Lyrics:
and screaming and pretending we were wrong
Let's get wrecked on pop tarts and snacks and see the Taj Mahal
Let's save birds from Prince William Sound
pamphlets are in all of our schoolrooms
They reek of green-speak as thick as oil on Prince William Sound
cnd while Dupont's negotiating profits for ozone
And pretending we were wrong
Let's get wrecked on Pop-Tarts and sex
And see the Taj Mahal
Let's save birds from Prince William Sound
And skateboard through
[Christopher Williams:]
(Fresh Prince)
(I can't wait to be with you, uh)
I can't wait to be with you (yeah)
I can't wait to see you (uh)
I can't
William Shakespeare, uh
William Shakespeare was a verbal cun-tortionist
He could bend his words in the way a contortionist bends his frame without hope
instincts, which
Are leaning firmly toward the other option
"All Eyes on You" "Your voice sounds
Ill, the flow sounds ill, " she says "This
Is going to get
My name is Prince and I am funky
My name is Prince the one and only
I did not come to funk around
'Till I get your daughter I won't leave this
My name is Prince and I am funky
My name is Prince the one and only
I did not come to funk around
'Till I get your daughter I won't leave this
man)
Little Rock what's that sound (I got's to know man)
L.A. what is that sound (I need to know man)
[Pharrell Williams]
Oh you gangster now
Is that respect you're showing
Derek: You make me kiss her hand again
I swear I'm gonna be sick
King William: One day Prince Derek will be her
at Jungle City, a sound
Studio in Manhattan's Chelsea
Neighborhood when we
Walk in, Ocean leading the way, pharrell
Williams turns down the music and greets
you, can you, can you..)
Prince William, where you at, where you at?
Matt Damon, where you at, where you at?
Kobe Bryant, where you at, where you
Sounds like a field being painted
In the delta sun
Songs from the book of life
For everyone
Miss William's guitar
Miss William's guitar
I
I give you
Alcee - Last Prince of Scotland
Am fear stolda mu dheireadh a' Alba, an dochas mu dheireadh a' th'againn
Alcee, am prionnsa mu dheireadh
, the prince of fogtown
The sounds
The sounds
The sounds
Of the prince of fogtown
These are the sounds
Of the prince of fogtown
I'm the prince
the prince
a smoke
From a can of old Prince Albert
His hands as strong as oak
And the sounds of the Grand Old Opry came out of Ryman Hall
Roy Acuff played the fiddle
That's when the crowd let out this deafening sound
It was the night Hank Williams came to town.
On and on he sang into the night
'Jambalaya',
when the crowd let out this deafening sound
It was the night Hank Williams came to town
On and on he sang into the night
'Jambalaya', 'Cheatin'
gives out grants
And I’m shitting on a
Picture of Prince Charles
I’m shitting on a picture of Prince Will-i-am
I’m shitting on a picture of Prince
a dog
News Man Impression
Mr president, who should we blow up next?
Obama Impression well, I know Prince William
He living like a king he don't do shit
Stetson on his head like a crown
Guitar on his shoulder
Making his lonesome sounds
I wish I'd been there
When Hank Williams came to town
If I could
Time to grind
Uh oh
Lookin' fired
Uh oh
Outta' tries
Uh oh
Take a ride
Uh oh
Coming in Prince Charming
We that fine
She my Layla Williams
I'm her will
Live like a prince
They're preaching their hate showing me what that mouth do
Let's just pretend
Like I could give a fuck about you
Since the beginning
dancing (Prince)
I call my jakes and then they get to handling (They get to)
Cold as fuck in my city I feel like a Santa man
Boy go Robin Williams I'ma be
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