Lyrics:
stuck by me in the hard old days
He never cared if I had no dough
We rambled 'round in the rain and snow
So here's to you, my ramblin' boy
May all your
brown-nose for some gold
Then I'd rather be a bum than a motherfuckin' baller (oh yeah)
Bitch, where you when I was walkin'?
Now I run the game, got
I should have seen it coming right before my eyes
When I left, you took no time to prove your lies
I was so in love, you took me by surprise
Shoulda
Hey there you fucking bum
Look what you have become
No secrets without walls
A social free for all
Come on and get it all for free
Just hit that
you still want me saving grace
You dug my grave
Day by day
Still hear your name
Still see your face
Still I ponder on the things we should've done
So
with my gun
Bum Bum Bum
With a drum
Bum Bum Bum
With a drum
Bum Bum Bum
Imma shoot 50 rounds
And pray that you're ok
Imma take all my cum
And paint it
a looker you were"
Or better yet, "Sorry, I thought you were whoozis
Whatever happened to her?"
Good times, bum times, I've seen 'em all
And, my dear,
(Dum, da-dum)
(Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da)
(Dum, da-dum)
(Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da)
Bum, bum-bum
This is gonna feel real good, aight?
Most
Billy, the bum lived by the thumb
And sang of the hobo's delight
He'd prove he could run
Twice as fast as the sun
By losing his shadow at night
Now
czy do legendy
Czy do historii czy do legendy
Czy najzwyczajniej
Bum bum bum bum bum
Quo vadis koleś
Bum bum bum bum
U u
Quo vadis
the other day that she got married again
I hope he treats her better than I
Well if you get me idea that I'm some kind of a bum
You're catchin' on pretty
Singing Bum Titty, Bum Titty, Titty Bum,
Bum Titty Bum Titty ay,
Singing, Bum Titty, Bum Titty, Titty Bum,
Singing, Bum Titty Bum Titty ay.
Now
Da-da-dum, Ba-ba-bum
Da-da-dum, Ba-ba-bum
In the spotlight, you take the stage,
But behind the mask, lies a hidden cage.
Spin and twirl in your web
you think by now I would have found
At least one woman who was meant for me
But it's been my luck just to fall in love
And wake up to another memory
have to think to survive
So nobody listens
Hey recluse, don't shout at me
You proclaim yourself expert by extensions of the methods
Detailed in your
You gon’ call me up and I’ll come right around
Girl you make my heart go bum bum
Make my mind go dumb dumb
You got me going crazy
I need you on a daily
on the
guitar. He wrote it all by himself. O.K., Stevie, bring your three friends
up, they can play with you. That Seve Vai, what a nice little boy. {I wrote
Oh, but look-a-here, baby
See what-a you've done, done
You taken my money
You got me on a bum
C'mon shake a-yo' boogie
Whoa, shake a-yo' boogie
to make you
Look out little girl, little girl, little girl look out
If you're hiding and I'm hiding
From some bum that wants to get you
Look out
get your ass kicked
Worse than them little Limp Bizkit bastards
And Moby? You can get stomped by Obie
You thirty six year old bald headed fag, blow
crazy
now you’ve crossed a line
I thought you were real now I see you’re skilled it took me by surprise but bitches don't say goodbye
I thought you
By a square-dancin' farmer, well
That old bum was sticking out his thumb
When the farmer drew up, said
"Listen son", and the horse compared his
is on your lips, my bum is on your lips"
And if I'm lucky, you might just give it a little kiss
And that's the message that we deliver to little kids
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Sweet oh Sweet
Just to behold
Oh what a sight
Oh when Christmas time is over
I know you'll be by my side
So we cherish this Christmas
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