Lyrics:
I don't think any Christmas album would be complete
Without telling, in song, the most beautiful and inspiring story ever told
The story
Rats is
A new album on Bizarre
Reprise the music is written and performed by
Frank Zappa in spite of that fact
We think you should obtain it
looking over me
Wind in my hair, I was there, I remember it all too well
Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turning red
You used to be
This song appears on three albums, and was first released on the Different Directions album, and has also been released on The John Denver Collection
looking over me
Wind in my hair, I was there, I remember it all too well
Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turning red
You used to be
it's an afterlife, aim it at me, cock it and squeeze
Please... back to back to back to back to back to back, nigga
From my first fuckin album nigga
wanted to point out that a lot of cats will be coming
Into the middle of the story on this album two
So if something seems out of context
It's
lookin' over at me
Wind in my hair, I was there
I remember it all too well
Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turnin' red
You used to be
is the stupid waste.
So pick it up and don't put it down,
A newer story in another town
I see you bleed
I know you feel the squeeze
Time heals
ain't hard to tell
The buddha monk's in your trunk, turn the bass up
Not stories by Aesop
Place your loot up, parties I shoot up
Nas, I analyze,
But this one has a much
Darker story than that one
I find that many people who
Love hopeless fountain kingdom are
People who have been wronged by
everybody came around
Welcome, it's here!
Last summer we took threes across the board
But by fall, we were a cover story, "Now in stores"
Make us poster
I'm about to squeeze off on everyone that I know
'Cause every time they see me they ask for dough
They think I'm rich 'cause my name is Kurtis Blow
ain't hard to tell
The buddha monk's in your trunk, turn the bass up
Not stories by Aesop
Place your loot up, parties I shoot up
Nas, I analyze,
everybody came around
Welcome, it's here!
Last summer we took threes across the board
But by fall, we were a cover story, "Now in stores"
Make us poster
everybody came around
Welcome, it's here!
Last summer we took threes across the board
But by fall, we were a cover story, "Now in stores"
Make us poster
hand right, they dyking by tonight
Call the plug, bad news, tell the story 'til it's boring
Sounding sketchy and he know it, I don't care, I need my
arms, I stretch, but I can't reach
A far cry from it, or it's in my grasp, but as
Soon as I grab, squeeze
I lose my grip like the flying trapeze
Into
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
really blame you? (Who can really blame you?)
We're the ones who made you
Ahem, back by popular demand
Now pop a little Zantac for antacid if you can
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
All the stories on this recording are expressed in the past tense,This is because the Eskimo, particularly the Polar Eskimo on which this album is
really blame you? (Who can really blame you?)
We're the ones who made you
Ahem, back by popular demand
Now pop a little Zantac for antacid if you can
Soul to soul (soul to soul)
Oh whoa whoa (soul to soul)
Piece of newspaper, at my feet
We go blowing down the street
Got our stories, old
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