Lyrics:
and ginger
Clyde and Bonnie
Liz and Richard
Kurt and Courtney
Bacall and Bogie
Joltin' Joe and Ms. Monroe
Here's captain crash and the beauty queen from
Last time I saw Richard was Detroit in 68
And he told me all romantics meet the same fate
Someday, cynical and bitter and boring someone
In some
is redneck bonding
Scared of drunken wreckage
Drivers on the knifes-edge
Condensation on plaque
Confederate on tap
Poor Richard's Almanac
Passing him
name of Richard Dobson who had a novel he'd never finish
That's when Johnny Rodrigues, David Olney and Steve Earle first came through
And every other
too
So pass me a carrot stick peel me a prune a glass of skim milk and that's all
You and Jane Fonda and old Richard Simmons are drivin' me right off
us instead.
Richard Manuel is dead.
God forbid you call their bluff.
Like the nightmares ain't enough.
Remember when we used to think that we
style is awesome
I'm causing more Family Feuds than Richard Dawson
And the survey said, you're dead
Fatal Flying Guillotine chops off your fucking head
Aber ich will nur 'ne Richard Mille an meinem Arm sehen
Bald machen sie mir einen 183-Modell (woo)
Sie ist immer auf Dubai-Zeit gestellt (brrra)
Stars
somethin' natural like afro on Richard Pryor
Show me somethin' natural like ass with some stretchmarks
Still'll take you down right on your mama's couch in
nigga ain't heard of me, I got a Richard
Drippin' my sweats through Givenchy
I brought my strap in the party
And my diamonds Offset like Cardi
Got
money, no, this is not no silly guap
Got a Richard Mille, this not a silly watch (whoa)
All this money make me wanna hit my Diddy Bop
Tell the teller
burned
You're still the one for me
Words and music by richard reisser and robert alsterberg
so clear
A knight, a leader, wearing England's crown
Richard the Lionheart wants to put the Moslems down
He sets the sail, heading Outremer
Richard Mille Mille Mille, Richard Mille Mille Mille
Richard Mille Mille Mille, Richard Mille Mille Mille
T'es qu'un mytho j'te donne même pas
[Spoken: This is an ol' Little Richard tune called "Oh My Soul"]
Oh, my soul!
Oh, my soul!
Baby baby baby, give me all the love you've got
Don't
Good one Richard there you go Richard
That was it Richard
So what do you do? So what do you do?
When all you know is flexin'
So what do you do? So
A prince of the realm
But how could we tell
Were you Richard of York
Were you telling the truth
And where is the proof
Were you Richard of York
Halo policja chuj wam wszystkim w dupę
Z tytanu mój Richard ty wpierdalasz zupkę
Białe złoto nowy day date już nie Vintage
Money power respect i
tart.
A rhubarb tart has fascinated all the poets.
Especially the immortal bard.
He caused Richard the Third to call on Bosworth Field:
'My kingdom for
Mr. Irving Berlin
Often emphasizes sin
In a charming way.
Mr. Coward we know
Wrote a song or two to show
Sex was here to stay.
Richard Rodgers
to exploit it
I know a cure to stop the fear and a little rock and roll
Primitive minds during primitive times
But Dr. Lady Richard who won a Nobel Prize
a likkle Molly
Smoke my weed to the claro, oh
Lamborghini driver, 'Rarri 458 Italia
I really, really spent a milli' on just two Richard Milles
And I wear
a Richard on the card
I ain't grow up playin' ball, but I'll show you how the fuck you gotta do it
If you really wanna ball 'til you fall
When your back
The colour of death, sweet vanilla essence
Richard Harris and Donald Pleasance
And a cherry blossom falling from a cherry tree
That's what jazz is to me
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