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Didn't Feel Lonely Till I Thought of You: The Island Albums (Kevin Ayers) · Didn't Feel Lonely Till I Thought of You: The Island Albums (Kevin Ayers) · Island Life: 50 Years of Island Records (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Gershwin: Island to Island (Kathleen Landis) · Island Life [Island Life 2] (Grace Jones) · Enema of the State / Take Off Your Pants and Jacket / Blink-182 (blink-182) · Pants Hang Low (Plies) · Who Needs Pants When You've Got a Nice Hat (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Take off Your Pants and Jacket [Australia Bonus Tracks] (blink-182) · Fancy Pants (Count Basie Orchestra) – and 90 other albums »
The Lonely Island! Incredibad, this is just a blast This in my pants, lazy Sunday, Nadia No doubt these fuckers, those two The Lonely Island, fuck yes
The light that fill my lonely cell, Is blocked out by the key, That locks the door to this hell, The place they wanted me. Time's racing like
Lonely on an island shore There's no one around. The day is grown older now As I catch the thought of you. I lay awake at night With you on my mind;
[The Lonely Island] Imagine in your mind a posh country club The stuffy old money where the poor get snubbed The spread is bland sauerkraut
a steak, Smashed in like my balls went and stepped on a rake. Lonely island! Grammy nominated, yea! Hit 'em again! Yo straight out the box with
How a flower grows Oh how a flower grows. [Chorus] Mary dropped her pants by the sand And let a parson come and take her hand But the soul
Oh no I’m gonna need to borrow some pants No We were buzzing why didn't you? Oh hey ladies Oh my God it smells like fuckin death in here Hey freaks!
how we walk and talk and kick up like this and gwan like this She say she never hear nobody talk like this Sag in ah me pants, make me walk like
renew virginity [Chorus] Awaiting the sunset on this lonely shore Home, a strange word in my mouth I call on the winds to lead me through
Ghostface swarmed by groupies Mingle amongst stars, I come in cat, invades Mars Highlight of the century, first bet placed upon entry Fainted when the book
smilin' and don't want to be on an island anymore There's a lady locked in a love affair wouldn't care if she was single again There's a lonely soul
I'm the Biz Markie, I'm known for beatboxin' and rap And now it's time, to put Long Island on the map And lettin' you know, that it'll put you in
Yea let's do this Take a good look at me, you need a bad guy like me All I have in this world is my balls and my work, And I don't break em for
that same old trash That's right You've got them real silk shirts and them baggy pants Dago shoes in the colors that match But the girls are acting
I like it. We climbed for hours and days and years And centuries the islands sole lonely mountain Until we were high enough to see the otters
and simple, taken under this transmission Did my first hit 12 years old, pants sliddin' A little place in Coney Island called the clam kitchen I walk right
and simple, taken under this transmission Did my first hit 12 years old, pants sliddin' A little place in Coney Island called the clam kitchen I walk right up
It don't matter if it's the winter or summertime I got the mac in my pants Make niggaz do that dance, they fuck with mines It always come a time,
I've seen everything there is to be shown I followed her all the way home I can't be too cool in a tree with my pants down The air is cold and I've
dream of you In my dream a little seagulls Flying through the darkest night Searching for some teardrops in The wind with the ship of lonely
thinking of his lonely room the sink that by his bed gives off a stink Then smells her perfume in his eyes and her voice was like a bell Outside
D cups Spiderman saw Doctor Oct spittin' off the top of a New York City bus City Island eatin' shrimps Throwin' fries in water to swans and ducks
to view Down all the days to 1992 So lonely on this island ever since she set me free. Breaking out of my isolation Reaching out with hands across
a beat up accordian That's Erik our drummer his father's a plumber He drank enough booze to get Rhode Island drunk Now he's straight but still smelly
romance) Heartbreak suzie don't you waste my time (she have me in a fantasy island) Come booty by booty by booty by booty by booty by booty by hay!