Search results for sing to god by the goo goo dolls

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Albums:

A Boy Named Blue: The Bluegrass Tribute to Goo Goo Dolls (Hutchinson, Hutch) · A Tribute to the Goo Goo Dolls (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Goo Goo Dolls (The Goo Goo Dolls) · Boo Boo Goo Goo (Caesars) · Sing Sing Sing (Roberto Gatto) · Sing, Sing, Sing [Bluebird] (Benny Goodman) · Sing! Sing! Sing! (New York Voices) · Sing, Sing, Sing [Bluebird] (Benny Goodman) · Sing, Sing, Sing: Live at the Fujitsu-Festival 1992 (Mel TormĂ©) · Sing! Sing! Sing! (New York Voices) – and 90 other albums »


bye
Take my hand, pretty baby, bye bye
Hope you'll understand

Oh, oh, oh, oh
Goodbye, ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-by
Goodbye, ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-by
(Goo-ood, bye
And sings like a song before you die

Sunny day shooting breakfast bedheadings
Lunchtime wartime armaghedon
God tell me what to do
It's a perfect time
to the inside
Let it all hang out
Your Jesus of goo
Tonight breaking out

Girl I'm your genius tonight
If its alright, if its alright
Girl I'm your genius tonight
to the inside
Let it all hang out
You're the jesus of goo
Tonight breaking out

Girl I'm your genius tonight
If its alright, if its alright
Girl I'm your
of the bottomless pit
Don't make a sound or we might drag your baby down
To the bottom of the bottomless pit

I'm covered with slime and ick and goo
But that's okay
God for Parliament
Everybody funky knows that they was heaven sent
There's Michael Hampton at one end of the stage
Banging out Maggot Brain with Eddie
by side

With my sistren extended kin sing
Keep on moving and don't stop
Do you get the gist of the linguistic
That I kick

I'm the chic with the hips
too. 
When you stood up there was goo all over your clothes. 
Your hands were sticky. 
You wiped them on your grass, so now your color was green. 
Oh
half lit cigarette
'Cause when morning comes
God knows that you'll be mine

So let me in
I'm ready to beg and to sing for my sins
Not leave it
they talkin' 'bout man, okay

I'm comin' straight up outta that chat room, and live from the message board
I'm at the crib all by myself, chattin'
audi 5, yeah 



Chorus 



I'm seein robots, passin by, everyday (I'm seein robots!) 

I'm seein -- goo goo gah gah, them ugly kids call me
too
When you stood up there was goo all over your clothes
Your hands were sticky
You wiped them on your grass, so now your color was green
Oh Lord,
stood up there was goo all over your clothes.
Your hands were sticky.
You wiped them on your grass, so now your color was green.
Oh Lord, why did
rhymes till I wrinkle, and my brown eyes twinkle.
God called hip-hop for the nine-cinco.

Tasty like a soufflé french croisant on Tuesday.
Rappers be
too. 
When you stood up there was goo all over your clothes. 
Your hands were sticky. 
You wiped them on your grass, so now your color was green. 
Oh
terrible weather
Nobody does it better than I, so approved by Carly Simon
Most rappers is real hard, but still hardly rhymin'

To all, rise and shine, give
let you go-o (Hey)
I don't wanna let you go, I don't wanna let you go (Sing it with me)

I don't wanna, don't wanna, don't wanna, don't wanna, don't
than I, so approved by Carly Simon.
Most rappers is real hard, but still hardly rhymin'.
To all - rise and shine; give God the glory.
I already give
a do a bee's line
To where she stood and sipped the Nehi Grape, the sweet kind
Circle you, thicker by de-sign
Be-hind swingin like bring it back, come
Here we go-o, uh-oh
Every two records you do scenario
You get the best MCs, how? To rhyme first
Of course you rap last, so you can show off your skirt
cigarette
'Cause when morning comes, God knows that you'll be mine
So let me in, I'm ready to beg and to sing for my sins
Not leave it to chance and sweet
and goo-gobblers struggle
To stay on top of sand dunes
Some mouths born with silver spoons

Make your bed you gotta sleep in it
Mistakes made
Baking soda kept
Here we go-o, uh-oh
Every two records you do scenario
You get the best MCs, how? To rhyme first
Of course you rap last, so you can show off your skirt
again 

Try again 



[Wyclef Jean] 

Guess who? Uh-oh, uh-oh 

Here we go-o, uh-oh 

Every two records you do scenario 

You get the best
get cheese and smoke green with my guys
I'm on a green diet, I don't want no french fries

I just wanna get by, I just wanna get high
I just wanna