Lyrics:
myself
Now, I don't even take a piss by myself (No)
Bitch I'm done baby, hand me my belt
It's your boy, Mr. Wonderful
Reporting from the backseat
way constitutionally to do away with it, I would.
Senator Trible: Rather the emotional damage
Chairman: Thank you very much, Mr. Zappa. You
Kidnap Mr. Sandy Claws?
I wanna do it
Let's draw straws
Jack said, "we should work together"
Three of a kind, birds of a feather
Now
Kidnap Mr. Sandy Claws?
I wanna do it
Let's draw straws
Jack said, "we should work together"
Three of a kind, birds of a feather
Now
Kidnap Mr. Sandy Claws?
I wanna do it
Let's draw straws
Jack said, "we should work together"
Three of a kind
Birds of a feather
Now
Mr. Mixx
[Intro from the original PSK, which slows
Down and switches to this track]
Uh! Give it to me now!)
(Yeah! From '85 ... PSK! '95 shot! Here
Riding Hood.
She always wore a red riding hood.
It was made by her grandma.
Hello, Little Red Riding Hood!
Hi!
Where are you going,
Little Red Riding
Picture the scene, all the blue, the red, the green
The blossom on Blackberry Way
As the busker sings his song, Mr. Christie sings along
It's
Booty cheeks up all on me
Booty cheeks is all I see
Look at Santa's chim ney
Hear his sleigh bells ring ring ring
Mrs. Clause up on her knees
Squirts
and cooked
With all this smoke, I am only square by looks
Mr. Krabs warned you, you know I got hooks
I am not the one, I won't be your husband
I am not
running red as the mercury in my goblet
Profits? All I see are little kids with toys
Men turning fuckboy just to make noise
Only thing I hear is that you're
Balang-balang-balang to mandem rock 'cause I love thee
If you live by the sword you guh fi die by the gun
'Cause all guys tell lies if all girls commit sins
I was
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
ready or not
Tell 'em here I come
That girl approach me or not
I bet that chick gon' come
Bunch of red cups
And some bad chicks
What I got up in
stomach for a while
Kicked her in the ass while she gave birth to a crystal
Chorus: Mr. Eon, Cage
I peddle smut like paper routes with
Balang-balang-balang to mandem rock 'cause I love thee
If you live by the sword you guh fi die by the gun
'Cause all guys tell lies if all girls commit sins
I was
I know a man named Otis who invented a room,
And his heart was filled with pride
I said to Mr Otis, "What does your room do?"
He said, "It goes
kill?
No need to pretend 'cause this shit is real
Don't be blinded by the red and blue lights
It's time to ride, it's time to rise up
Pay attention
goes another
Mr. Zero stands still, and Miss Someone don't bother
Yesterday's kiss will be cold by tomorrow
As campfires of midnight dissolve in
We left the concert from the back door
Before Mr.S finished the last song
A mocking joke followed by a smile
Argentinian accent and glasses of red
dressed in white, and bound in strings of Christmas lights
And strung up by the liquor shelf, this story seems to write itself
Mr. Red Shoes ring around,
money by the hour
Red (red), power deh yah, green (green), shower deh yah
Dem green with envy when me roll di purple skunk
Inna di black Beamer, white
goes another
Mr. Zero stands still, and Miss Someone don't bother
Yesterday's kiss will be cold by tomorrow
As campfires of midnight dissolve in
grave
I don't know what to think or believe
When everyone's got something up their sleeve
Tell me what to do when I'm feeling used
By the red green
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