Lyrics:
night in bolton city
For another two week stand,
I wish there was some way that you and tom
Could come and hear my band.
Wish I had the time to tell
Quaker toil & Texan oil
Rockets on we're arm in arm
N.A.S.A nude you're manly you
Oh American soldier
America's boy
Gun me down with
(Tom Waits)
Hang on St. Christopher
Through the smoke and the oil
Pumpin' iron around the scene
Let the radiator boil
Got no back down shift
Cool in the corner, tom cat sitting
On the edge of the yard; sand-flies flitting.
Orange order on a field of green.
Smothers me to smithereens.
there was the babies Tom and Joanne
And babies need a few things
I whittled a whistle for my brother Jack
And though we disagreed now and then
When
Je cherche un homme, un homme, un homme
Un Pierre, un Paul, un Jacques ou Tom
Peu m'importe comment il se nomme
S'il est un homme, un homme, un
Cool in the corner, tom cat sitting
On the edge of the yard; sand-flies flitting.
Orange order on a field of green.
Smothers me to smithereens.
more,
While they wait for Tom Hanks to make Toy Story 4.
I thought it was the end,
But no my friends this is when,
We get to do it all again!
(Do
wrist spin like a motherfucker windmill.
I talk cash shit, I'm slicker than an oil spill.
Your girlfriend suck dick like a vacuum,
Excuse me, I know you
be
We can't do any worse than The Godfather 3
We're doing a sequel
The studio wants more
While they wait for Tom Hanks to make Toy Story 4
I thought
be?
We can't do any worse than The Godfather 3
We're doing a sequel the studio wants more
While they wait for Tom Hanks
To make Toy Story 4
I
I would hire the A-Team
And I'd crash the General Lee
I'd make cocktails like Tom Cruise
And I'd rollerblade with Corey Feldman for you
I'd do
and stare
There goes old Tom the vagabond, the man from god knows where.
So its rise up all you ancestors, and dance upon your graves
I've come to hear
your face?
I ain't finished, bitch, I meant in half, oil the blades
Nobody wants to play, they say I'm a spoiled little baby, but
Nobody puts baby
finished, b-, I meant in half, oil the blades
Nobody wants to play, they say I'm a spoiled little baby, but
Nobody puts baby in the corner
I'm only tryna
Schklaneck
Tom Schklaneck to cukiernik (yeah)
Ze mnie ciacho z ciebie stary piernik (yeah)
Jem kremówki, ona wali belki
Ona wrzuca pico ja jem żelki
be
We can't do any worse than The Godfather 3
We're doing a sequel
The studio wants more
While they wait for Tom Hanks to make Toy Story 4
I thought
a whore
And he doeth great wonders
So that he maketh fire come
Down from heaven on the earth
In sight of men
Toms to the left of me
Bombin'
loyal to my soil, good to my hood like oil,
Got me in that water, let it boil
Bitch I'm a boy, beat the beat up like Roy
Consider your bitch my employ'
loyal to my soil, good to my hood like oil,
Got me in that water, let it boil
B**** I'm a boy, beat the beat up like Roy
Consider your b**** my employ'
ready, ain't no cotton mouths in my fetti
Ain't no Toms, ain't no Jerry
Ain't it really ain't no thang, you niggas really don't gang bang
I'm with that mob
ape shit)
Nigga watch your babies in the trap
Nigga cookin' oil base in the trap
Young nigga slay in the trap
Niggas rockin' Bathing Ape in the trap
So, I sat her down and kissed her
And I took her by the hand
The blue sky was falling
Just past the oil sands
All the posturing (for)
Things
The Goyard is on all fours
I do this shit for encores
I did this shit in Tom Ford
They said I'm wrong for it
I'm so fly I looked up and said get on boy
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