Lyrics:
in love with a stripper yo!
(Yo baby, can I get another lap dance? I tell you I
got nothing but funny money, man. New York Dogs.)
in love with a stripper yo!
(Yo baby, can I get another lap dance? I tell you I
got nothing but funny money, man. New York Dogs.)
Okay, Coconut man, Moonheads, and Pea
You ready?
Seems like everybody's got a price
I wonder how they sleep at night
When the sale comes first
the front desk
Tie laid out on the handle don't you bust in
Hit the middle of the dance floor
Or lose it all on by the DJ when a check pour
What had started
A guitar man for hire
I won't play by there rules
What I need I'll acquire
From a world too cruel
A new life I desire
Out of my own grave, I climb
I
tryna hide away the pain
Blinded by the lights
Winded by the fame
Grave digger man
Slowly fill my grave
With all the love that I should've given
My
And they dance all night on a hard wood floor to the redneck fiddlin' man
CHORUS:
Good times go by easy
Good times fly away
One night some boys from
senoritas spinning round
With each and every line
If Hemingway had a guitar
Man the songs he would have written
Tonight I'd pour a glass of cheap bordeaux
Alors on dance
Girl go flick with the wrist, do splits on the shh, shake ya back go crazy
Alors on dance
Bring your friends get lit in this bitch, go
else
And if you've ever seen that L.A. scene, man
You know it ain?t no Jan & Dean
Come on
Snakedance - all over the world
(snake, snake, dance
I got no space in my motherfucking calendar
SRT hellcat is my only challenger *skrtt*
you got to pick and choose I am not having ya
You are
Bomma ask PR
Man are street stars, mans been large
Still pulling strings like guitars
Slide off with a man's B mah
On a real...... on a real G
These man
God walks home through the local park
Meets the devil with a broken heart, he says
"I've been let down by the armies of darkness
Oh my whole
from lemons
Planted by lady day
Strange fruit hangin, dead your syringe
Distorted guitars make white soul DJs cringe
Pan am's plasma makes hair
to dance, and fool around
be my own whole hearted clown
don't wanna care no more
what others think I do
Come and join me with your smile
We don't need no
Destined to ride with the call from birth
The true worth of a man, is not measured by what he does for hiself but
What he does for someone else
And if you
with a woman
Yeah, this is my confession, I'm leaving, I can't be a priest anymore, anymore
And oh my my, oh hey hey
There he goes, the man of faith
the church for a fiancé
Let him love, a man of faith
Oh, oh, oh
TV cameras, TV cameras, and stage hands
American Bandstand, electric guitars
And he's
he plays, he gets a hand
The rhythm he beats puts the cats in a trance
Nobody there bothers to dance
But when he plays with the bass and guitar
mannish but don't want to take advantage
Let that vixen pass by, and look I gotta get with her
Five Footer all on her mouth like liquor, uh (like liquor,
a drag, I dance
I like the bass, turn it up
I like the boom, turn it up
I need guitar, turn it up
I like that drum, when they go
Let's dance, what
it,
No, the audiences loved it. They liked it because they could dance to it.
But the record company hated it. They said "You can't record that
do it all for a chance to steal her heart
So we play loud guitars
For some time alone by candle light
A table set for two where we can talk all night
Check the music, let it set your free
Be the girl you wanna be
Never felt the beat quite like this
I never had a dance quite like this
Never played guitar
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