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and get it, little Andrew, before sir Edward will take it 'way from you,
Little cunt Edward

Come on, get up little Andrew come on now
Huh huh I play
Mister
See this gon' be the snicker, my Vana Balmont
Gold yarn by the trunks, her Isabel Maront
I love you Linda Farrell, I adore your Dior
Your Dommy
All that 'schlager at the bar
Flakes of gold swim in my brain
I ate the worm the night before
And tonight I'll probably do it again

Shotgun
All that 'schlager at the bar
Flakes of gold swim in my brain
I ate the worm the night before
And tonight I'll probably do it again

Shotgun
the floor 
And I'm tryna make it to the St. Andrew's door 
That's the sound of the glock 
Even D-J House fucked around and go shot 
I done messed around
the floor 
And I'm tryna make it to the St. Andrew's door 
That's the sound of the glock 
Even D-J House fucked around and go shot 
I done messed around
a Ben Frank get some Andrew Jackson's
Five twenties for a hundred dollar bill
You know the math lets make deal
On a one dollar bill if ya look
ride it after dark
I'm not afraid to get it right
I turn around and I give it one more try
I said things that I meant to say
The bandstand chairs
Lotus 7s
Through the London streets one day

Nobody ever gets away
Even the best of us come back some day
To the unmarked rooms, where the dry dust
(Linda Ronstadt/Andrew Gold)

Well I drove past your house last night
And I looked in your window
Lately I ain't been feelin' right
And I don't
the floor
And I'm trying to make it to the Saint Andrew's door
That's the sound of the Glock
Even DJ House Shoes fucked around and got shot
I done messed
(Andrew M. Gold/Gary Burr)

Let's just say it's raining
And you come in where it's dry
And we strike a conversation
While the storm is rolling
Tell him to wait right here for me or, 
Try again tomorrow I'm gonna kick tomorrow
I'm gonna kick tomorrow"
Jane says "have you seen my wig around
Tell him to wait right here for me or, 
Try again tomorrow I'm gonna kick tomorrow
I'm gonna kick tomorrow"
Jane says "have you seen my wig around
[Chorus:]
This is hell, this is hell
I am sorry to tell you
It never gets better or worse
But you get used to it after a spell
For heaven is
Andrews
She waits
And gets her dinner there
She pulls her dinner
From her pocket

Jane says I've never been in love - no
She don't know what it is
She only
architects, Perignon bottles, money, jewelry want me to come
Get me, hit me but don't miss me, you history
Lead flowin' around like a Frisbee, Italian dons
haters
Inside the life of the greatest, it'll take you through something real
Get a smack in your face, 'cause I hurt up, trauma-tize, llama
Bust
bottles, gold bottles, never sober up
Ditch Jesus, In gold I Trust
I solemnly swear to wear my cross and stunt
Separate myself by sticking out just because
Pickin' and a pullin' white cotton by the tons
Pickin' white gold, pickin' white gold

I fill my sack and I put it on my shoulder
And then I take one again
Raven And Julie Andrews
Some girls are fair
Some are jolly and fit
Some have a well-bred air
Or a well-wholed wit

Each one's a jewel
With
[Greg Nice]
G-O-L-D gold and I've been told
It's too hot to hold you can get it sold
In the summer heat in the winter cold
Fourteen karat gold won't
know

I don't even need stars in the night
I found my treasure
All I need is you by my side
So shine forever
Gold, I know you're gold
Oh I know you're
of Love
I will never let you down.


I lay my tracks everywhere you go
I said I'm always around
I do my hunting by the candle light
In the middle
in my pocket when I unleashed the green 
Gold tank around my neck my pistol's close at hand 
I'm a self made millionaire in these silly streets