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Del Reeves Sings Jim Reeves (Del Reeves) · Ive Mendes (Ive Mendes) · Ive Mendes [Bonus Tracks] (Ive Mendes) · Ive Mendes [Bonus Track] (Ive Mendes) · Ive Mendes [Bonus CD] (Ive Mendes) · Doodle-Oo-Doo-Doo (Del Reeves) · Wang Dang Doodle (Willie Dixon) · Little People: Yankee Doodle Sing-Along (Amuk) · Yankee Doodle Boy (Billy Murray) · Doodle Oodle (Alan Barnes) – and 90 other albums »


I'm a Yankee Doodle Dandy
A Yankee Doodle, do or die
A real live nephew of my uncle Sam's
Born on the Fourth of July
I've got a Yankee Doodle
I get up in the morning with a cock-a-doodle-do,
I get myself together if and when I chose.
I'm just buckin' time, without a reason or rhyme,
Oh
How do you do
I see you've met my faithful handyman
He's just a little brought down because
When you knocked
He thought you were the Candyman
(Chrisopher Reeves) Eminem I'm coming to kill you (sniff)
Always hated you and I still do
You'll never feel my chumps my superman costume (sniff)
Doesn't even
like hell, shit, I'm anxious as hell
Manson, you're safe in that cell, thankful is jail

I used to be my mommy's little Angel at twelve
At thirteen I
old ways of mine, I?ve left them behind 
Those crazy days are through 
The only thing I still do like I used to do 
Is carry this torch for you
my shoulder
Say the things you used to say
And make the world go away

I'm sorry if I've hurt you
I'll make it up day by day
Just say you love me
we want
Showin' up lat,  'cause it's whatever we want
Steppin' on your turf, takin' whatever we want

Don't get used to what you see them do, it's
How d'you do, I see you've met my faithful handyman
He's just a little brought down because when you knocked
He thought you were the candyman.
And by the way, N'Sync, why do they sing?
Am I the only one who realizes they stink?
Should I dye my hair pink and care what y'all think?
Lip sync and buy
anything
I feel like I've been run over by a truck
I don't care much about anything
So give me a ring
And tell me to wake up and do anything

I used
I know y'all listen to my music (red eyes) 
But what I'm a do know is try and describe my life to y'all

Sometimes I fell like I'm loosing it 
My
What'cha gotta do, what'cha gotta do, what'cha gotta, what'cha gotta, what'cha gotta do
What'cha gotta do, do, what'cha gotta do, do, do, do
Used
"lady! why wait for so much time to pass?
I've been wantin to tear up yo' old gray ass"
So I pulled out my dick
It was so shiny it looked like it was
worth you giving up
The greatest love you've ever known

Listen baby

Baby, whatcha gonna do without me
Whatcha gonna do without my love
Whatcha
How d'you do, I
See you've met my
Faithful handyman
He's just a little brought down because
When you knocked
He thought you were the candy man
How d'you do, I
See you've met my
Faithful handyman
He's just a little brought down because
When you knocked
He thought you were the candy man
teacher the bird (Look!)
So read up, about how I used to get beat up
Peed on, be on free lunch, and change school every 3 months
My life's like kinda
much damage can you do with a pen?
Man I'm just as fucked up as you woulda been
If you woulda been, in my shoes, who woulda thought?
Slim Shady would
Is the last thing I'll do
They'll lay me to rest
Knowing I've had the best

I used to get drunk all by myself
Now I've set that old pain up
to stir up
Some shit thick as Mrs. Butterworth's syrup
It's the Mr. Picked-On-Christopher-Reeves-Just-For-No-Reason
Other than to just tease him
'Cause
an answer for you soon

I've made my mistakes
I've played for high stakes
And I know when I make up my mind
And I've made up my mind

When I do 
I'll
magic on my Tomboy

And now I find I've been blind
You were always on my mind
Before I'm through, you'll say I do
And Tomboy will be mine.
So how do I stop loving you? 
Forget things that we used to do?
Forget all the dreams that we shared? 
And how my life was knowing you cared?
Why
to stir up
Some shit thick as Mrs. Butterworth's syrup
It's the Mr. Picked-On-Christopher-Reeves-Just-For-No-Reason
Other than to just tease him
'Cause