Lyrics:
hula hoop? I'ma jump on like this
See the junk in the trunk? I had to bag her right quick
Feel like magic, all together, all together by six
Oh my
invoices, separate the men from the boys, over here
We measure success by how many people successful next to you
Here we say you broke if everybody else
get in my way, you're dead
You see I'm tired of trying to justify
Every decision that I make
If it's to save the people that I stand by
You better
includes Fred Waring and his Pennsylvanians, and
The Ray Charles Singers who were made famous by their frequent appearances on The Perry Como Show,
carols and god bless
america and thanks for comin so:
Get a job you bum bum bum
Money dont grow on trees you bum bum bum.
Silent farts
Deadly farts
Get a job you bum bum bum
Money dont grow on trees you bum bum bum.
Silent farts
Deadly farts
All was calm
Not turned on
Oh come on illegal
biddy bum.
If I were a wealthy man.
I wouldn't have to work hard.
Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum.
If I were a biddy biddy rich,
She's the apple of my eye
She's impossible I'm told
I just can't wait for the time to pass me by
So together we can grow old
She's the apple of my
all about
Hard to look the other way
While the world passes me by
And everyone is trying to bum me out
It's a pretty big world god
And I am
Ooh (Ooh)
Na-na, yeah
I saw you dancing in a crowded room (Uh)
You look so happy when I'm not with you
But then you saw me, caught you by surprise
eyes
High smoking cherry pie
OPassage yo I barely drive
Queen supreme being
Eloquent kush god its black rose intelligent
Heads wraps being kissed by
of me
Derived and thriving in a hive confined
By evasive morality
Bum, buh duh dum. Bah da dum
Bah da dum bum bah dah dah dum
Buh duh dum. Bah da dum
Bah
practice what you preach, ho
I used to be yo' ride or die, but now I'm in the streets ho
Yeah, you used to pipe me down and make me act a plumb' ass
But
You made me
Cry and beg
I was stuck
Calling your name
You took me
By the mouth
Told me it's
Not over now
You used me
And threw me out
Well let me
the decent way for a Bo to go
Home to the by and by;
I knew that fever had you, Jack
And that doctor just wouldn't come
He was too busy treatin'
He is a hustler, he's no good at all
He is a loser, he's a bum, bum, bum, bum
He lies, he bluffs, he's unreliable
He is a sucker with a gun, gun,
Liable to drive-by on a summer day
July 4th'll be a June
Block ten block ten block ten bla ba bum
The sound of the drum, that crips and bloods know
the decent way for a Bo to go
Home to the by and by
I knew that fever had you, Jack
And that doctor just wouldn't come
He was too busy treatin'
on in your parents' bedrooms
Sometimes I wanna get on TV and just let loose
But can't, but it's cool for Tom Green to hump a dead moose
"My bum is
has come
And I feel like a bum
'Cause I spent my last dime
On a worthless old friend
On a drunken weekend
I've done it time after time
She's got
dum bum bum
Well the sun has rose
On November 1st
cnd the bats replaced by the chirps of birds
cnd the haunted house has begun to turn
To a jolly
wants
It's beating like a drum like
Ba Da Bum Bum Ba Da Bum Bum
Let me spell it out now letter by letter
Cause we on a roll and we only get better
Like that time I was twelve and got bitten by a wasp
Or accepted my car keys would always be lost
Though the sting is gone and I've totaled the cost
I can't believe all my life
You've been right here by my side
Everyday I try to hide
But you tell me I'll be just fine
Mmm
Ahhh ahhhhh
We climbed
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