Lyrics:
Ah! A letter from
"Dear Andre"
"I hope this letter finds you in the best of health
As for myself, I'm doin' well
And P.S. with or without you,
stared 'n' went their way.
Well, the p'liceman come and he looked around,
"Get up, old man, or I'm a-takin' you down."
He jabbed him once with his
to get by
Well the P.D.'s they won't play the record
They're too worried about that book
And the D.J's they all hate the song
But they're in love with
legally blonde energy
Swap my red for a pink
Looking like barbie
Tonight let's just do, no not think
And paint the town pink
We'll p-p-paint the town
On every inch of that floor yeah, B-O-P, bop
Well, P-IL-L-S bop pills
I went to see old doc and
I couldn't get near his shack
(oh loaded, man) i went to see
Oh yeah, oh yeah, whats that you see"
Tell me, more of what's gonna be
If your friends with P.
Well then your friends with me
If you down with P.
Well
it's a different song
Lonesome Dave is gone
All right, Dave!
Yeah!
Well, three P.M. at the Holiday Inn
The room service coming on a tray
Tuna
ought to be bringing up your little girl this way"
It was signed by the secretary, Harper Valley P.T.A.
Well, it happened that the P.T.A. was gonna
me
Oh yeah, oh yeah,
What's that ya' see?
Tell me more of what's gonna be.
If you're friends with P.
Well, then you're friends with me.
If you're down
connected like P
I got the hook up
Young and well connected like P
I got the hook up
Young and well connected like P
I got the ice cream truck
With the baby
doin' the same thing!
We'll party, party, p-party
You know we're never sober
Once we step on the floor
You know we take it over
Hands up in the air
to be a bringing up your little girl this way
It was signed by the secretary, Harper Valley P.T.A.
Well, it happened that the P.T.A. was gonna meet
hogwash and arithmetic
The pitying smirk
The argument runs like clockwork
Will run down eventually and splutter to a stop
P.S. Well by now you know
can toddle off in swank
And I don't mean an ordinary cook's tour
I mean a cabin deluxe tour
Someday we'll go places
New lands and new faces
what's up with me.
Oh yeah, oh yeah.
What's that ya' see?
Tell me more of what's gonna be.
If you're friends with P.,
Well, then you're friends with
me
Oh yeah, oh yeah, what's that you see"
Tell me, more of what's gonna be
If you're friends with P.
Well then you're friends with me
If you're down
We out in this...P and Game, we'll blow that bitch up
From the world's most infamous, 1st Infantry
(Alchemist, this shit raw like fresh beef playa
Might as well just go hire a P.I
Part of me keeps dying inside
Might as well just go hire a P.I
Coz if you lie to me i might just
(Coz you not my
Might as well just go hire a P.I
Part of me keeps dying inside
Might as well just go hire a P.I
Coz if you lie to me I might just
Might as well just
(That, that's good.)
(One, I want to sing along--you know why? You're missing part of it.)
(That pays off, ah, P.O.G.)
(We'll have Greenwich
tonight
We're putting on the dog tonight
We'll be p-putting on the dog tonight
Putting on, putting on the dog tonight
We'll be putting on the dog
ought to be bringing up your little girl this way"
It was signed by the secretary, Harper Valley P.T.A.
Well, it happened that the P.T.A. was gonna
hogwash and arithmetic
The pitying smirk
The argument runs like clockwork
Will run down eventually and splutter to a stop
P.S. Well by now you know
dropping slappers
Well P T Bizzle Come Kick It With A Cracker
If a hoe tripping
Get the fuck out my vision
Cause I ain't trying to listen
I got my own
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