Lyrics:
been through
I don't want to change for you
Made mistakes got no face to call my home
Oh I'm on my own
Old John, sleeping alone
Too stuck to get any
mean, You can call me John Cena in a crime scene clean up, but I’m the Batista bomb, how can a barista fuck up the name John. John Hancock cuz I got my
They told me when I was little
I'd go to heaven, if I was good.
Now I'm a long way from little
'Cause I tried to find heaven, 'cause I thought that I
twice, but we laughed it off
Elton John, classic songs, it's the crime of the century
Spinnin' on repeat
Maybe you and me should go get that tattoo
yo, you can tell by the way I roll shorty that I'm a ladies man
A business man, condos down the shore, multi million pension plans
But it ain't in my
Sunday came without surprise
Leonard cohen still alive
Dylan had a hart attack
Hey joe just won't be back
Princess d has gone away
Elton john is here
that boy statistic
Empty clips, yeah
Empty clips
I'm almost expressionless
John Cena wouldn't know emotions I wrestle with
Play 'bout the fact I
bold
Print on the lenseses
One leaf, half of the dutch combat the cancer
Peace to Elton John cause in the
Jacket got the tiny dancer ready to tango
Extra
Elton John
I'm singing KiKis part
In my feelings since that rocket embarked
No doubt we'll meet again
Maybe as stars
You got me hooked
(You got me
Colene
And her peaches and cream
It'll give us a shot in the arm
Down at our Uncle John's farm
Rock on the porch swing
By the light of the moon
choked on my puke with Hendrix
I shared a sandwich with Mamma Cass
Last year I met Elton John
And I fucked him right up the ass
Well the Spicy Girls spiced
ass
They took away my right to bear arms
What I'm 'posed to fight with, bare palms?
Yeah, right
They comin' with bombs, I'm comin' with flare guns
death of me, Lord, Lord
Hammer's gonna be the death of me"
Now the captain he
said to John Henry
"I'm gonna bring that
steam drill around
I'm
We did not get
The best, not yet
And even though I
(Horror movies, Burger King, Zaragoza, nicotine, Elton John, too many drinks and you with me)
Ran
got little John, the conquered
Oh baby, I'm gonna mess with you
I'm gonna grab those pretty women
I'm gonna grab 'em by the hand
You know, the whole
Brother Luke he turned away
And Uncle John refused to stay
Doctor Tom said Don't cry he'll get by
He'll see another day
Alright, it's alright
I'm gonna get
pulling them out of their Pathfinders
It makes me want to scream, but I just chill by the end of the week
How many punks must I kill?
I'm sicking up
I feel sore
I don't know what to believe anymore
Apple made it's first pad by an accident
Elton John only got seven songs, checkout there is a list
the tools
Of your trade,
You gigolo.
I'm just another john you've gypped,
Another sucker stiffed,
Just a walk on role in the script
To your long, long
agreed, sacrifice was the code of the road.
I left town at dawn, with Marcel and St. John, strong men belittled by doubt.
I couldn't tell her what my
(John Farrar/Hank Marvin)
Who's gonna shoe your pretty feet
Who's gonna hold your hand
Who's gonna take you out tonight
To listen to the band
Who'll
to you
Come and retrieve em
Maybe all you really like about me
Is my dark hair and the
Fact that I'm kind of funny
Or maybe my Elton John impersonations
your Daddy
With the biggest balls!
I'm not Ricky Martin
I'm not Elton John
I don't have Aston Martin
And women's Peugeot
I have a brutal moto (Moto!)
that you wrote
Don't be mad cause you broke
Let me clear my throat ah huh ah huh
John forte, grab the mic, let's sway this way
I'm more than just
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