Lyrics:
You know it ain't right if she ain't by my side
With this crazy, crazy world
Thank God I'm with my girl
We get ahead, yup, she give me head, damn
at George bush for being a rich son of a bitch
at least he didn't marry twice for money, he was already rich
high school dropouts and graduates you
To be able to sleep at night
You will pay that price
While some of these folks' lost their whole life
(Seems like we don't even care)
Now it wasn't
You want a picture of America
It's good folks goin' to work
Bleedin' blood, sweat, and tears on a blue collar shirt
Bring home the bacon, fry it
with my nose
Shot with me, I ain’t talking no drink
What could it be? Now what do you think
If you’re feeling real free like a gul by the sea
Close your
blessed with vision, by god in his infinite wisdom
so king George the second has generously bankrolled our glorious mission
Endless money will roll right in
and support
Also you by my side
Some people don't get that
You know no survive
How many people we got starving now
Prolly about 37 mill wow
We all in drought
nervous
Now his folk sing the blues....
I guess ice tea and Skittles means you're just a goon
In need of some justice
Vigilantes live amongst us
It’s creepy
Thanksgiving it's the same, thanks for giving us what
Small pox and gonnorhea from the shit they fuck
All the way up to the ?? make my folk corrupt
Jive turkey,
VERY MUCH- THANK YOU ALL!
-Yes, yes folks, Punky Brüster-but guys wait
Before you leave the stage please, won't
You play us a song, the audience
Is
warfare
I ain't got no time to slack
So if you love me to my face
Then love me behind my back
So let's forget the past
Like George Jetson
Let it fly past
Frank zappa (guitar, vocals)
George duke (keyboards, vocals)
Bruce fowler (trombone)
Tom fowler (bass)
Chester thompson (drums)
The adventures
Thank you same to you ha, ha happy Christmas
Christmas, John, and I see you strolling in
Ascot Garden with your wife, Yoko, but well
Do you
Have any
You try to chase your dreams and people will
Chase you just to turn
Them into nightmares rest in Peace
Hana Kimura, Shad Gaspard
Nate Woods, George
You say you love the poor
But you just hate success
You're fuelled by envy and greed and fear
So please George
Stay in bed today
It's cold outside
We'll see you tomorrow at noon
Thanks everybody
Thanks for making this thing work
We love you guys
I'll see you tomorrow)
(Folks, we wear the black
thank you, baby, oh" yeah
I was just a little fucker, Frankston liner
Chucker upper
Beefin' with my old folks, no big brother
I've never had much, but I
Everyone one step away
From being broke
So what you value most?
Everything must change
That's straight from Quincy Jones
Or George Benson
What you
gotta admit it, folks
You're all havin' fun
Reelin' and rockin'
Reelin' and a-rockin'
'Til the break of dawn
Goodnight, everybody
Goodnight, baby
that's mighty keen
Now folks, let me tell you now exactly what I mean
Thank God I'm a country boy
Well I got me a fine wife, I got me a fiddle
When
Go ahead and shake whatcha mama gave ya
Oh, oh, say can you see
By the dawns early light
Party with me every night
Let down your hands, alright
gal's throat
Yah, and since we talking about throats
White folks, what do you know about ropes?
Yah, what you know about trees
And men swinging from
take me home
I say bye to my folks as I pack my clothes
Mama don't cry, I was born to go
You gon' see my name in the big city lights
And daddy, you
hate that you're gone
Life wasn't fair to you
Wasn't fair to you
Dear George
We can't breathe either
Your life mattered
Your loss won't be in vain
We
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