Lyrics:
Old Joe Clark's a fine old man
Tell you the reason why
He keeps good liquor 'round his house
Good old Rock and Rye
Fare ye well, Old Joe Clark
Jeffrey
But now those words are all I hear
Im pretty sure you're Daughters queer
Oh Jeffrey
Oh Jeffrey
Life seems colder
When you left
Now I'm left
Radiocheck, this is AWS
Loud and clear, Jeffrey replies
The stocks are falling, you are gone
Above the earth, 10,000 miles
All praise to our Lord
Old Joe Clark's a fine old man
Tell you the reason why
He keeps good likker 'round his house
Good old Rock and Rye
Fare ye well, Old Joe Clark
som Jeffrey Lee
I hans trädgård går det två vägar fram
Ja i hans trädgård går det två vägar fram
Den ena är som en stig man knappt alls kan se
Den
bitch with the belt he's carrying
And he put ya to sleep like he some ambien
Because your muscles to his are really damn thin
Zach Clark is a god
Zach
Verse 1:
Have you held
Your final
Fortune
Have you seen
The end
You've traveled far
Uphill
And upstream
Are you the end
King Jeffrey
Verse 2:
Are
Camelot.
We eat ham and jam and spam a lot.
We're Knights of the Round Table.
Our shows are formidable,
But many times we're given rhymes
That are
Camelot
We eat ham and jam and spam a lot
We're knights of the round table
Our shows are formidable
But many times we're given rhymes
That are quite
Camelot
We eat ham and jam and spam a lot
We're knights of the round table
Our shows are formidable
But many times we're given rhymes
That are quite
jeffrey benson
Wanna ball like jeffrey benson
Wanna pull up in benz y’all
How you dey do am (Firepips)
How you dey run am (Firepips)
Are you doing yahoo
blues som Jeffrey Lee
I hans trädgård går det två vägar fram,
ja, i hans trädgård går det två vägar fram
Den ena är som en stig, man knappt alls kan se
on a carpet and with tablas in hand took up the chase
Jefrey with one f Jeffrey
Now it occurred to me as he drove away
D= are x t
Spacious (he's so) spacios
(for Emery Clark, who paints it better than I can say it)
They're closin' down the hangout
The air is turnin' cool
They'are shuttin' off
Jeffrey wants to be a grape
He don’t care if it’s green or red
Or even the really gross kind with the super thick skin and all the seeds that are really
of Jeffrey's bike
Jeffrey's daughter is a dyke
I guess not all things are what the seem
Retiring was not for me
My days of working I still face
Relationships
Camelot.
We eat ham and jam and spam a lot.
We're Knights of the Round Table.
Our shows are formidable,
But many times we're given rhymes
That are quite
remember, long ago
My cards are on the table
At a glance
Unlike Clark Gable
(Frankly, my dear) I give a damn
Oh you are beautiful, you are
on me, all eyes on me
(My stupid friends are having stupid children)(Jeffrey Bezos, Jeffrey Bezos)
Get your fucking hands up
get on out of your seat
(My
a house
Playing on his switch
Parents are fighting and yelling not getting along
54321 feels like an atomic bomb
Jeffrey's lost and
Can't be found
Lost his
fightin' goose
So howdy neighbor howdy come in and sit right down
Come on and tell us all the news how are things in town
[ fiddle ]
We're so glad to see you
Thinkin' 'bout your brain and ya lost faith in names,
But believin' in belief remains the rule of any game. well Jeffrey, oh Jeffrey.
Oh it's a small
There's an epidemic sweeping far across this land
Little Jeffrey Beauregard's got matters well in hand
He doesn't care about opioids, he's got bigger
I'm tired of foolin' around
I'm trying hard but I'm no Clark Gable
There's something I want to say
Here are my cards on the table
The woman I
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