Lyrics:
The Penguinos
This life is serious enough I wanna play
I don’t got time to contemplate bullshit all day
I got some good things and some good
high heeled shoes
Let you strut your stuff by the House of Blues
Or farther down Sunset where the tricks all cruise
"Are you my pimp?"
Oh dear God don't
Johns, couple streets from Barrets/
Mama told me to avoid the neighborhood terrorists/\
I was a good kid, still gettin blurped/
Askin for my ID and search,
sheets
I bring good shit to your ears and make you tap your feet
Slangin beats like dro Steady stack dough
BPM flows Your attention's my ho
Raggin them
third wife
He buried both of them side by side
So he comes to disappear for a while
Every bar in America
Has got a woman like the one over there
Orleans tonight
They're kissin' on beaches, sea to shining sea
Smoochin' on benches, near the Christmas tree
Lipstick on collars down in Tennessee
Ah
paint you a picture in your mind
I would start by
Painting a backdrop of all the good memories in your life
Next I would outline
God's hand on your
got a
Bitta country blastin' around by the bonfire, no I can't lie
It's a good time when you roll on up
Singin' all damn night til tomorrow comes
Get
and our show in town tonight
he said "Let me guess - John, Paul, George and Ringo, am I right?
Take a look around you, Buddy, don't you know where you
some niggaz get sorrier
Insane as the war for the little 5th Ward warrior
Tonight's your dead date your dying a slow rate
Let's hope the chainsaw's
work, I promise it ain't no taking off
Rockin' and rollin'
Takin' control and you know Ima eat all them cookies
I know that you want me
I can tell by
had to do it to 'em
Forty I see you
Oh I see you homie
I stay late tonight right
You know what happen when I stay late, heh
Yea
Boy wonder
I
together
Try, don't let him take your love from me
You're not good, can't you see brother Louie, Louie, Louie
I'm in love set you free
Oh, she's only
Nikes, by the caseload
But still good to fuck with a Becky like John Stamos
Taught to know that the rule of thumb was innuendos
And to slay the box
wouldn't mind you coming home tonight
Psych let me stop it
You the type that I would rather ride with
Be my flight cadet, my co pilot
Yo, excuse me miss,
Rope, katana, and then I skin 'em
All beige suit made out of white women
With the red lipstick dancing to John Lennon
With the red sweater jeans made
up at the stars
For a couple hours, turned off all the lights on the cars
The world was ours it was yours
It was mine
The time flew by like it was
wanna miss
Cos everywhere we go were rockin' it
Nobody good enough stopping it
So when we hit the chart where toppin' it
So get on ya feet and put
behind
I came in this world way beyond my time
And then put in more work in
Than all these niggas combined
Uh, add it up, they don't even do the math
By
of a gun
Now John the congoroo and got some mojo too
We got a black cat born, we're gonna slip it to you
Tonight move over people just as fast as you can
the baker's dozen
We got lakes, ponds, deer on lawns
Puff upon chron', rockin' long johns
Spat verses over-purchased thirty
Racks of beer made peers laugh
giant glowing asshole, silhouetted by the last rays of the sunset.
I finally get the song out and it goes pretty good - there may have been a few
Welcome friends welcome family to the world of Hollywood
Take a seat settle down
We'll make you feel real good
Tonight we give you the Kings
get caught in your trap
I'm the game you're stalkin'
Let's say good night and just leave it like that
I'm so tired of talkin', yes I am
Now little by
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