Lyrics:
Mark volman (vocals)
Howard kaylan (vocals)
Ian underwood (keyboards, woodwinds)
Aynsley dunbar (drums)
George duke (keyboards, trombone)
Martin
Mark volman (vocals)
Howard kaylan (vocals)
Ian underwood (keyboards, woodwinds)
Aynsley dunbar (drums)
George duke (keyboards, trombone)
Martin
[Intro]
Fare weather associates
You better, watch how close they get
It's the, fare weather associates
You better, watch how close they get
It's
Skid marks could show
And the roads we've been on, man they filled with potholes
We earned all our stripes out in different time zones
Make sure you
Charles and Barry
And Nick and Mark and John
Michael and Terry, Henry, Sam and Ron
There was Billy and Willy
And Matthew and Fred
There was a James
and recorded by the Dorsey brothers
Orchestra in 1934 and 35
(10) The Piccolino: Dance tune by
And featured in Top Hat
(1935) where Fred Astaire danced
It with
Keep two eyes on my associates
And a third on those who I call my best friend
When I pay attention
I see true intentions
In tension
Are you sure you
So I never say never
But nothing is Gauranteed and Nothing lasts for ever
Ima Leave my Mark on this Earth
Ima have to Conquer the Curse
Dejar mi marca
Lite har vært god ånd
Ti tusen trær i brann
Tørke og ikke vann
Har ikke sett noe sånt før
Alt liv i skog og mark dør
Det døøøør
Tørke i en brann
Mark: Woahh oahh oahh Woahh oahh oahh
Tom: Mark, shut the fuck up!
Mark: Okay Tom!
Tom: Hey everyone,
I just want you to know that I fucked
Help the lonely, neglected old farts that I know
Theodore Bikel:
It's been swell havin' you with us tonight, folks!
Mark:
But, don't leave
You do a lot of talking but never showing me
Ain't nobody got no time for fake people g ahh
Graduated Associates of Applied Science
Gradually
my lap)
Smokin' trees with the window up (windows up)
Traffic backed up, middle finger up
I don't associate or surround myself with CI's
minnar passar våre vennar best
La meg leve
La meg leve i fred
La meg leve
Hold deg unna meg
La meg leve
La meg leve i fred
La meg leve
Hold deg unna meg
$hort
Get in where you fit in, fool
You was a mark up at the high school
Now you're hardcore like CB4
Biting, what you want to be me for?
It's your
Don't desecrate poor Grandpa down there
Oh Fred, although he's dead
He needs a place to rest his head
Now Grandpa in his life was not a quitter
Training Day Denzel, yeah
Blackest in the room, Fred Hampton, they came and shot it up
Blackest in the room, Jeff Fort when he hit Gaddafi up
Blackest in
Hey, Merry Christmas, Adam! Merry Christmas, Fred!
Merry Christmas to everyone
Yeah man
You having a good year?
Yeah, it just feels good to be next
a book He never held political office
The places He did go He usually walked
He never did any of the things that one normally associates with greatness
He
soul to myself, I’m the devil, I’m Christopher Walken, and you ain’t on my spiritual level. I fuck with nigga’s like Fred! the god son! No offense God!
Can’t associate wit y’all guys bunch of small fries
Smoke and mirrors blind to the wise open y’all eyes
Man yo view bro, man I just talked to fred
Man he
I'm stuck with 'em
Stayed down so I stunt with them
Moving units like drugs
I'm plugged in with the plug
Don't associate with scrubs
K$ubi Kayy the ace
forks on da plate
Plus dey drip like a lake
The 2 of us do not relate
I dont associate snakes
Keep em away with a rake
I get money like a bank
I smoke da
grow up with DJ Lethal, Fred? Y'know?
And did you call him DJ Lethal when you were kids?
That's what his momma named him, huh?
Ooh, little DJ Lethal
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