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By Michael Brown
Oh, we're meetin' at the courthouse at eight o'clock tonight
You just walk in the door and take the first turn to the right
Be
Hardy back in jail

John Hardy had a purdy little wife
That Mrs oh she wore what blew
She came to the jailhouse with a loud shout
She saying Johnny
state with fear."
 
It was a golden moment
In the history of TV news.
No one could believe it
It just got great reviews.
 
"Hey, Mr. Clean, you
years now we sell it in town
Under the bucket that goes down.
No one knew of it but three:
Mr. Grant, Davis and me.

[Chorus]

I swear by God it is
with fear."

It was a golden moment
In the history of TV news
No one could believe it
It just got great reviews

"Hey, Mr. Clean, you're dirty
Life lines and suicide crimes -- 
He found me in a state 
Grabbed my purse and hitched a ride 
With a Mrs. Jesus "how you been" 
I've been
Velveteen Rose 

Mr. John Lee 
'Twas an act that you told me 
The burning thoughts you harbored me 
The sheriff found your sweet Marie 
Floating by
John Adams:
All right, gentlemen, let's get on with it
Which of us will write our Declaration of Independence?

Mr. Adams, I say you should write
Written by: John Duarte, Mark Paul

Mr. Mambo (repeat)

I've been waiting for the weekend
To go out and have some fun
Well the stars shine just like
to
Great to romance to, with a lot to say to you
Relaying a message, revealing the essence of a jazz thing

Jazz music, jazz music
Jazz music, jazz music
(Bop-bop-bop singing by bass voice)
Mr Bass Man, you've got that certain somethin'
Mr Bass Man, you set that music thumpin'
To you it's easy when
every time a tour rolls by, you know we'll stay at
Laurel Drive

John Thatcher Longley, clean up your house
John Thatcher Longley, clean up your house
Every day's a holiday in Mr. Moody's Garden
Where little girls say pardon and how do
You do my name is Nosey
And this is me sister really (really)
years now we sell it in town
Under the bucket that goes down.
No one knew of it but three:
Mr. Grant, Davis and me.

[Chorus]

I swear by God it is
John Pebble of Styx Enterprises 
"Get 'em out by Friday! 
You don't get paid till the last one's well on his way. 
Get 'em out by Friday! 
It's
. Fausman
Good to see you sir. You want Mr. John Cash, don't ya
Sorta like to, yes. Johnny
Johnny a little memento from Folsom prison.
Like a cuddle up
We'll
Rave on John Donne, rave on thy Holy fool
Down through the weeks of ages
In the moss borne dark dank pools 
Rave on, down through the industrial
Every day's a holiday in Mr. Moody's Garden
Where little girls say pardon and how do
You do my name is Nosey
And this is me sister really (really)
You know I love that organic cooking
I always ask for more
And they call me Mr. Natural
On down to the health food store
I only eat good sea salt
You know I love that organic cooking
I always ask for more
And they call me Mr. Natural
On down to the health food store
I only eat good sea salt
Anybody here, seen my old friend John, can you tell me where he's 
Gone? 

Were at the Trademark, the motorcade is coming by here, I can see many 
Many
on frigid winter days
 blow by the, blow by the snow
 Professor John gives an exam
 Try to pass it if you can
 You know he'll send you out to frigid
Ah ha ha
Ah yeah
Yo what's up?
Welcome to Mr. be's new demo
Buggin' out homes
This is our fourth demo ya'll
On the fourth of July
Ya'll know four
Perkins
Sittin' on his stool
Watchin' Butch and Jimmy John
Talkin' loud and playin' pool
The boys from Silver City
Were standin' by the fire
Singin'
The man who's head expanded.
The man whose head expanded was corrupted by Mr. Sociological
memory. Was corrupted by Mr. Sociological Memory Man.