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Are the same soft sands
Where we once had such fun
In the warm summer sunshine

There is the rock
That you dared me to climb
Darling, that was
fine
We could spend some time
You are, you are
The one, the one for me
Can we have some fun?

Hey Hotti
Definition of a Hotti
Hey Hotti
Come on yeah

Hey
of the collective soul
Now was somewhere out on riverside
By the El Royale Hotel
When a stranger appeared in a cloud of smoke
I thought I knew him all too well

He
[Chorus]
Fun Fun Fun kick the drumstick somebody's in love kick the drumstick Romeo's got a lady his poppa's goin' crazy [repeat]

I still remember
by a garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak is all she said
We jumped in
Which, with any luck, they might
We'll fight
For the Stately Homes  of England
 
The Stately Homes of England,
Though rather in the lurch,
Provide
Which, with any luck, they might
We'll fight
For the Stately Homes  of England
 
The Stately Homes of England,
Though rather in the lurch,
Provide
Which, with any luck, they might
We'll fight
For the Stately Homes  of England
 
The Stately Homes of England,
Though rather in the lurch,
Provide
by a garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak is all she said
We jumped in
head
She likes to freak was all she said
We jumped in the sheets and we broke my bed
There's another girl, her name is Mary
Talked about sex
head
She likes to freak was all she said
We jumped in the sheets and we broke my bed
There's another girl, her name is Mary
Talked about sex
Which, with any luck, they might
We'll fight
For the Stately Homes  of England
 
The Stately Homes of England,
Though rather in the lurch,
Provide
sucka-chumps want to test, step like we don't know
We doin, we doin shows in San Francisco
That's right young writer, got a hit for all you biters
Time to bless
Which, with any luck, they might
We'll fight
For the Stately Homes  of England
 
The Stately Homes of England,
Though rather in the lurch,
Provide
Which, with any luck, they might
We'll fight
For the Stately Homes  of England
 
The Stately Homes of England,
Though rather in the lurch,
Provide
So tell me am I wrong?
For tryin' to communicate through a song
I'm up early in the morning, by sunrise I'll be gone
All my homies is waitin' for me
There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who mohel for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your
Hennesey and orange juice baby fill up a cup
Quick to grab Mary Jane by the butt and squeeze
Loosen up, let your hair down, and join the festivities
falling down on their asses?

NICKY
Sure!

GARY COLEMAN
And don'tcha feel all
warm and cozy,
watching people
out in the rain!

NICKY
You bet!
the rut
Hennessey and orange juice baby fill up a cup
Quick to grab Mary Jane by the butt and squeeze
Loosen up, let your hair down, and join
some fun, yeah
All the ladies
Standing on the wall, standing on the wall
I'm not leaving
Till I catch me one, till I catch me one

Cuties, all
And had boomin sounds

We went in

And we were dressed to impress

Fly women and girlies

Lookin their very best

We took a seat at the bar

Feelin brand
freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak was all she said
We jumped in
Hennessey and orange juice baby fill up a cup
Quick to grab Mary Jane by the butt and squeeze
Loosen up, let your hair down, and join the festivities
the brother
Call for total wealth to distribute like a picture
In black and white, give it joy, give it, let it hit you

Spoil our existence by extreme gift