Lyrics:
This is the story of bee
You tea fool Mango
Cotton & how her
Marma-lady voice got
Stolen by one DJ
(dodgy) Queenie Nylon
Day-glo Doof only
time broke down body and mind
And some time when I don't see a rain cloud floatin' by Lord I just feel like dyin'
My pa used to tell me when I was a boy
Hey Greyhound good boy
Take me for a ride
Through the cottonfields
We go side by side
Hey Greyhound good boy
I feel she's around
Just like
Take you back to a cotton field
In the heart of Louisiana
Little boy about nine years old
Sings a song in the heat of the day
Mama cried when her
night
What do you think about California
We could stay there all day if you wanna
If I'm by your side
Your hand in mine
We could walk the beach or stroll
People in here from all over the world
Men, women, little boys and girls
Gather 'round by the seaside
Beach party, tropics style
Diamond head
She was like a brand new song on an old guitar
Supernova in a Mason's jar
Every boy in town wanted to show her around
And as the dirt road Finch
She was like a brand new song on an old guitar
Supernova in a Mason's jar
Every boy in town wanted to show her around
And as the dirt road Finch
First with your hands and then with your mouth.
A downpour of sweat, damp cotton clouds.
I was a fool, you were my friend. We made it happen.
amusement parks USA
Hurry, hurry, hurry folks step right up to the beach boy circus.
The best little show in town.
Hurry, hurry, hurry, it's only a dime
amusement parks USA
Hurry, hurry, hurry folks step right up to the beach boy circus.
The best little show in town.
Hurry, hurry, hurry, it's only a dime
and a casual stroll from the town beach to the dock
The girls they walk in two's and three's, their pretty cotton frocks teased by the breeze.
And I will find
a hunnert-and-ten of 'em
I says, "Pig Pen, they just didn't have no faith
"They definitely gone ten-seven."
By the time we got into that Piccadilly Town,
'Bout half
song is about you)
And take it to the streets
See I'm a lover, not a fighter but I'll crack your teeth
Boy, please, please, nah, don't bother me
song is about you)
And take it to the streets
See I'm a lover, not a fighter but I'll crack your teeth
Boy, please, please, nah, don't bother me
Punch record man
Cause I'm in the booth right now making songs and (explicative)
And I'm thinking Freedom is a mother (explicative)
I sit back
We took a trip down to Miami
She sweet like cotton candy
Laid down by the beach
And saw all my problems turn blue
But now we floating through
Sank about a hunnert-and-ten of 'em
I says, "Pig Pen, they just didn't have no faith
"They definitely gone ten-seven."
By the time we got into that
came about, you know
And then I put songs accordingly
Like, the element of fire
Because fire is unpredictable
And it scatters all over the place
You
That by the song's end, I probably start another trend
I know everything you wan' do
I did all that by the age of twenty-one
By twenty-two I had that
That by the song's end, I probably start another trend
I know everything you wan' do
I did all that by the age of twenty-one
By twenty-two I had that
I want to go on a cruise
Take a trip to Belize
I want to fly to Cancun
Cop a spot by the sea
Park my Benz by the beach
Yeah we causing a scene
Get
guessed it! God done over by customs, the pair of us, didn't we? So there we
are standing there, "Hello hello hello! What you been up to, you naughty boys
on 'em
Dope money with a band on it
Half gold, we got a hand on it
D-boys still ball the same
Just gotta little bit of glam on it
Yah
I got flames
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