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Fall Out Boy's Evening Out with Your Girlfriend [Reissue] (Fall Out Boy) · Fall Out Boy's Evening Out with Your Girlfriend (Fall Out Boy) · Sugar, We're Goin' Down (Fall Out Boy) · Sugar, We're Goin' Down (Fall Out Boy) · Sugar We're Goin Down (Fall Out Boy) · Sugar, We're Goin' Down (Fall Out Boy) · Sugar, We're Goin' Down (Fall Out Boy) · Sugar, Sugar: 60s Pop (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Sugar Sugar [GDC/ZXY] (The Archies) · Sugar, Sugar [Prestige] (The Archies) – and 90 other albums »


cane, sugar cane 
Sure...we're gonna take our chances 
To turn and seek you 
Couldn't go 
"And again." 
Sure we're without a reason 
I'm calling out
'em down and a hit a the ground
Shakin' so cause I have a know and the big man him do say
Boys you gotta have a license...
[ guitar ]
Well now I got
To me, girl, hey
Is why'all alright
Uh, break it down now
 
She gotta work it out
He gotta work it out
A brother gotta work it out
Whoa...whoa...
girl, hey
Is y'all alright
Uh, break it down now
 
She gotta work it out
He gotta work it out
A brother gotta work it out
Whoa, whoa
 
Child,
To me, girl, hey
Is why'all alright
Uh, break it down now
 
She gotta work it out
He gotta work it out
A brother gotta work it out
Whoa...whoa...
and I need ya now
To fill this emptiness in my soul,
Boy if you were here id never let go no way no how,
Hey sugar, (ew)
I know if we could get back
goin' nowhere fast
We sent out demos but everybody passed
So one day we finally took the plunge
Moved out to Seattle to play some grunge
Washington
Not everyone in New York would pay to see Andrew Lloyd Webber
May his trousers fall down as he bows to the queen and the crown
I don't know what
Get in the pick-up truck, we're goin for a ride
Come one man, it's a downhill slide
Remember the dead boys
Crawl in the back, we're goin' downtown
tie wearin' bolo champ
Comin' straight out the box with a bolo champ'
Yo he a beast with the sugar and yeast, mix it in pots
Like the way his release
one
Soon as I sat down I was fallin' in love
Tryin' to pour a little sugar in her Dixie cup
Talkin' over the speakers in the back of that truck
She
"Boy, ain't you got any other songs than these?" 
I go walkin' after midnight, goin' where the lonely go 
I got heartaches by the number, hear that
throwed his easy go down
Well I'm sick of the smell of this here burnin' hair and allows I'm a goin' to town
[ harmonica ]
So they saddles up and they hits
here . . .
Don't you boys know any nice songs?

Well the years was rollin' by
Heavy metal 'n glitter rock
Had caught the public eye
Snotty boys
I pulled up to a cattle guard
Got out, opened up the gate
I drove down a long dirt road
To the banks of an old two- acre lake
They had bonfires
i pulled up to a cattle guard
got out, opened up the gate
i drove down a long dirt road
to the banks of an old two- acre lake
they had bonfires
Motorcycles we like um'
Ask Bigg John, he's in the front lawn
Them bon-fires we all night um!
We tilt back till we fall down
Stay passed out till we get up
But I've got a few autographs for you to sign.' 
And they sprang us out right quick, so we could get up on the stick 
To Wichita Falls by show time
gone" 

But I've got a few autographs for you to sign.
And they sprang us out right quick, so we could get up on the stick 
To Wichita Falls by show
Well hello, hey, top of the morn', bonjour
Bueno Dias, I got the water,
Heres a teabag
Format we need three cups
Plus sugar milk, A few spoons
And all respect due to the regiments of the steel
Assemble!

Word, this is goin out to some hip-hop greats, yaknowhatI'msayin
Rakim and.. Chuck D

[Chubb
apologize to your daddy
O.G. Loc, boy, a pimp without a Caddy

Youknowmsayin?
Just a O.G. type brother
I want you to break it down
And tell em about the days
(Guitar Solo)

The chicks were in the chicken shack eating bread and honey
The hotel manager was adding up the money
Come on froggies let us pay
We got
The festival was over and the boys were all planning for a fall
The cabaret was quiet except for the drilling in the wall
The curfew had been lifted
Gettin', his little dick sucked by the, clucks 
And will he do dirt? Fool oh please 
Little locs are harder then the O-G's 
You fall to the ground and beg