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Alright, before we get it started Before we did 'smoke two joints', that was Jack from the Toys And that song 'Rivers Of Babylon' Was written by
Buffett, Lyle Lovett and Bobby Gentry Jerry Jeff, Bob Dylan, Donnie Fritts, The Dead, The Doors, Patsy Cline, John Prine and more I got Jackson Browne,
Alright, before we get it started Before we did 'Smoke two joints', that was Jack from the Toys And that song 'Rivers Of Babylon' Was written by
a bloody oath, by oak, by ash, by bitter thorn "Lady, I never was in your house since the day that I was born" "Oh, then it was your young boy Tom that
Napoleon murphy brock (vocals) Bob harris (vocals) Johnny "guitar" watson (vocals) Thing-fish:(contd.) Thass right, folks! we talkin' de hypocritical
and you'll never get beat By the junk food tattooed white dude true blued Honky with an attitude coming unglued Fate's right hand...I don't understand
Cheer up, it might never happen Drive-by shootings on the streets of Clapham Jackboots booting right across the map And daddy's gone 'a looking
Words and music by Bob Hartman Based on Philippians 2:9-10 Some men called Him Rabbi, good teacher, nothing more The Son of just a carpenter who
I'm old Tom Moore from the bummer's shore in that good old golden days They call me a bummer and a gin shot too, but what cares I for praise ? I
Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals) Napoleon murphy brock (saxophone, vocals) George duke (keyboards, vocals) Ruth underwood (percussion) Tom fowler
Bob Shane/Tom Drake/Miriam Stafford Chorus: Run Molly, run (oh, Molly). Run Molly, run. Long John's gonna beat you, beneath the shinin' sun. Long
Living in circles like we're dreaming Here's Capt'n Tom, he's with the CIA He keeps us safe and sound from foreign enemy He sells them guns and bombs
Napoleon murphy brock (vocals) Bob harris (vocals) Johnny "guitar" watson (vocals) Thing-fish: (to the rubber girl) Hmmm! dat quite a massive improve'lence,
drop, people listen to it To it, to it, to it Vas-y suce mon flow, vas-y suce mon bob, vas-y suce mon équipe Vas-y suce mon flow, vas-y suce mon bob
out of his mind With the Colins and Bobs I’m a jack and a lad And I’m up for the world And I’ve kissed a Gateshead girl He calls for a copy
Napoleon murphy brock (vocals) Bob harris (vocals) Johnny "guitar" watson (vocals) Ensemble: (singing) De white boy troubles! (white boy troubles!) De white
Yo drop to the ground and one knee me if you see me Take off your top like ZZ Mushrooms by himself causes shown to give samples of the body That I
muzishnins' drop by de college to receive an honorary degree! Thing-fish: You lyin', boy! dey givin' degrees in 'tater husbandry' back de ol' alma-motta! Evil
Napoleon murphy brock (vocals) Bob harris (vocals) Johnny "guitar" watson (vocals) Harry: (to thing-fish) Anything you say, master! take me, I'm yours!
Napoleon murphy brock (vocals) Bob harris (vocals) Johnny "guitar" watson (vocals) Harry: Rhonda, that evil prince...he certainly does have a way about him!
don't get fed up My people rise, my people fight My people do alright My people walk with pride and We're marchin' side by side and My people laugh,
treat me right So come on come on come on don't pass me by Out in the garden Tom tomato and asparaGus Discuss how very good this world could be If
with shrimp Flyer than Dumbo ears is, bitch Uhh, now let me start by sayin' I don't like this beat But I weather the storm, I'm a lightnin' streak
niggas Judas, I'm the son of Moses Illuminated, resurrected as Selassie Bob Marley through the trumpets on the day I die Rolls Royces on dirt roads, we
who the fuck you want to be? Like me ya black superhero Got enough zeros to hire Bob Shapiro Ya honor I'm have to get rid of ya Because it ain't no