Lyrics:
Intercourse. I become very indebt as a number of different religious service.
KWIRK
Oh.
CHAPLAN
I?m afraid I get quite in mast in my role. Oops, there,
Intercourse. I become very indebt as a number of different religious service.
KWIRK
Oh.
CHAPLAN
I?m afraid I get quite in mast in my role. Oops, there,
plain English you have been disgraced
try to keep up move to my pace
stick my flow into your face
left you behind you lost the race
in plain English you
Turpentine and dandelion wine
I've turned the corner an' I'm doin' fine
Shootin' at the birds on the telephone line
Pickin' 'em off with this gun
country place, nothing much to see
No drinking allowed, we get a nice quiet crowd, plain as it can be
It's just a piddly squatin' old time country place,
seven-nine three one one)
With beepers
(Enter telephone number or numeric message
Press the pound key now)
[Sir Mix-A-Lot]
Pagers, call 'em what you
Of course she was delighted! she creaked a little bit,
And some old birds flew off of her
Hey, mr. tambourine man, play a song)
Billy told ethell they
ETHELL, like every little woman, she of course was very excited! She creaked a little bit, and some old birds flew off of her.) BILLY told ETHELL they were
to know ya
This dusty old dust is a-gettin' our home
And I've got to be driftin' along
Now, the telephone rang, and it jumped off the wall
That was
to know ya
This dusty old dust is a-gettin' our home
And I've got to be driftin' along
Now, the telephone rang, and it jumped off the wall
That was
the soul and you got a got a
Truck fulla fertilizer blowin up the spot
Think it's terrorism the border line's hot
Check the passports tap the telephone
She threw back that shiny hair
Like the mane on a Delta queen
Gonna spend my last dime on a telephone call
Cos' she's the wildest thing I've ever
plain
Old black extensions
Just a T-shirt about carbon
"I always thought that by the time
I put out a third album, i would want
To come back to natural
they grow orange trees in LA)
To the hearts of gold
NYC seasons change, summers fold
And I know I'm geeting old
Service and devotion, I motion
that's the way things go
Chorus:
Callin' out to carol on a telephone call
Message on a wire comin' through a wall
Talk about old times but not too long
me disgusting
Verbs served with a purpose on the track
A disturbance to your service
And now that you're all of my servants
I'm putting you all to work
while
The old town sleeps
Waitin' for a resurrection
Waitin' for any connection
On these empty plains you look for signs of hope
By the telephone poles
Turpentine and dandelion wine I've turned the corner and I'm doing fine
Shootin' at the birds on the telephone line pickin' 'em off with this gun
Yeah-yeah, oooh
Well, back in 1876 an old boy named Bell
Invented a contraption that we know so well
By the 1950's, they're in everybody's home
It's
We talk about the days and your life out on the plains
Mrs. Jones was asking if you shut the gate
So much left to say
Patchy service steals our time
Investigating the joint for traps
Checking my telephone for taps
I'm staring at the woman on the corner
It's fucked up when your mind's playing tricks on ya
Investigating the joint for traps
Checking my telephone for taps
I'm staring at the woman on the corner
It's fucked up when your mind's playing tricks on ya
Investigating the joint for traps
Checking my telephone for taps
I'm staring at the woman on the corner
It's fucked up when your mind's playing tricks on ya
He asks me, “ Rings or tots or plain old fries”
Then he stares into the vacuum of my eyes
I answer “Rings. No, fries. Well, maybe tots
cnd can you
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