Lyrics:
because I'm being you every week
(by the way it seem that everybody...)
I grit my teeth and bare it (you know this judge? he carries a grudge!)
Just
charter keke meet dem
Your man go hide stain your clothes becos he dey sell bleach
To quensh you nor go hard am like benson swish
Weda you play your piano
kissed you in Brixton
When you were driving home to him
Again, again babe
So adolescent
Bumping George Benson
I knew that I would never win
With you, with
Yo
Calum Brook Nicolson
Here we go
Once I heard about an incident
Where you were killed by police because you were black
And then there was a Black
(Ay, ay, ay, ay)
George is an opp george is an opp
You mess with the Mopp
You're gonna get popped george is really gay
He loves giving top sucking
Spring been the season
A thesis by a genius when I'm thinking bout my reasons
I'm George Benson and breezin, your pencil is weakest plus
You using
The worlds a ghetto like i'm George Benson
Music scene hating on me I get no mentions
Pushing songs like the dope man before sessions
Being doing
I SEE THE SIGNS
Music & Lyrics by Gordon Pogoda, Suzie Benson, Alberto Bof & Duke Christian George III
Each time we walk down the street somewhere
Hamburger
And a glass of constricted cola
Out to lunch with lunch meat
The fear of being eaten by the sandwich
The Promentalshitbackwashpsychosis Enema
heart in the palm that he took when he told me his deepest and darkness
You're number 2 on the list of the reason he deals with the hardness of being
the time-being
And the world sings
When the Beatles Hit America
When the Beatles Hit America
It's going to be sponsored by...
When the Beatles Hit America
When
When I was a rich man
With silver and gold
Stand up a proper
Outside in the cold
By living apprentice
Stand up aboard
Like the old Hotel St. George
Like
I grew up in North Alabama, back in the 1970's,
When dinosaurs still roamed the earth Speaking
Of course of the Three Great Alabama Icons
George
'69 Newkeys Music
You know George I was just layin' here
Thinking about me being blind and all alone
Old timer if you weren't here to guide me
I'd
Saw through my window last week
Though it was blinded not by curtain or the covering peaked
My curiosity was gorgeous I'm like George's first cousin
"thank me tomorrow"
Cuh man have been in the kitchen
Experimenting with the whipping
And you see, the road ting and the music ain't mixing
Would've
told ‘em
Now they’re gone
With their names carved in stone
I think: where are the names
Of the ones hung from a branch
Who never had a chance – naw, naw
Swinging hard, Jack, I now I can't lose
When I tell you, all about Mack the knife babe
It's an offer, you can never refuse
We got George Benson, we got
(huh)
Give you my wrist so hurt this (huh)
I dont like hoes I'm courteaus
Yeah she George so curious
Give her banana
She oo oo my ah ah
I'm taking it
Swinging hard, Jack, I now I can't lose
When I tell you, all about Mack the knife babe
It's an offer, you can never refuse
We got George Benson, we got
Out to lunch with lunch meat
The fear of being eaten by the sandwich
The Promentalshitbackwashpsychosis
The doo doo chasers
Friends of roto rooter
got George Benson, we got Newman & Foster
We got the Brecker Brothers, and Hampton's bringing up the rear
All these bad cats, and more, are in
and so neat
With any other guy he didn't have to compete
George was mature, he made sure
that he was the only one I'd ever adore
Girls, have you, ever had
Blended with opium and bamboo
Bovines become addicted too
Turning into narco-prostitutes
Aaaah! Vegan Velociraptor
You zucchini butcher, mother nature's
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