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guitar bum whose name I never knew Old School Nashville, Harlan Howard, Bob McDill Tom T Hall go drink your fill and blow us all away There was this
no expiration date on the batteries Look, I've never been a hater It's never been in my nature But, listen, let me hook you up 'cause B.O.B
Cheer up, it might never happen Drive-by shootings on the streets of Clapham Jackboots booting right across the map And daddy's gone 'a looking
Of the comrades all that I've had, there's none that's left to boast And I'm left alone in my misery like some poor wandering ghost And I pass by from town
ugly mother-fuckers than you are, hey-why, so watch out. now..." Guy (butch? ): "will you bring my girlfriend on stage, maybe? " Fz: "sure. all right,
Bob Shane/Tom Drake/Miriam Stafford Chorus: Run Molly, run (oh, Molly). Run Molly, run. Long John's gonna beat you, beneath the shinin' sun. Long
this? I left my place after midnight And I came to this hall Me and my girlfriend, wecame here Lookin' to ball You came to the right place This is it
I'm not the first guy who ever lost a girlfriend But by the way I'm carrying on You'd think I was you'd think I'd lost my mind Since you've been
and forth, I ain't no convos I flew to Paris and my plug named Diego, Gradur ! Gucci shirt, belt, Tom Ford Finessed the plug and he fell for it Fuckin'
Listening to the teacher rap just ain't my bag By the two-bells ring, you know it's my cue I'm gonna meet the boys on floor number two Smokin' in the boys'
Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals) George duke (keyboards, synthesizer, vocals) Tom fowler (bass) Ruth underwood (percussion) Jeff simmons (rhythm
powerful, spit shit subliminal Slang therapist, my whole style is criminal Bugged like Bob Digital, fly visual Mind body and soul, I'm a strong individual
with a crease tom peeps burn to nucci, house full of hunnies sportin' gucci, cuttin' coochie. I'm the man girlfriend, luxury I swim macadocious
chicken My Porsche got stuck in traffic and My girlfriend said get real How dare you get me stuck here How d'you think that made me feel I got a Yamaha 5
rap this Enlightening minds with my lyrical tactics In life everything ain't always what it seems But people are enchanted by things that gleam You
don't get fed up My people rise, my people fight My people do alright My people walk with pride and We're marchin' side by side and My people laugh,
on the tail of a dragon Wet pussy is my cabin, more bitches than a pageant I keep a house full nigga, call me Bob Saget Spendin' time backwards, hotter than
was raped by a clown.Isn't this ironic? I was watching Al Gore on CNN, He was talking, and talking, and talking, And then out of boredom my pet
lyin' 'bout them muthafuckin' hairy hands Well how you think I tear a man till he can barely stand? I share the land with hustlers hollerin' my chorus
Alright, before we get it started Before we did 'smoke two joints', that was Jack from the Toys And that song 'Rivers Of Babylon' Was written by
Alright, before we get it started Before we did 'Smoke two joints', that was Jack from the Toys And that song 'Rivers Of Babylon' Was written by
I don't bet I don't be in no casino, and baby while you knizzow The izzi is the grizzeat Kizzangizzo." I thought she'd be impress by my devious rap
my girlfriend Jim, and Ian, and Aynsley, and Bob, and Frank... I mean, none of us... Pleased to meet you... Hi Howie We never met a pop star from
up by a bunch of g ass niggas And I just bought your girlfriend some knee pads nigga Eagle street where the real niggas hung Ima rep that shit till
brown nose) There's rich uncle Bob, I say now what you gonna do? (Gonna brown nose. Gonna brown nose) You get stopped by the man, I say now what you gonna