Lyrics:
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Don't buy everything that's on sale
I'm for sale
Groucho Marxist
Groucho Marxist
Groucho Marxist
Groucho Marxist
Here comes another
Broken wings
You look at me every day.
You look at me, and what do you say?
You say, lookey there! It's the queen!
It's the Queen of Groucho!
You stand there
I came home this morning to a girl in a Groucho mask
She sat at the kitchen table and I didn't even bother to ask
I felt vaguely incomplete like I'd
Before we get finished, we'll make the town roar
We'll hit a few late spots, and then a few more
We'll start at Stringy's and maybe Groucho's
Life is
The Surrealist Woman
Groucho Marx: She's just returned from a long engagement in France and a short marriage in Spain. Ladies and Gentlemen, I
Rev them engines
Switch them gears
Pree the location
I'm there
I'm there
I'm everywhere
I'm inconspicuous
My actions bare ridiculous
Got groucho
from blue
Before we get finished, we'll make the town roar
We'll hit a few late spots, and then a few more
We'll start up at Stringy's and maybe Groucho
Cost de fer el Pressupost Anual del Cost.
Groucho Marx, rient, rient, ho va deixar ben clar amb el seu acudit:
la mentida s'ha tornat una de les
Spaghetti-etti-etti-Os
Spaghetti-etti-etti-Os
Spaghetti-etti-etti-Os
Spaghetti-etti-etti-Os
Spaghetti-etti-etti-Os
Cheerios
Cheerios
Harpo
Harpo
Groucho
Groucho
Chico
Eh wis goin doon the Merkitgait
An met the Dalai Lama
He'd jist been intae Groucho's
Treh'n tae stimulate he's karma
When eh ast him for some wisdum
Marshall McLuhan, casual viewin', head buried in the sand
Sirens on the rooftops wailing, but there's no ship sailing
Groucho, with his movies trailing,
Marshall McLuhan, casual viewin', head buried in the sand
Sirens on the rooftops wailing, but there's no ship sailing
Groucho, with his movies trailing,
back to the breeze
My dinner clothes may dine where they please
For all I really want is you
And to Groucho Marx, I give my cravat
To Harpo goes my
back to the breeze
My dinner clothes may dine where they please
For all I really want is you
And to Groucho Marx, I give my cravat
To Harpo goes my
back to the breeze
My dinner clothes may dine where they please
For all I really want is you
And to Groucho Marx, I give my cravat
To Harpo goes my
you get the feds if you can't keep yo' mouth closed
That summer left a couple marks like Groucho
That halo can turn hollow, depending how low
That
child though
Ain't raising no groucho evil out my house yo
Instead a me watching em' disappear in the night
Air em' at graduation saying that's my kid
a Living Single Latifah show
Hear me out, though
Should be normal and thinkin', severely out your noodle and really groucho
Your silly mouth go illy
back to the breeze
My dinner clothes may dine where they please
For all I really want is you
And to Groucho Marx, I give my cravat
To Harpo goes my
back to the breeze
My dinner clothes may dine where they please
For all I really want is you
And to Groucho Marx, I give my cravat
To Harpo goes my
back to the breeze
My dinner clothes may dine where they please
For all I really want is you
And to Groucho Marx, I give my cravat
To Harpo goes my
deckin', rubber neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like
to Paris, lighting up a chalice
Wee Willie Harris
Bantu Steven Biko, listening to Rico
Harpo Groucho Chico
Cheddar cheese and pickle, a Vincent
Bantu Stephen Biko, listening to Rico
Harpo, Groucho, Chico
Cheddar cheese and pickle, the Vincent motorsickle
Slap and tickle
Woody Allen, Dali,
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