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Yellow dog school bus kickin’ up red dust
Pickin’ us up by a barbed wire fence
Mtv on the RCA, no A/C in the vents

We were Jesus save me, blue jean baby
Yellow dog school bus kickin’ up red dust
Pickin’ us up by a barbed wire fence
Mtv on the RCA, no A/C in the vents

We were Jesus save me, blue jean baby
crawled out my bedroom window

Chattahoochee cootchie boogaloo 
You got what it takes to shake these awkward teenage blues
Pick me up and throw me down
I read about a bug eyed mad dog
Taking London in a storm
I heard about a blue eyed heroine
Screaming out for help
I held my breath as ten claws
a good girl
And do what daddy say

Daddy, daddy, please can you buy me
Those funky pyjamas
The cool baby blue pyjamas
With the big yellow bananas
jean princess

A hand full of rocks and daddy's pine ladder
Sure did come in handy
For a teenage boy thinkin' all that mattered
Was a kiss that
I'm a 45 spinning on an old Victrola
I'm a two strike swinger, I'm a Pepsi Cola
I'm a blue jean quarterback saying "I love you" to the prom queen
school;
Football players all tryin' to be cool.
And everybody scramblin' to hide their beer'
When the cops drove by till the coast was clear.

Kids fallin'
I see you have made yourself a brand new life
Such a cool blue star with a bright new shine
I see you wear your checkered past just like a shining
down that backroad
It was our time flying and a hell of a ride in that bronco

Momma still puts flowers out by your grave
Daddy pulls against Ford in
And threw her up
Against the wall
(Blue cross!)
Magdalena

My daughter dear, do not be concerned
When your Canadian daddy comes near.
My daughter dear,
Like Miles Davis, I've been swayed by the cool
There's just something 'bout the summertime, there's just something 'bout the moon
So I laid a kiss
Carolina... Your pine trees so tall
Your hills and your valleys, your cool waterfalls
Your Blue Ridge Mountains
Your fields and your streams
Are lost
From the fountains in the mountains
Comes the water running cool and clear and blue
And it comes down from the hills
And it goes down to the towns
and cool when I'm dry
Give me greenbacks when the times are hard
Sweet heaven when I die, take it

Honey hold me when I'm sad and blue
Honey cheer me if I
Leave me alone 
I'm in control 
Gonna have a bad time 
Rocking at the Hollywood Bowl 

Blow, daddy, blow 
Cause me to weep 
Cry, baby, cry
Every girl of culture's got a favorite car
The kind of car that makes a girl lose her cool
My daddy had a yellow Riviera Star
That he used to let
family
It was only two people and it's supposed to be 3
It's supposed to be me asking
(Why's the sky blue when I grow up I wanna be like you)
Yo daddy
I'm a forty-five spinning on an old Victrola
I'm a two strike swinger, I'm a Pepsi cola
I'm a blue jean quarterback saying "I love you" to the prom
to his mama
It's months since they've seen daddy
There's a pale light shinin'
From a bare refrigerator
By the stained cracked plaster
By the cold
Never known such a romeo
But I'm always, always yours
That's me! that's me!
I'm still your blue-eyed boy

Please don't cry if I pass you by
Cause
could decide ?
You saw he didn't run 
And then my daddy had no gun
In the middle of a village 
Within a distant land
Lies a cool boy with his broken
a small Midwestern town
By a charming and eccentric loving father
She was praised as the perfect teenage girl
And everyone thought highly of her
And she
brothers, shooting out with one another
They wanted badly, for sisters to call them Daddy
To drive a Caddy, stories unheard by Dear Abby
They're dressing
No question about it, Queens represent!
Say what? Queens represent!
Come on, come on! Queens represent!
Come on, Lost Boyz, LL Cool J

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