Lyrics:
old Dick Trickle
Well my motor's fine and this train's on time
and when i cross that line i'm gonna make you mine
I'm stroker ace, stroker ace,
screwed
It's a crappy day at work, it's crappy day at work man
It's a crappy day at work, nothing bout it I can do
It's a crappy day at work, sometimes your
maketh landborn petromyzon
Summon forth thy motor spirit
Drink the fuckin' gas and killeth
Light the fuel
Propagate oxygen and heat
Deify motor
Baby, keep it on
Let's work it all night, don't stop the
Motor when it's running strong
Sparks fly, we create a flame
One more time, baby give
I got a Catholic block
Inside my head
I let it go to work
Bring it all back home
It serves you right
And I can motor down
You got to earn your
I got a Catholic block
Inside my head
I let it go to work
Bring it all back home
It serves you right
And I can motor down
You got to earn your
the vision
I'm 20/20 and my eyes lower than theirs
I ride slower, supersize motor when you pull up they outside of the crib
You outsiders, we in, we
Oh, yeah
I'm just a love machine
And I won't work for nobody but you
(Yeah baby)
I'm just a love machine
A hugging kissing fiend
I think
heats my motor up
Take the keys to my heart
And drive it home
I don't know where this road is gonna lead us
But what a beautiful night for a drive
or get fired
You gotta work
Standing in the unemployment line
It's such a hassle it's wasting my time
Someone says Hey you want a position
A crappy job
I got a catholic block
Inside my head
I let it go to work
Bring it all back home
It serves you right
And I can motor down
You got to earn yr
Down the runway
Do do do do do do do do do do - do do do do do do do
She's so ugly
Tidy work never suffers when you stage your abuse
Cocktails
everything I love
My baby's like a Coupe Deville
Fast motor burnin' comin' over the hill
Oh what a ride, oh what a thrill
Drive all night with my hands
to fix it right, my cranking motor works it tight
Whenever I try to fix it right, my cranking motor works it tight
I'm gonna blow it away, I'm gonna blow
song and crappy chords
How I liked you so much so much
And all that I wanted
Was for this to work out
Now I’ll keep you
In my memories and thoughts
The Cadillac walk
Lonely late at night honey hear my call
She said boy I'm gonna make you crawl
Rita pound by pound
Knows how to work it on down
Weep
strong
He's twisting my ignition key
Turn my motor on
But anyone can see, all his attention's on me
Give us some privacy
Better keep your hands
Oh thats your girl? She feelin
On my "whoa there!"
Right next to a couple boaters and
She tryna motor boat her
And im coming from the
W-w-westside
You've got work on Sunday too.
Why won't you come baby?
Why won't you come when I call?
I'm not up to something funny,
I just want to know you girl is
are rife
无业年轻人的现象很普遍
Casual work takes up your time which is crappy to you
休闲工作占用你的时间这对你来说很糟糕
If I do what I like to make money I do
如果我做我喜欢的事赚钱我就去做
She
We are just urban creatures
We do what we wanna do
We work in big fat buildings
We live on the avenue
We dine in crappy diners
We choke down crummy
sister doesn't care
The car she needs a motor so I can't go anywhere
(Mañana, mañana, mañana is soon enough for me)
My mother's always working,
on the eighty-eight
Red great on the eighty-eight)
Well, he'll work all day
For the price of a T-bone steak
(Red great on the eighty-eight
Red great
any better than you
With the Bo Diddley rhythm I can make a song or two
I make a racket here if there is a problem I run
I’m the King of the Crappy, I’m
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