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LITTLE HIGHBALL (Hank Mills) « © '65 Johnny Bienstock Music, BMI » When they gave me twenty years for a crime I didn't do I was sure I'd lose my
looking mean Tryin' to make it on the scene I guess you love it 'Cause I always see you hangin' around You're a Highball Shooter You make it easy to see
спрятаны в киндер, Что внутри там, иду за призом, Выкини нахуй свои тимбы, Да, я дикий, собака динго, Делаю дыры, грязь как gringo, У меня highball, у
That old train she's a clickety clackin' Down the track she's highball jackin' cin't coming back She ain't comin' back She's goin' back
My daddy was a brakeman on a highball traveling train My mama she raised four little children And the family had a good name And papa and mama
My daddy was a brakeman on a highball traveling train My mama she raised four little children And the family had a good name And papa and mama
My daddy was a brake man on a highball travelin' train An' momma she raised four little children and the family had a good name An poppa and momma
(Highball callin' them ol' green heads back home) Well, it's freezin' The first day of the season Yeah, when it comes to retrievin', ol' Duke's
sometimes I need a stiff drink Sipping from a highball glass Let the world fade away" She said, "I don't smoke But sometimes I need a long drag Yeah, I
My daddy was a brakeman on a highball traveling train Mama she raised four little children and the family had a good name And papa and mama wanted
Highball Rosado Tapas, Gin im Innenhof Wer braucht ein so'n großer Bro Papas Kind ist Innenhohl Vermouth Highball Rosado Tapas, Gin im Innenhof Wer braucht
I got them highball skyscraper blues I got them highball skyscraper blues I got them highball skyscraper Burning castles made of paper Staring down
this bar stool ain't for rent But i could use a tempered spirit though To wash down life's lament High heels & highballs Making my knees a'weak How'd
My daddy was a brakeman on a highball traveling train My mama, she raised four little children and the family had a good name And papa and mama
Jap es ist Urlaub, ob am Wasser oder Zuhause V-V-Vermouth Highball Rosado T-T-Tapas Gin im Innenhof W-W-Wer braucht ein so'n großer Bro P-P-Papas Kind
Khakis and house shoes, pork pie hat ace, deuce Gold thin-rimmed bifocals, eyes in today's news Ball on the TV, highball glass clinking As ice
He looks sick He is sick WOA!! Home tonies and highballs I'm happy to be sad He looks dead He is Dead WOA!! Your not the hero That fuck
俺は少し CRAZY (HighBall...) 誘い方は強引 (Vocka...) Noh Mea Nah Noh Mea Nah 超 HOT な BABY (Tequiila...) 俺は少し CRAZY (HighBall...) 誘い方は強引 (Vocka...) (Know me
rabbitt with a highball chaser, stock Chorus Blue fool, how you gonna get it, youre Too cool, if you dont regret it, its wrong Stand up, and pick a pretty
how I, I would do anything for that old junktrain to turn manifest And highball, yeah I'd sing that railroad song by the time the sun is setting In
He looks sick He is sick Woah! Home tonies and highballs I'm happy to be sad He looks dead He is Dead Woah! Your not the hero That
depot I say wooo my daddy’s back He drinks that low down whiskey From a highball glass I said he drinks that low down whiskey, yeah From a highball
to get This back off of a train Always ready for my highball when The bell refused to ring I fixed the bell in a jiffy And I called the preacher done Who
the memory Of cushions on the floor Hash with Dinty Moore That pair of gay pajamas That you bought And never wore We said goodbye with a highball Then
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