Lyrics:
Rolly poly fat man
Thunder down the hall
On your way to breakfast
You got to have it all
A plate of cold spaghetti
One day on the floor
Clean
love being with my friends
We barely get by but have the best times
And hope it never ends
We drink all day until we fall down
So we can do it all again
Finns' wife is all
And the three of us w walk out of the hall
Now the night bore down upon us all
You could hear the crickets in the thickets call
eh[02:11.22]Wipe down the bench[02:13.07]All the crumbs that they leave[02:14.71]Catch the three seventy for some chill company[02:17.98]Raise the rent by another
the minutes gone by
It's easy to tell time and you'll soon see why
Each number on the clock has five minutes in it
If you skip count by five, you'll tell
minutes to change history
Like a gambler who throws in
A bad hand at cards
The twin towers they give in to their fate
They fall one by one, floor by floor
dancing around and around in the hall.
Well a little girl sits down by the Christmas tree lights,
To play the piano so you gotta keep quiet,
To hear
grey Mexican suit
The blue eyed traffic can sashay by
'Cause tonight the sailor boys have hit Shanghai
The kick-out traffic goes creaking by
I smash
Lying on the dining room floor
Being warmed through the patio door
Just waiting, waiting for my dad
I found a note last night
From my brother down
on Friday night and I come home on Saturday morning
I like to venture into town
I like to get a few drinks down
The floor gets packed the bar gets
That will come back no more.
When it's 3 o'clock in the morning,
And something scared you from your breast,
I will gently rock you in my arms,
behind the grandfather clock
I got 29 ways to make it to my baby's door
And if she needs me bad
I can find about two or three more
rail, one half is missing, three third fail
cant track down, by the phone, what if we lie by email
we get our-men..the bac-ck allys in, that look
It was a very cold clear fall night
I had a terrible dream
Billy Name and Brigid were playing under my stair case
on the second floor about two
wanna wake up from this dream
Verse Three
I know this drug dealer, who drive a black beamer
Dreadlock cut off once by this girl named Delilah
Pretty
It was a very cold clear fall night
I had a terrible dream
Billy Name and Brigid were playing under my stair case
on the second floor about two
Follow through with everything that you do
And the wall creeps down at three on the clock
You're on the floor with flowers, red and blue
Air out from
a big red pocket
Flyin' high by the time the band comes on
I'm loaded, got a fist full of cash
I'm rollin' just filed her up with gas
I'm goin'
dropped and
Picked up off the floor
FYI it was not a cold sore
Oops! My bad! But you'll be madder at me
When I finish Part 3 of my confessions
You don't
into Joe's about six-fifteen
And I was ready to pour 'em down
Because at eight o'clock Delilah was a-meeting me there
Well I thought I would have
Flo-Rida
Gucci!
Bird!
I done bought all this Ciroc
Now lil mama on my jock
Staring at me up and down like when my roley's six o'clock
Now you
to marvel at the lunacy of a
Language in which your house can burn down
While it is burning up you fill out
A form by filling it in
In which your alarm clock
Changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee
Half way home, we'll be there by morning
Through the Mississippi darkness
Rolling down to the sea
But all the towns
you
Three, four, so get your butt on the floor
Five, six, know you dig the mix
Seven, eight, let it shake
Get down, get up
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