Lyrics:
I hate Mondays
I'm in Malaysia on the post chaise
Rephrase
I'm on the horse at TGI Friday's
TGI Friday's
Geoff Rickley of Thursday
Corn maize
No
the depths of my disappear
There's absolutely nothin I can do
But to think of you there
White nets on a four-post' bed
And patchwork on the chaise lounge
your muffin?
Excuse me (what?)
Excuse me (what?)
Hey you, over there
On the chaise longue in your underwear
What are you doing sitting down?
You
plus habent, eo plus cupiunt
Verbum sapienti
Quo plus habent, eo plus cupiunt
Post nubila, Phoebus
Post nubila, Phoebus
Post nubila, Phoebus
EXCUSE ME? (WHAT?)
EXCUSE ME? (WHAT?)
HEY YOU OVER THERE
ON THE CHAISE LONGUE IN YOUR UNDERWEAR WHAT ARE YOU DOING
SITTING DOWN?
YOU SHOULD BE HORIZONTAL
peines sur mon coeur
Et vos pieds sur une chaise
Je vous connais, Milord
Vous n'm'avez jamais vue
Je ne suis qu'une fille du port
Qu'une ombre de la rue
beurrer la brioche?
Excuse moi (quoi?)
Excuse moi (quoi?)
Hey toi, là-bas
Sur la chaise longue en sous vêtement
Tu fais quoi assis?
Tu devrais être
post.
Tied to the whippin' post, tied to the whippin' post.
Good Lord, I feel like I'm dyin'
My friends tell me, that I've been such a fool.
But I had
Je veux m'asseoir sur une chaise a Tokyo,
ca prendra le temps qu il faut
je prendrai un aller sans retour en avion cargo
je veux m'asseoir sur une
she's with one of my good time buddies,
They're drinking in some cross-town bar
Sometimes I feel, sometimes I feel,
Like I been tied to the whippin' post
post
Tied to the whippin' post, tied to the whippin' post
Good Lord, I feel like I'm dyin'
My friends tell me, that I've been such a fool
But I had
post.
Tied to the whippin' post, tied to the whippin' post.
Good Lord, I feel like I'm dyin'.
My friends tell me, that I've been such a fool.
But I had
to the whippin' post.
Tied to the whippin' post, tied to the whippin' post.
Good Lord, I feel like I'm dyin'.
My friends tell me, that I've been such a fool.
This one's for all the football fans
Dropkick me, Jesus, through the goal posts of life
End over end, neither left nor to right
Straight through
to the whippin' post.
Tied to the whippin' post, tied to the whippin' post.
Good Lord, I feel like I'm dyin'
My friends tell me, that I've been such a fool.
to the whippin' post.
Tied to the whippin' post, tied to the whippin' post.
Good Lord, I feel like I'm dyin'.
My friends tell me, that I've been such a fool.
to the whippin' post.
Tied to the whippin' post, tied to the whippin' post.
Good Lord, I feel like I'm dyin'.
My friends tell me, that I've been such a fool.
Une Ostendaise
Pleure sur sa chaise
Le chat soupèse
Son poids d'amour
Dans le silence
Son chagrin danse
Et les vieux pensent
Chacun son tour
Alors j'me pose sur ma chaise et je fais des sons
Je vais peut être trop me livrer dans cette chanson
Cette mixtape je l'ai fait pour moi d'abord
Mais
At home
At last
No hope
No haves
For a chaise divan
That I don't mind
Won't say "Hello,
How do you do"
Blue chaise divan
When words are
POST UP POST UP TELL THEM GET MONEY STACK BUCKS POST UP POST UP
Vos peines sur mon cœur
Et vos pieds sur une chaise
Je vous connais, Milord
Vous ne m'avez jamais vue
Je ne suis qu'une fille du port
Une ombre de
The hooters and the hats
Put out the candle
And blew out the cat
My temperature's rising
We're all on the chaise lounge now
Big Ida Lee
She's nowhere
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