Lyrics:
(Oh yeah) the fancy cars
The women and the caviar
You know who we are
'Cause we're pimpin' all over the world
The fancy cars
The women
(Oh yeah) the fancy cars
The women and the caviar
You know who we are
'Cause we're pimpin' all over the world
The fancy cars
The women
Rule number one, if she ain't happy
You ain't happy
And if she ain't happy long enough
You're gonna be unhappy with half your stuff
Early on in our
ain't happy long enough
You're gon' be unhappy with half your stuff
Early on in our marriage when we'd be
In the same room for a half hour and she
Man women I put a lot of fear in em
Cause I had it up to here with em
Drink a beer with em
No way cause I can only deal with em about an hour every day
It's happy hour again
I think I might be happy if I wasn't out with them
And they're happy it's a lovely place to be
Happy that the fire is real
Happy Hour
It's happy hour again
I think I might be happy, if I wasn't out with them
And they're happy, It's a lovely place to be
Happy that
It's happy hour again
I think I might be happy if I wasn't out with them
And they're happy it's a lovely place to be
Happy that the fire is real
It's happy hour again
I think I might be happy if I wasn't out with them
And they're happy it's a lovely place to be
Happy that the fire is real
Twenty-five hours of love in the life of
"Happy the Golden Prince Rides Again
" his sluggish purple crest flopping
Over his dotty eyes as he casts
There's a bar on every corner in this town
A stool you can drown on
Someone to take the morning after out on
If you're looking for some happy hour
Cleveland Ohio
And went to South Beach with his talents
Scream, "Fuck you" on the way out and wink with a smile
This whole game can eat a dick, I'm going
addressing themselves
Demand respect do they even have respect for themselves
If only it took me an hour to understand pussy is power
I would tell women
power meet me at happy hour
Let's celebrate
I done had a long week
Now its time to celebrate
I done had a long week
Now its time to celebrate
I done had
of hours
Such a beautiful day
As I spy from behind my giant robot's eyes
I keep him happy 'cause I might fall out if he cries
Scared of heights so I
leave it to Liam
All the work that I be doing alone
They don’t see it
Working 24 hours Jack Bauering my demons
No sleeping
Heard that shit for the weary
I
at me
And told me of the roaring fires
But I was happy living wild
And fueling my own desires
I was a wild man
Drinking, smoking and messing around
[Verse 1: Agginy]
I missed you so much I followed you to day
You keep stayin' out all night and that ain't the way
To keep a happy home so I'm
And if one day I should become
A singer with a Spanish bum
Who sings for women of great virtue
I'd sing to them with a guitar
I borrowed from
school for women
Then I get there and all the Popeye's is finished, girl
You don't love me, you just pretendin'
I need that happy beginnin', middle
the angel of compassion
She's rubbing half the world against her thigh
And every drinker every dancer
Lifts a happy face to thank her
The fiddler fiddles
the angel of compassion
She's rubbing half the world against her thigh
And every drinker every dancer
Lifts a happy face to thank her
The fiddler fiddles
the angel of compassion
She's rubbing half the world against her thigh
And every drinker every dancer
Lifts a happy face to thank her
The fiddler fiddles
And if one day I should become
A singer with a Spanish bum
Who sings for women of great virtue
I'd sing to them with a guitar
I borrowed from
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