Lyrics:
a parked car yeah
But until the day you learn to surf or skate
College jackoff faggots
Sportin oakley shades
All on rollerblades
Crash helmets to be
down the street with him
He lives in Brooklyn somewhere
And he wears his white crash helmet
He has golden chains on his leather jacket
And on the back
down the street with him
He lives in Brooklyn somewhere
And he wears his white crash helmet
He has golden chains on his leather jacket
And on the back
me
To walk down the street with him
He lives in Brooklyn somewhere
And he wears his white crash helmet
He has golden chains on his leather jacket
down the street with him
He lives in Brooklyn somewhere
And he wears his white crash helmet
He has golden chains on his leather jacket
And on the back
down the street with him
He lives in Brooklyn somewhere
And he wears his white crash helmet
He has golden chains on his leather jacket
And on the back
Smooth like velvet
Crash it helmet
Now she hellbent
Yah
Smooth like velvet
Crash it helmet
Now she hellbent
Yah
Sweet like velvet cake
Now she
down the street with him
He lives in Brooklyn somewhere
And he wears his white crash helmet
He has golden chains on his leather jacket
And on the back
down the street with him
He lives in Brooklyn somewhere
And he wears his white crash helmet
He has golden chains on his leather jacket
And on the back
And puts on his crash helmet and on the doors they painted his name
There were tractor tyres for Batmobiles and a parachute for a brake
Ja, they lined
punched her in the mouth
Her fingers white with prying
Then he took his crash helmet
And smashed in her friend's cheekbone
Yes, you can stop, I think she
To walk down the street with him
He lives in Brooklyn somewhere
And he wears his white crash helmet
He has golden chains on his leather jacket
embarrasses me
To walk down the street with him
He lives in Brooklyn somewhere
And he wears this white crash helmet
He had gold chains
On his leather jacket
me
To walk down the street with him
He lives in Brooklyn somewhere
And wears this white crash helmet
He has gold chains on his leather jacket
me
To walk down the street with him
He lives in Brooklyn somewhere
And wears his white crash helmet
He has golden chains on his leather jacket
Hey there, mister
Where are your manners?
Where is your gallantry?
Did you forget
To remember that I'm a lady underneath
The crash helmet I wear
down the street with him
He lives in Brooklyn somewhere
And he wears his white crash helmet
He has golden chains on his leather jacket
And on the back
up dust
Still astounding, vanity knows no boundaries
You can't fuck with this commando
Rambo grapple in the jungle
Kung-fu kicks to crash helmets
Love
down the street with him
He lives in Brooklyn somewhere
And he wears his white crash helmet
He has golden chains on his leather jacket
And on the back
hair, black ties,
Riding in atomic jets,
Hi-Tech!
Ah-a-I-ah
Ah-a-a-a-a-ah
Ah-a-I-ah
A-a-a-a-a woo woo
They have crash helmets on,
Just like Major Tom,
down the street with him
He lives in Brooklyn somewhere
And he wears his white crash helmet
He has golden chains on his leather jacket
And on the back
crash helmets on,
Just like Major Tom,
They are the space troopers,
Super duper!
Ein Zwei Drei
Weltpolizei
Twentyfour Seven
From Heaven
am a new breed of doll
Crash helmet and halo on
Jackhammer and my apron
Throw my head back, sing a song
I am a new breed of doll
Mase you with my
plus crash helmet, ya hear!?
It's great to have lots of fun on our bikes
But please be safe and sound when you play, all right?!
Now you're really safe
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