Lyrics:
Blue Mountain Dew make a dog go "Bark, bark"
I hit the gas, I had that lean
And now we gotta park, park
I got French orange soup, come and find me in
ranch
This is where see Wilson wrote Ritual in the Dark
Have you been to the English Deer Park?
Hey tourist it wasn't quite like what you thought
One, two, three...
BILLY the Mountain
BILLY the Mountain
A regular picturesque
Postcardy mountain
Residing between lovely
Rosamond and Gorman
Pitbull slash Q-Bon
Yo
One time for Heavy Management, Baja Pantie
Them 6 - 7 Boys
Welcome to Miami where them boys used to touch tourists on a daily
Pitbull slash Q-Bon
Yo
One time for Heavy Management, Baja Pantie
Them 6 - 7 Boys
Welcome to Miami where them boys used to touch tourists on a daily
of the blue (yellow, yellow, yellow)
I had the county blues, now every day I'm counting blues (mwah)
No lean in Mountain Dews, Guwop, I'm so proud of you
In the mountains
In the mountains
In the mountains
In the mountains
Good views
Never got the blues
I found all the clues
In the mountains
In
out
We walked up Vine street and through a series of wrong turns we
Got to the base of Griffith Park
We were only a few feet into the park
Before we saw
me come seh fe park it
(Verse 3)
Now me park me carpet top of Blue Mountain
Look down and me see people them climbing
Ca them want see Apache
on the mountains
Somebody said it happen yesterday
But I guess I can't remember back that far
It's not all there
But the sky was probably blue
Doesn't matter
just having a ball and a hell of a time
Down here at Gutfest this year
Uh, you can hear behind me now, that's uh, I think they're called Blue
Death
No tourists takin' in the sights
No stetsons under broadway lights
No pickers playin' for pocket change
No rhinestone boots on an old church stage
Hey
and walk
Except one or two who never drink booze
And the band in Handy Park singing""Beale Street Blues!""
You'll see hand me downs and beautiful gowns
summertime vibe
With the mountains holding the bluebird sky
Hippies playin' songs at parks till night
Hangin' with our friends outside, so alive
Rafting trips,
are crashin'
We met in the dark at Millenium Park
Just like tourists, no one noticed
Now I'm getting cleaner
But I feel like a wash out
I burned down
(Ooh)
You could go to LA if you want 75
Nothing but clear blue skies
And Colorado's okay, if you want mountain air
You'll always find it there
Jamaica, che-ribi bang
Yes, Jamaica is a land weh full of adventure
Land of golden sunshine and, mi seh
Wood and water the famous Blue Mountain
morning,
New York putting it's feet on the floor.
Nearby the Hudson a hooker makes a 'you',
To help a blind man to his pew in the park,
Some long ago
hittin that thump in it
City girl goin ham sorta like Arby's
It got subs in it
Welcome to the park
We Route 1 extraordinaires
South end you a tourist
in a dreamland living in Queensland
The surf on coastal beaches so famous for its swell
The tans at surfers paradise the tourists know so well
Walk along this road and rap my heart to the pavement
Walk ina field on look out for park rangers
I dont hold much sacred but if you take from me i dont
like Vietnam
Illmatic with a pill habit shits help me sleep calm
The park or the apple where the tourists get nervous
Cars in traffic cut you off
With blond hair, blue eyes, the whole shabang
I know one thing, police wouldn't always be watching me
Pull me over for nothing, constantly jockin' me
Okeechobee Blues
Four gators in the cattails, three tourists on a hike
Mama gator and her babies gonna eat well tonight
Lazy day on the pontoon, got
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