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Albums:

Belly to Belly, Vol. 1 (Warrant) · Belly to Belly (Warrant) · Cinema Beer Belly, Vol. 4 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Lone Star Beer & Bob Wills Music/For All Our Cowboy Friends (Red Steagall) · Edu & Tom/Tom & Edu (Antonio Carlos Jobim) · Tom Tom Club (Tom Tom Club) · Tom Tom Club (Tom Tom Club) · The Body and Soul of Tom Jones/Tom Jones Sings She's a Lady (Tom Jones) · Tom Tom Club [Deluxe Edition] (Tom Tom Club) · Belly Full of Blues (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 90 other albums »


Sometime in the summer of '96
I was off on a road trip
A couple hundred bucks and a case of beer
Outside Panama City limits is where it all begins
found my good time gone and she took my shirt
Drove by all the places that we had been
There was one where the windows read

Tattoos, piercings, belly
Through rutted winding streets of Kathmandu
Dodging crowded humans, cows, dogs, rickshaws
Storefronts constellated pools of blue-white
Bright
you're gonna get knocked over by a belly full o' beer

Ridin'
Shotgun
Runnin' over land
To the Rio Grande
Take the law in hand
To the Rio Grande
Now
just don't get too near
'Cause you're gonna get knocked over by a belly full o' beer

Ridin'
Shotgun
Runnin' over land
To the Rio Grande
Take
to sleep
Searching for the perfect line
So here's to the good old days, baby, one more time

I remember Jimmy saying: if he had two blues and a beer
He
just don't get too near
'Cause you're gonna get knocked over by a belly full o' beer

Ridin'
Shotgun
Runnin' over land
To the Rio Grande
Take
baby on the way

Hey, up to Jimi Hendrix, to beer, the Sonic Lizard, the Rape Man
How about Bob Marley, Bob Dobbs and Bob Forrest
To all those punker
There was Johnny McEldoo and McGee and me
And a couple of two or three went on the spree one day
We had a bob or two, which we knew how to blew
baby on the way

Hey, up to Jimi Hendrix, to beer, the Sonic Lizard, the Rape Man
How about Bob Marley, Bob Dobbs and Bob Forrest
To all those punker
Licorice tattoo turned a gun metal blue
Scrawled across the shoulders of a dying town
Took the one eyed jacks across the railroad tracks
Licorice tattoo turned a gun metal blue
Scrawled across the shoulders of a dying town
Took the one eyed Jacks across the railroad tracks
Licorice tattoo turned a gun metal blue
Scrawled across the shoulders of a dying town
Took the one eyed-jacks across the railroad tracks
And the scar
There was Johnny McEldoo and McGee and me
And a couple of two or three went on the spree one day
We had a bob or two, which we knew how to blew
eyes

They said they'd be here they said, they said in the corner
And I'm thinking

People pushing by, and walking off into the night

These look
eyes

They said they'd be here they said, they said in the corner
And I'm thinking

People pushing by, and walking off into the night

These look
eyes

They said they'd be here they said, they said in the corner
And I'm thinking

People pushing by, and walking off into the night

These look
pushin' by, and walkin' off into the night) 
Hmm, brandy or beer? Waters a good idea, 
Wish that bar lady'd appear; and come serve over here. 
Where
pushin' by, and walkin' off into the night) 
Hmm, brandy or beer? Waters a good idea, 
Wish that bar lady'd appear; and come serve over here. 
Where
house
Big John on that goddamn bass
I'm 22 with a motherfuckin' beer belly
Some say I'm a OG already
When I was young I had the lust to pull
little crimson pinholes sweat on vintage quill venom 
Developed by a fatal blues anthology.
Communities on cue bury their ostrich beaks.
Thought it was
a thug

Bottles of beer from the land of five horses
Man who wasn't there like Billy Bob Thornton
Crush-crew landin in, steppin' into the scene
Fertilize
so we can rub bellies, I know by now you ready,
you sweatin me so heavy

It's a Private party
ain't no party like an M.O.B. party, cause an M.O.B.
a checkered double-knit suit drove up in a large El Dorado Cadillac, leased from BOB SPREEN...

("Where the freeways meet in Downey!")

...And he laid
high
And niggas don't be trippin don't be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fuckin green, papers what I said