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cock might get a nosh
Pull your pants to one side
Wash the member they hide
And that's a little gentlemen's wash
Beards, beards beards beards, beards

neck
It feels like there's a broom or a mop stuck on my head
I've got a beard and it's weird is I didn't see it there until this morning
When I looked in

it to your wife and fuck the broom hoo-heur
look what im doing in my room
pantyhose pornshop looking at my liver lamb chop
sack of shit damn damn aint

Portobello Road

Cat Stevens

Matthew & Son

1967

Growing old is my only danger

Cuckoo clocks and plastic socks
Lampshades of old antique leather
Nothing looks weird, not even a beard
Or the boots

Portobello Road [Mono Single Version; Previously Unreleased Track; Bonus Track]

Cat Stevens

Matthew & Son [UK Bonus Tracks]

1967

Growing old is my only danger

Cuckoo clocks, and plastic socks
Lampshades of old antique leather
Nothing looks weird, not even a beard
Or the boots

ain't what she wanna hear (nah)
Now I got her in my room (ah)
Legs wrapped around my beard (uh)
Got the fastest car, it zoom (zoom)
Hope we make it

ever last
Stories of courage clouded up with fear

In the broom grass I would l lie
Glimmer in my eye, the sun smiled back on me
From victory, I

'Twas on a bright May morning 
I ran down through the grass
of the pleasant meadow-greenfield 
to meet a bonny lass
to meet a bonnie lassie, to bear

of this shit never happened
But I can't just be like the others and
Let you live knowing this shit happened

So just fly on your witch broom
And sweep this

doing the Macarena
Looking at my teachers thinking that grass is greener
Like one day I'll grow and be all I can be and I'll be rich you know cause I

durant
Camp shine like lamps; guns, grass game gramp
Crack a egg, that's my charm, like an omelette on my arm
Cause my diamonds are my sons, yellow

My most impressive grass
A massive mess of glass
Whoa
Musta been mustard gas

I'd have to sort the risk
The happy Sisyphus
Whoa
Two fingers short

Snakes in the grass, fiends bout the cash poisonous past oh lord
Walk in the dark look for a spark swim with the sharks I'm torn 
Search for a way

Rubin in 85 with the beard thick
Dick bitch tight the movie and
Slanted eyes that squinch
I tell you that I'm one up
Sun down then sun up
Son, I son

Swallow your pride and then eat a dick
Make the rulers apologize
You ain't ruling shit
I'm Rick Rubin in '85 with the beard thick
Thick bitch type

I've got a mop, you fetch a broom
If you keep up, you can come too
Tell the band we'll be there soon
With the Easter Monday Cleanup Crew

After

seeing your toys, baby
If I get any close, baby
I may see her come out, that lady
Swinging that evil broom, yeah baby

If I see her, tell her, baby
I'm

everything you’ve got!” “Ok!”)

Cuz I’m a fresh goat, call me Billy the Kid
Greener grass of the meadows you can find at my crib.
Spttin long range, that llama

Swallow your pride and then eat a dick, uh
Make the rulers apologize, you
Ain’t ruling shit, uh
I’m Rick Rubin in ’85 with the beard thick
Thick bitch, type

They busy they hiss in the grass (Hiss in the grass)
Hiss in the grass
It's funny how i thought they bros (How they my bros)
How they my bros
Every bar

in the system 
Done did some thangs that if caught
I'd be locked in the system 
Women love the beard  I tell em don't get too attached
This southern

Might take a glass or the gas
Let me know if you feelin it, i got the magic
Chilling and passing the grass
I never was top of the class
But now i mix

don't need
I don't need this
I don't
I don't need this
I don't need this or that
I don't need juice, I don't need grass
I don't need a pain up in my ass
I

though  you trying to be a groom ni,  I left that hoe you love her though you trying to jump the broom now 

Verse: 
I sauce up in this bitch, some bloody