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to ya, if ya do what ya love
Keep pushin' back when push comes to shove

Keep on truckin'
(Keep on truckin')
Yeah, I keep on truckin'
(Keep
Mama did she leave to go to Memphis
Are you taking care care of Brady while she's gone
And mama is she down there drown the memories
Surely she
the sack
And then along about two o'clock I hauled 'em all back
To the Old Home Filler-Up An' Keep On A-Truckin' Cafe

[Chorus]
Oh, the Old Home Filler-Up
Yeah, them walkin', talkin' truck stop blues
Came back ta life in seventy-two
As "The Old Home Filler-up An' Keep On A-Truckin' Cafe"

Oh, the Old Home
everything gets neatly wrapped by the end of the show
Yeah, but this ain't Hollywood
And this sure ain't the Brady Bunch
And how this plot's gonna all pan
brady bunch check the cap see if you're a winner 'cause it's a parachute drop coming down 

when it's over to the same old swanson dinner coming in
caught a star
On U.S. one-oh-one
I've seen the sights from the Northern Lights
To the bend in the Rio Grande
I've took in a lot of this U.S.A.
'Cause I've
a little six course lunch
Watched reruns of the Brady Bunch
That got me up to half past one
Still got hours ahead of me

[Chorus]
Boy you better come
a bunch of Bradys 
But a bunch of black man's pride 
Yet I can safely say 

I've never played a sister by touching where her private parts reside 
I've
the Brady Bunch
Got cheese in Lee's like he's in jeans
Charge Visa freeze, on these with ease
No dope to cope, just good to go
There's hope to Pope, big
routine
Give me my old straw hat and a-double-truckin'
Down the avenue we'll go
(Man, you're flyin')
Folks passin' by us
(I'm lyin', I'm dyin')
Will
Doone
I'm warnin' you: we on the move
Bunch of female dogs and garden tools
That's bitches and hoes, hospital full, sick of my flow
Hip-hop was washed
the Brady Bunch

I makes em wheeze up, cause when I ease up, I eat MC's up
I leave em on their backs layin' flat with they knees up
Eureka, musta speak
perfectly happy and perfectly queer

It's not a Brady Bunch episode
They're not the Cunninghams its not the Cosby Show
That black and white world didn't
Captain Crunch
Turn on the tube the Brady Bunch
Instead of a house they lived in a palace
Jan was fuckin' Mike Mike was fuckin Alice
My little eyes
a fashion show"
I said, "This isn't Sha Na Na, come on Mom, I'm not Bowzer
Mom, please put back the bell-bottom Brady Bunch trousers
But if you don't want
Violets, roses and daffodils
Just take a bunch
For your window sill
Buy you some flowers
And watch the world change
Flowers make your heart free
fully-illuminated genuine accessory shift knob come right off in his hand. I says, "You wanna screw that thing back on, Earl?"

He was tryin' to thread it on there
lunch
Not Grady or the lady from the Brady Bunch
Got cheese in Lee's like he's in jeans
Charge Visa freeze, on these with ease

No dope to cope, just
and shit

Your whole gang will be diminished, Bunch got the Brady's in it
Spit sick shit like my saliva got the rabies in it
Fuck rap, I'll be a landlord
a fashion show"
I said, "This isn't Sha Na Na, come on Mom, I'm not Bowzer
Mom, please put back the bell-bottom Brady Bunch trousers
But if you don't want
fully-illuminated genuine accessory shift knob come right off in his hand. I says, "You wanna screw that thing back on, Earl?"

He was tryin' to thread it on there
And in spite of all of the universe
I'll conquer the bonny bunch of roses, oh

And when first you saw the great Napoleon
You fell down on your bended
["Truckin'" originally by Grateful Dead]

Alright!
Hey, are we ready?

Well I'm a mean machine, I'm the kind you don't wanna meet
My middle name is
a bunch of gold balls, but we ain't the Lakers
Hey bitches, stay lickin' my necklace
And I ain't even put the dumb bitch in the guest list
That's what you