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Written by Tommy Shaw
Lead Vocals by Tommy Shaw

Hannah you're with me in spirit wherever I go
To the ends of the earth and all points between
Hannah Montana, Hannah Montana
Let's make a movie, get it on camera
And it'll be the best of your life
I met her once, hit it twice, that's a hell
And my friend Brian Temple
He thought he could make it
So from the third story he jumped
And he missed the swimming pool only by inches
And everyone
not
Maybe not that one

I was doing a show recently on the border of, uh, Hannah Montana and South Dakota Fanning
And after the show
After
over Amadie's vocal cords
Good old boys in a good ol' Model T Ford
Amadie took a walk by the railroad track
To the other side and he won't be coming back
at the sofa,
And he said to himself
"quite an attractive sofa"
"this sofa could be commercial"

With a few more margaritas and the right company

However, I
at de gas statium...when why'sent de ol' lady in fo' de inner-tube patchin', 'round de foth o' july.

Harry-as-a-boy:
Quentin? how could he be so
like it's Vicodin
So much metal in his spine, he could get rich from the recycling! (yeah!)
Chino be curdling blood, don't get burned from the buzz
I
the juicy humps, I don't want your man, 'cause I got enough
So don't be mad at me 'cause he be callin' my phone
I got my eye on one guy, tell him leave me
Small town boy from Montana, he wore a red bandana
with a guitar always close at hand
led by his intuition, he had but one ambition
to become
and I'm numbin the bum, like it's Vicodin
So much metal in his spine, he could get rich from the recycling! (yeah!)
Chino be curdlin blood, don't get burned
a taster(chaser)?
Pray to gods, the(n) way ya odds, 'cause only he could save ya
Motherfuckers, it's..

[Chorus 2X: Cormega]
The Montana shit, the money and the power
done by Mr. Zappa that I think are unfair to our country.

I think, from the beginning, to say that this is going to be balanced, when he has this
the alleyway
A wad of cash in my pants
I get paid by a ten year old
He says he looks up to me
There's still crime in the city
But it's good to be free

Now I
took the law in my hands

So here I am in the alleyway
A wad of cash in my pants
I get paid by a ten year old
He says he looks up to me
There's
Why do people make livin so complicated?
But then I saw a girl, her name was Mary
Introduced to drugs by her boyfriend Harry
He sold crack to the kids
Or could be canned 

Rum by the kettle drum 
Whiskey by the jar 
At Liar's Bar 

Well living with a lying man 
Could never really hurt 
But living
was smooth gunned down by a teenage gangsta
No bigger than me, never could be hisself
Always tryin to act like someone else
There just ain't no
Montana
He bit the leg of the old sheriff
Ha! That boy fell down on his harelip -Ow! Ow!
Well I might be wrong
But you you tag along
And we we all been
wondered how long he could keep it up.

How long? how long?
How long? how long?

Well his eyes are rollin' and he can't even speak
The spirit's willing but
took the law in my hands

So here I am in the alleyway
A wad of cash in my pants
I get paid by a ten year old
He says he looks up to me
There's
dis cocksucker mights be evil, but he am a prince! now he be talkin' de vernak-luh, I's findin' it consid'rubly mo' cornvemient to in- demnify wit his
for"
Then she started runnin and almost got away
With no clothes I gave chase, makin sure she'd pay
Now she passed by my boy and I knew he was strapped
B-Real)
Seekin' to find the toys, with no flavor
See I'm talkin' about those whose vocals ain't coming off
A skill to kill at will, but awfully dumb
Thing-fish:
Ob'dewlla! is why'awright? don't be pullin' de boy's chain too hard dere! he gots 'nuthuh show t'do t'morrow! don't put dat in yo' mouf, girl! I