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soon disappear  Cause champagne is cheaper than water down here / Champagne s', agua no  Champagne s', agua no / A toast to the French who gave us these
On the third day of Christmas,
my true love gave to me: three French toast,

Doug- Two turtlenecks,

Bob- And a beer. (Okay...)

Doug- There should be
some niggaz get sorrier
Insane as the war for the little 5th Ward warrior
Tonight's your dead date your dying a slow rate
Let's hope the chainsaw's
I'm intercontinental when I eat French toast
Adrock with the new addition edition
Gettin' on down for the year 2000
A slight distraction can get you
to him
There he goes in his trench coat, no clothes again
Baby, make us some French toast and show us some skin
I show you every inch grows of my foreskin
An angel of death descending to destroy the human race

Down, down, deep underground
A great disaster

In the sixteenth century there was a French
piles of spaghetti, bad vibes like confetti in Italy
We go by train and not by plane
We'd come home by car if it wasn't too far
To drive home by car
On the third day of Christmas,
my true love gave to me: three French toast,

Doug- Two turtlenecks,

Bob- And a beer. (Okay...)

Doug- There should be
On the third day of Christmas,
my true love gave to me: three French toast,

Doug- Two turtlenecks,

Bob- And a beer. (Okay...)

Doug- There should be
the human race

Down, down
Deep underground
A great disaster

In the sixteenth century there was a French philosopher
By the name of Nostradamus
Who
stepped into a diner by the scales where he stopped to weigh
He looked at me I'm the waitress there and we all heard him say
Pour me a piece of coffee
mine
Only I can use it
The power I get from the chain is mine
Only I can use it

It was only yesterday, thunder rolling by, breaking up the sky
colonge
And sympathy toasts you all alone

You pick me up like a second hand coat
Spit and shine a Friday night
But the things you forget hang around like
the plane
Nothing
Not one single word
It must come this morning or I'll go insane
I'll go insane

Now it's been almost five days
Could she have sent it by air
French fried shoe strings
On a drunken cellar door.
If these walls could talk,
I'd listen to the floor.

The bar stools proppin' up
A twenty dollar
a Gremlin eatin in Larry Parker like Gizmo
As Dr. Octagonecologyst girls open legs for beer kegs
French toast and herbs were covered with giant eggs
Livin
that lives real close.
You know, I got a gal that lives real close.
And that's the best thing in the world, like french toast.
Once you get a slice, it's
An angel of death descending to destroy the human race

Down, down, deep underground
A great disaster

In the sixteenth century there was a French
his wife said "Toupee, isn't that a French word?"
And Harry said, "Ole." She said, "That's a Spanish word."
And he said "O.K., can't tell the difference
that yoppa by the bed nigga french toast
Black Phantom out front nigga space ghost
Word on the street you looking for 4 and a heezy
Just pull up in
what I need 
Pour the champagne and toast the glass 
Taste, but don't drink too fast 
'Cause we got many nights to cuddle by the fireplace 
You blush
A clock on my chest proves I don't fess
I'm a clock-a, rock-a rockin' wit-da-rest
Flavor in da house by chuck-d's side
Chuck got da flavor-flav don't hide
trail
It'll drive you insane
My wife's worried home by the telephone
I'm on the road again
It's the Forth of July on the rodeo trail if I ever make it
inherit all my power
But beware - the curse will fall upon you
And become your darkest hour"

In the times of 1791
During the French revolution
alone knock-a
A clock on my chest proves I don't fess
I'm a clock-a, rock-a rockin' wit-da-rest
Flavor in da house by chuck-d's side
Chuck got da