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"I wanna score goals" The coach said, "Buddy, remember your role The fast guys get paid, they shoot, they score Protect them, Buddy, that's what
I saw her Sunday Down by the breakers She drove right by me I was stunned to realize That she was riding with That dime-a-dozen guy First
[BRIAN] There's a girl passing by [NICKY] No, I think it's a guy [ALL BUT PRINCETON] And a homeless man who only wants to buy something to eat!
And all you sightings up there in the sky Feel free to drop in anytime Anytime you're just kinda passin' by And you get the urge that you want to see
door is sunnin' in the nude I got those mean old subdivision blues But I bought my house because it was located near a school Now a bus comes by
on walton and state. she's babs up and down on belmont right by the train. he's buddy and his wife in uptown, by the aragon, he's andy selling streetwise
even when she drunk off the tonic gin Wastin fifty cents in the phone, it took two calls After conversation, blue balls Lookin for a way to release this
They done showed up to squoosh my head, but I was saved by this guy they call Well they call him Mojo's dad cause he's a screaming lunatic Librarian
Blue Cyclone, Oooh Well my wife went out of town 'bout a year or so back And left me at home by myself to batch, And after five straight nights
Me and my buddy got us a wild hair And figured we wanted to go somewhere So we loaded up in my ragtop Chevrolet We had a little bit of money
getting ready to leave When somebody grabbed old Jim by the sleeve And this good looking girl was asking my buddy to dance I said Jim don't do it
In the black bucket hearse with the rusty grill a chrome Pickin' up the homies, we get em one by one If you ain't psychopathic ryda boy you cannot
from the sky I'm a rich hog, Give me it now, I'm not the guy you want to piss off, By any means, I get what I want and I want it all. (Rock with me,
shirt at least when rabbit tried this he was fucking poor as dirt but me standing here in my fucking Ralph Lauren surrounded by a collapsing crowd