfriend's too stupid to know about

Sure he buys you records
If you like them by U2
But if you want the Pastels
the melody of
The Forty-Second Street

Little nifties from the Fifties, innocent and sweet
Sexy ladies from the Eighties, who are indiscreet

Side by
of
Forty-Second Street

Little nifties from the fifties
Innocent and sweet
Sexy ladies from the eighties
Who are indiscreet

Side by side, they're glorified
Where
the wet U2
You wish boo boo could ride with you tonight
Ain't nothing in the world that Brat can't do
She attractive to them, him, her, and you shit
off your clothes
Not me, you can do you
Do some crazy shit that's poppin' up on YouTube
'Finna rock out, I ain't talkin' U2
Passing out, waking up
the fuck is Sir Bono and his famous friends now
Don't get it twisted man I dig U2
But if you ain't about the ghetto then fuck you too
Who care bout rock
man I dig U2
But if you ain't about the ghetto then fuck you too
Who care bout rock 'n roll when babies can't eat food
Listen homie man that shit ain't
of
Forty-Second Street

Little nifties from the fifties
Innocent and sweet
Sexy ladies from the eighties
Who are indiscreet

Side by side, they're glorified
Where
do 
Shine so bright in the wet U2 
You wish boo boo could ride with you tonight 
Ain't nothing in the world that Brat can't do 
She attractive
the wet U2
You wish boo boo could ride with you tonight
Ain't nothing in the world that Brat can't do
She attractive to them, him, her, and you shit
Water, water, water, water
Water, water, water, water

I wish I was 40, I wish I was water
I wish I was 40, I wish I was water
I wish I was 40
down in a passion war 
Hasn't seen it happen since the day she was born 
Reaching down for glasses that just can't be found 
By the time she finds
So wile the fuck out!

Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It!
Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It!
Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It!
Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It!
Pour Your 40
Your 40 out! Guzzle It!
Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It!
Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It!
Bitch!

I was raised by drunks so I became a drunk
80 Proof
different now 
You could say the situation's reversed 
And it will not be the last time I'll have to be out by the first 
Twenty-five forty-one, big
of
Forty-Second Street

Little nifties from the fifties
Innocent and sweet
Sexy ladies from the eighties
Who are indiscreet

Side by side, they're glorified
Where
The hopeless came in the dark
the winners toil with all the answers
By the way what ya doin'
The dusty films of a fine charade
I'm messing with
Your 40 out! Guzzle It!
Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It!
Pour Your 40 out! Guzzle It!
Bitch!

I was raised by drunks so I became a drunk
80 Proof
the melody of
Forty-Second Street
Little nifties from the fifties, innocent and sweet
Sexy ladies from the eighties, who are indiscreet

They're side by
From Denver to California
By way of Mexico
We're lost and we're finding each other
And we may never see the west coast
We may never see the west
by the tail
And everything is going my way
I've got forty eight hours and twenty five dollars in change

I've got forty eight hours and twenty five
My home ain't in the hall of fame
You can go there but you won't find my name
And my songs don't belong on top forty radio
I'll keep the old back
there's whites, separated by the green
After five hundred years, think we play for the same team
Smokescreen, make the president a black guy
It ain't no