Lyrics:
C'mon Jim
I entered the room and the canned laughter
Ethel was angled across some dude's knee
I offered to clothe her to feed and to bath her
Darles Chickens or Farmbury Sludge
By Marles Pickens
Or even Stickwick Stapers by Farles
Wickens with four m's and
A silent q! Why don't you try W h
meet the first first family with class
En masse
There's Bobby-
And Jackie-
And Jack-
And myriads more in the back:
There's Ethel and Teddy
Dottor M. Vi trasformo
Dottor M. Eccomi qua
Non so meglio di nessuno
Ma di certo ho volontà
Sono Figlio del godere sono Figlio dell
D'amore, d'amor che mi beò
Il vecchio Silva stendere
Osa su lei la mano
Domani trarla al talamo
Confida l'inumano
Ah, s'ella m'è tolta, ahi, misero
I can sense a demon within carries your name
Oh Ethel, Dear Ethel
I'll carry hurt to their divided hearts
Somebody died on that dark awful night
through
But anyone can see my new celebrity is you
I've sung with Ethel Merman (5)
Swung with Woody Herman (6)
Played a gig in Germany with Ogerman (7) too
Ethel baby
Listen baby
The world doesn't owe me a lot
cos I'm happy
cos I've got
Ethel baby
I love you my little baby
And I like living easy
Tried to hide it I saw. Out the dryer y'all soft. No peripheral Cyclops. Like a junkie I'm gone (Whoo Whoo)
O'dell Beckham Catch Em. O'dell Beckham Catch
And myriads more in the back:
There's Ethel and Teddy and Pat alone-
Plus Eunice-
And Peter-
And Jean-
And Joan-
And what's-his-name-?
The nights are long
The streets are cold
I'm here behind the wheel
Some times need
A hand to hold
And I can almost feel
Prayin' for me
Alone in her
meet the first first family with class
En masse
There's Bobby-
And Jackie-
And Jack-
And myriads more in the back:
There's Ethel and Teddy
Lyris ethel
Dedicated to the bag, we chose our own paths, these are our stories….
(Car Engine sound )
I’m on that grab and go, F your ego
I don’t
need go funding
It's the life that I'm loving
808 got me drunken
Need a little more buzz man but we stay in the dungeon
You know the crew they gonna
Let me write a song that I can grow into
Let me dye my hair shoe black
Frankly cause I'm older now
And I need someone to take out the trash
Don't you
your maracas now and just turn out the light Ricky
I'm sick of Fred and Ethel always comin' over here
'Cause Fred eats all our pretzel sticks and then
Do 25 hundred no Ethel Ridge
So many blue strips, my pocket look like a crip
Throw it at peasants, fuck nigga, have it
Ho I'm mobbin', you starvin'
la
Il ritmo dell' amore
La la la la la la la la la
Il ritmo dell' amore
The rhythm of love, tell me, can you feel it?
I'm in the mood tonight
always been Ethel
"Jacob, wake up, you've got to tidy your room now"
And then Mister Lewis
"Isn't it time that he was out on his own?"
Over the garden
always been Ethel
"Jacob, wake up, you've got to tidy your room now"
And then Mister Lewis
"Isn't it time that he was out on his own?"
Over the garden
adventure
Beginning of a great adventure
Susie, Jesus, Bogart, Sam, Leslie, Jill and Jeff
Rita, Winny, Andy, Fran and Jet
Boris, Bono, Lucy, Ethel
40-Water and a jug of ethel
You can't love it, don't leave the ghetto
Me and I'm heated like two jugs of methyl
Damn, cydal shit when vital shit
the G right
Fried up with the collard green special
It's my crib, I'm Fred and you're Ethel
Massage your head up with a temple rub
While we cool
always been Ethel
"Jacob, wake up, you've got to tidy your room now"
And then Mister Lewis
"Isn't it time that he was out on his own?"
Over the garden
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