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, chrome fish

I'm not feeling too much here
there's a slew of comedians
Foxworthy, Bill Engvall and back comes Ray Stevens
Folks right there's some real competition
I started getting a little bit
sit in that old blue chair

From that chair I've caught a few fish and some rays
And I've watched boats sail in and out of cinnamon bay
I let go
that old blue chair

From that chair I've caught a few fish and some rays
And I've watched boats sail in and out of cinnamon bay
I let go of a lover that
When I sit in that old blue chair

From that chair I've caught a few fish and some rays
And I've watched boats sail in and out of Cinnamon Bay
I let
say it? 'nay'kin'? oh!

Harry-as-a-boy:
I think this is going too far, mr. thing-fish! I haven't even had a chance to fall in love, or to grow
a joke
Fish take to water but licenses they get revoked

I got stuck in a snowbank
I was too drunk to drive to Edina
Right there is proof of my faith
"VIRGIL!"

now, i think this is one of the most hilarious Ray Stevens songs of all-time and if you're offended, don't be. Ray himself is a religious man
of just soakin' up rays then she saw him pull up to the stoplight
In an old ragtop that she couldn't name
He said “hop inside I'm headin' south take
stories
And swear that it just isn't true

Now most of them sail across to Miami
From the edge of the blue water line
With craw fish and snappers to sell
her
To kiss him on the stairs, so she kicked him. later she was sick because she drunk too
Much cider. caroline was drunk as well; she was pretending
While tried to call you from a bathroom in Sao Paulo, 
But I was too drunk to formulate any sort of earthy language, so much bitterness 
Too much
Thing-fish:
Ob'dewlla! is why'awright? don't be pullin' de boy's chain too hard dere! he gots 'nuthuh show t'do t'morrow! don't put dat in yo' mouf, girl! I
[Big V]
One of them is fat and loud
second one is black and proud
Third one's drunk and wild
fourth one slip and slid
one of them is just shy
Frank zappa (guitar, synclavier)
Steve vai (guitar)
Ray white (guitar, vocals)
Tommy mars (keyboards)
Chuck wild (piano)
Arthur barrow (bass)
Scott
North Side
A-Town
Ye-uh-yeah, uh

Can't find a lane then you should make one
We the future like an alien intruder with a ray-gun
Fly as fuck
reverse, the sharpening wing of the edge of a sparrow, for suitable reckonings too numerous to mention, as the queen is fat she is devoured by rats there is
and the camel from pump's storing water, like brain is
Too marrow to
X-ray and filthy and cutting and peeling to skin and to skin and to
Bone and to structure
and downs then an Impala switch
Get your hand out of my pocket nigga, go fish
I was born by myself so I don't owe yall shit
Nigga you tell me, what you
mo' ups and downs, than the Impala switch
Get yo' hand out my pocket nigga, go fish
I was born by myself so I don't owe y'all shit
Nigga you tell me,
the winter
Gone for the winter

Ain't that what the birds do
(The summers ours and the winter too)
They told me love don't cost a thing
Bitch I'm heading
Today we're gonna do something scary
We're venturing into the mind of young black males
Let's take a peak...

[ Young Lay ]
Cuddies perved by
{.. Dred wake up.  Dred wake up! ..}
"A deep snow, was on the ground in Washington.."

[Dred Scott]
Too slick; I pick a pocket even when it's under
a chalk line, little kids crossing the bridge too young,
Some tortured before they come, (damn)
Evil is here, the boogie man too, 
You  don't own a gun,
When I start getting pussy every day of my life
It really didn't matter what the bitch look like
I remember one night, after the Sugar Ray fight