Lyrics:
day day doo
Doo do doo
Yeah tracing back down to your roots
Rooting back down to your roots yeah
Hearing the toots
Toots of the brass
To get you off
I don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to
You can run your mouth, I don't care (care)
But if you get too close, I'm gon' clap you
It's too
pain
You do now! We see who is zee victor now!
Ready?
Ready!
Ready
To pull-a da toot'
Widout-a da skill
Can damage da root
Now hold-a
dance that's more than real
Drink Brass Monkey here's how you feel
You put your left leg down, your right leg up
Tilt your head back let's finish
pain
You do now! We see who is zee victor now!
Ready?
Ready!
Ready
To pull-a da toot'
Widout-a da skill
Can damage da root
Now hold-a
Let me see ya roots, roots, roots
Roots, roots, roots, roots
I said give it to me one
Time but it's part three
I'm biting at it like shark week
Woah, This One Has Soul. Feel me?
Close your eyes.
Gotta keep it funky, gotta keep it funky,
Gotta keep it funky, like Brass Monkey.
Having fun,
trooper disguise
Like having your pupil stomped by a storm trooper
Brutal demise, repeated pain like I'm loopin up cries
Boxing like romans an ancient
trooper disguise
Like having your pupil stomped by a storm trooper
Brutal demise, repeated pain like I'm loopin up cries
Boxing like romans an ancient
shells
Nothing to root over, the chickens come home to roost
And you're new to the poultry, what'd you expect
To catch the golden goose on your first try
Those are the heavy seven. Those are the ones that'll infect your soul,
Curve your spine, and keep the country from winning the war.
"Shit, Piss, Fuck,
three times in the hallway
Peel off your clothes
Socks last
Socks last
Stand naked and push your twig fingers
Through the wet bracken that storms by
him
You can run and hide, but in
A matter of time, oh, i'll get him
And the first sight of him
I'll put that light on him
And every red dot is gon'
Turn
wolf
They did not give three figs
Number one was very gay
And he built his house with hay
With a root-toot-toot he played on his flute
And he played
rolled and a Mountain Dew
Camouflage pants ain't like your shoes we're
Country asses that gonna come through
Let's take it back to my roots
Blue collar
as she had just seen her comrade manning a trebuchet, now blown into all directions by a return fire in the form of a brass warhead. This legionary had
Toot it up
Lil' bitch zooted up
Two pills, booted up
I'm by myself, who is us?
And we not savin' sluts
Give her dick, give her nut
Give her semen,
It???s a wonderful day today.
Toooo... Tooo Toot
Toooo... Tooo Toot
(train sound effects)
Our Charlie is playing in the garden, running like a train.
in the night on a
Little cruise around the floor
Is this what it's all about
There must be more
Well the bass drum's heavy
And the brass goes root
Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.
Why are you laughing?
A guest is anxious to eat it.
If anyone of you know,
tell me.
Your Majesty,
there is no root for rassagulla.
I think he is
your own disease
I surf on these seismic creations
birthed by the greatness of the Funan Beat
.Empire no desire
Is ever more empty than
achieving
to talk to a lady
Aight, bet, uhh sweetheart
Listen up toots I like your looks
I used to see girls like you in them girlie books
I'm losin my mind, but
ask me if
You were the first to sleep here
'Cause if he did, you wouldn't even be here
If I toot it leave it, tooted up
Then I drop it, drop it
to talk to a lady
Aight, bet, uhh sweetheart
Listen up toots I like your looks
I used to see girls like you in them girlie books
I'm losin my mind, but
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