Lyrics:
bad
All I learnt at school
Was how to bend, not break the rules
Oh, what fun we had
But at the time it seemed so bad
Trying different ways
To make
Sitting on a park bench
Eying little girls with bad intent
Snots running down his nose
Greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes, hey, Aqualung
bad
All I learnt at school
Was how to bend, not break the rules
Oh, what fun we had
But at the time it seemed so bad
Trying different ways
To make
Sitting on a park bench
Eying little girls with bad intent
Snots running down his nose
Greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes, hey, Aqualung
Sitting on a park bench
Eying little girls with bad intent
Snots running down his nose
Greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes, hey, Aqualung
what they really want
Drive out to the boondocks
And park down by the creek
And where it's George Strait
Real late dancing cheek to cheek
Ain't
Sitting on a park bench
Eying little girls
With bad intent.
Snot running down his nose
Greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes.
Drying in
Sitting on a park bench
Eying little girls
With bad intent.
Snot running down his nose
Greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes.
Drying in
dancing
Just ain't what they really want
Drive out to the boondocks and park down by the creek
And where it's George Strait 'til real late
is through
And we'll park in it the boons
And catch a little moon tan
By the time you go back (if you go back)
You'll be city girl buzzin' over
His shadow stretches out for miles
Like a flower bends towards the light
His fingers reach, only to touch the chill of glass
Surrounded by drawings
coiled ‘neath the trees
Dying men in bewildered soliloquys
Perversions bloom round the bend
Seekers, lost in their quest
Ghost of friends frolic under
coiled beneath the trees
Dying men in bewildered soliloquy's
Perversions bloom round the bend
Seekers, lost in their quest
Ghosts of friends frolic
bend
The pot pie has onions
You know I got those bunions
My doctor is Paul Bunyon
He tells me I should eat more grunions (grunions)
Pot pie in the park
Sitting on a park bench
Eying little girls with bad intent
Snots running down his nose
Greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes, hey, Aqualung
hat in Hartford union.
Strolling down the way to River Park, around the bend.
Like gentle stemmed flowers we bloomed where we planted,
so seasonal
Watch in a di body twirl
Bend body girl
Tell them how di body go
Extend the body girl
Watch in a di body twirl
Park that ass, park that ass
Park that ass,
in the motorsport (Skrrt, skrrt)
Holes inside my shoes
They used to laugh at me way back then
All the things I couldn't afford
When I look back, you
But if it is a larda, mi ago park it
Mi fit a carnation ina di market
Come wine up yu tight pussy pon da cocky yah
It long till it bend like banana
It
prayer, it's just a thought
I'm wanting to send
'Round here, we bend but don't break
Down here, we all understand
When you can't do what you do
You do
prayer, it's just a thought
I'm wanting to send
'Round here, we bend but don't break
Down here, we all understand
When you can't do what you do
You do
Sun streaking cold, an old man wandering lonely
Taking time, the only way he knows
Leg hurting bad as he bends to pick a dog end
When he goes down
in my Maseratti, we loaded
Shit, I park the whip in front of the project lobby
I keep it gully and the car all foggy, muth'fuckers, just
Bend
step
You can stare ion care before we fuck I gotta prep
Put the car on park bend me over in the dark
Dick feel like a shark I know we got some sparks
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