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Old toy trains, little toy tracks
Little boy toys, comin' from a sack
Carried by a man dressed in white and red
Little boy don't you think it?s
Old toy trains
Little toy tracks
Little toy drums
Coming from a sack
Carried by a man
Dressed
In white and red
Little one
Don't you think
Old toy trains, little toy tracks
Little boy toys, comin' from a sack
Carried by a man dressed in white and red
Little boy don't you think it?s
Old toy trains, little toy tracks
Little toy drums coming from a sack
Carried by a man dressed in white and red
Little boy, don't you think it's
Old toy trains, little toy tracks
Little toy drums coming from a sack
Carried by a man dressed in white and red
Little boy, don't you think it's
We painted inside and out with just a gallon of joy
We had the girl and the boy
And love was never a toy
Just like that old rusty ford we restored
a big old celebration, everyone gathered 'round
They passed out toys to the girls and boys from miles around

Then all at once they heard a mighty whistle
I've been a deadly toy
Lead by the-threads of my senses
Don't don't think I'm lost for joy
Cause I hope she's ready for life's dance

How to let
I've been a deadly toy
Lead by the-threads of my senses
Don't don't think I'm lost for joy
Cause I hope she's ready for life's dance

How to let
We painted inside and out with just a gallon of joy
We had the girl and the boy
And love was never a toy
Just like that old rusty ford we restored
three times...
Gonna be like Jesse James."

Now the Conch Train is a tourist toy
That rolls through Key West Town
Like some weird ride from Disneyland
It
the ground

Cry for the toy trains lost in the snow
Cry for the dead deer surrounded by crows
You call me softly down in the dark
Down where the red worms
the same time
His Mama didn't know what to do with the boy
So she gave him Daddy's old guitar as a toy

Billy used to sit on the front porch swing
The birthday party was over toys were scattered here and there
Seven candles lay by the last piece of cake in front of an empty chair
A mother said
pants, yeah
Bury a million in the sand, by the clock tower
Before I die, take a hot shower

Ride the Harley into the sunset

By chance I seen her in
train Ramo
Mustache any old Money, "no!"

Merrily merrily merrily merrily
In a cobweb tomb on a hotbed of heresy
Frog men schooled by the god Ed
on analog sounds  pounds of rocket tars 

Microchips incredible antibiotic medicine  better than Octo 

Although created by the master genius 

You seen
I'm a king by blood a soldier by nature
I'm somethin' like a threat to y'all space cadets
Cause you never met brother nothin' like me yet
So push
a philostopher 'n see what he says!

Greggery stops at a gas station
And makes a mysterious phone

Is this the old loft
With the paint peelin' off it
By
signed to Bad Boy
Puff jerkin them anyway, but the difference is if I'm gettin jerked I'm still
Seeing noise
Push the big boy toys that fly by like
real. 
I'm 'bout to do my thing to shine. 
Said everybody
Shine. 
See'mon."

It's not luck that I'm sittin' here 
Spittin' for y'all.
Preeld in by
up, boogie on ya 

Like Don Cornelius, on SOULLLLLLLLLLL TRAIN! 

And heads I clip off, in rap leave a bloodstain 

A bigger pain, you would need
the knotty-headed nigga, rollin' right
Blunts by the boxes, I smuggle the chocolate thai to get me high when
I ran through more niggaz, than any kid that was
the knotty-headed nigga, rollin' right
Blunts by the boxes, I smuggle the chocolate thai to get me high when
I ran through more niggaz, than any kid that was
wanted a sequel not equal so here it comes
Now sit back as we run a train on your eardrums

[Chorus]
We boys! x3
We like here, yeah

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