Lyrics:
Habanera dancers, habanera dancers
Take our hands, embrace us
Flowers, grapes and friends Decadence is dead
Barefoot but full of diamonds, bored
This is the story of a man named Stanley
A simple man with a moderately simple job:
To sit at his desk and
Push buttons all day long
His job was so
Still got to work that eight hour day
Whether you like that job or not
You'd better keep it on ice
While you're lining up your long shot
Which is
of crazy overtime
I want a full-time job holdin' hands with you
I think you'd kinda like it too
Don't want a part-time job, I want a full-time job
of crazy overtime
I want a full-time job holdin' hands with you
I think you'd kinda like it too
Don't want a part-time job, I want a full-time job
That he's gonna rob
And lovin' you baby lovin' you darlin'
Lovin' you woman is a man's man's job
Lovin' you's a man's job baby
Lovin' you's a man's
with my hands
24-7 I'm your handyman
Odd jobs, hard jobs, anything under the sun
Big jobs, small jobs, baby
I'd be a rich man, it's true
If I
hands with you
I think you'd kinda like it too
Don't need a part time job, I want a full time job
But a part time job will do
You wouldn't have
everybody clapping
High on these trees, got sap on my hands
How else I'ma get to the top, I'm climbing
Open up blinds, see the sun shine in
Eating my
my hands
24-7 I'm your handyman
Odd jobs, hard jobs, anything under the sun
Big jobs, small jobs, baby
[Chorus:]
I'd be a rich man, it's true
If I
good with my hands
24 7 I'm your handyman
Odd jobs hard jobs anything under the sun
Big jobs small jobs baby
I'd be a rich man it's true
If
good with my hands
24 7 I'm your handyman
Odd jobs hard jobs anything under the sun
Big jobs small jobs baby
I'd be a rich man it's true
If
good with my hands
24 7 I'm your handyman
Odd jobs hard jobs anything under the sun
Big jobs small jobs baby
I'd be a rich man it's true
If
a job I jug and I rob
Posted on Merrick with Braylon and naz
Keeping shit lit just like my spliff
One hand in the air other on my bitch
Don’t got a job I
It's the best job on earth
It's the best job on earth
It's the best job, the best job on earth
When you tell everyone the good news of God's son
It's
prepared
With all the hottest timba y charangón
She's got to move her hips and throw her hands up in the air
Havana d'Primera y Aragón
(She got that Cuban
Who is this demon
What does it need
How does it feed
Alone with me
Chasin me back to my safe space
Habanera on the kush
Jack Sparrow on the goose
nehmen
Sie konnten mich damals nicht ausstehen
Die Trottel wollen mir die Show stehlen
Aber talk to the hand wie beim Bauchreden
Brüder auf Teilzeit,
She got a car, a job, a swag, she stuntin'
She the type don't never ever ask for nothing
She got a car, a job, a swag, she stuntin'
She the type
Looks like a looks like a job job job for job for
[Baby in the backround of chorus]
Oh yeah!
Oh yeah!
Birdman motherfucker, holla at your boy nigga
hand
But I need the work
Yeah, I need a job, yeah
I just returned from Afghanistan
Spent four years in the military service
I'm twenty-four,
Looks like a looks like a job job job for job for
[Baby in the backround of chorus]
Oh yeah!
Oh yeah!
Birdman motherfucker, holla at your boy nigga
me sober and straight
I'm afraid I'm gonna be a little bit late
Get another job
Get another job
Just a summer job
Get another job
Get another
Ha ha
Yeah
Mr d-o-double-r
I say
Yea buddy!
Double shot paint job what
Chevy tuned up like a nascar pit stop
Fresh paint job (check)
Fresh
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