Lyrics:
(CHORUS)
TOO MANY BEERS, THRU WRETCHED YEARS, FALLING UPSIDE DOWN
THE SWIZZLE STICKS, THE ENDLESS KICKS, TOO FAR FROM HOMEWARD BOUND
I CAN'T BELIEVE
There's a blur drizzle down the plate glass
As a neon swizzle stick stirrin' up the sultry night air
And a yellow biscuit of a buttery cue ball
and
The taverns would be swollen until the naked eye
Of two a.m., and the Stratocaster guitars slung over
Burgermeister beer guts, and the swizzle stick legs
A personally autographed picture of Randy Mantooth
And Bob Dylan's new unlisted phone number
A beautifully restored 3rd Reich swizzle stick
Rosemary's baby
number,
a beautifully restored 3rd Reich swizzle stick,
Rosemary's baby,
a dream date in kneepads with Paul Williams,
a new Matador,
a new
Now, who's the brother with the brand new kicks?
Kiss chasing all the chicks, pocket full of 'Swizzle Sticks'
'Bazooka Bubblegum', 'Space Dust'
like your swizzle stick
Straight up or with a twist
I'm ready for another fix
Lemme show you how I like it mixed
Whoa, oh, oh, oh, old fashioned mama
What do I see to the right of me?
The man in A-473
He's got a rash where his sleeve's rolled up
And a swizzle stick in his pencil cup
What do I
the rude boi
Transfer student I
Closeted my swizzle stick
Had to stay prudent a
Tricky mission, Mixleplick
Superman pursued it but
Messing with that dude
Circle skirts and swizzle sticks
Party games and parlor tricks
Yet ne're a hair out of place
You made each day a new surprise
I was enchanted
dirty whore!)
Mammal sauce that were
Serving on our in-flight meal
Was mixed with my cock
As a swizzle stick
Welcome to the bottom of my pants
(Eat my
might as well try
And find the f**king door
Excuse me, have you seen my swizzle stick
And have you got a plastic bag 'cause I'm gonna be sick
I'm dead
an egregious linguistic snafu
Seems that humanity′s played for the fool again,
Swizzle-stick brain cells for me and for you,
And there's little hope for
Honey dipped the biscuits
Sugar swizzle sweet sticks
Cacao on bonbons
Cotton candy twist tops
Sugarplum and ice-cream
Cherry-sour pie dream
You hear the plug calling my phone, (you heard)
You know all that s*** that we on, (woo)
Yeah you better stick to the code,
Break it I promise you won’t
MJ
Eightball
MJG
Eightball
Swizzle
It's finna super crunk up in this joint
We came to get dirty up in here
Yaknowmsayin, mayn?
Shake
Oh my fucking god
Oh my fucking god Daniel!
Turn the fucking nigger music off
Turn it off!
Yeah, I'm a Apex predator, I murder my competitor
I stick
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