Lyrics:
gently sways just keep stoking the fire... gotta keep the engine hot) / Sometimes i feel like a bum... but i ain’t gonna wait by the phone... hoo hoo...
Beach Bums
Verse 1
Sunrise on the horizon, waves kiss the shore,
Flip-flops in the sand, we're always wanting more,
Tanned skin, salty hair, we’re
Johnny Ryall is the bum on my stoop
I gave him fifty cents to buy some soup
He knows the time with the fresh Gucci watch
He's even more over than
Everybody run come (Everybody run come)
When they hear this gbedu dem dey whine
Dem dey twerk, dem dey shake their bum bum
Fore, Fore by Fore eh
Fore by Fore
wavy
come surf on down by the
shoreline, we’ll
ride against the tide
ay
we’re singing like
bum bu da dum
bu da dum ba dum ba bum
(come on, lemme hear
to unity?
It's like that, and that that's the way it is
Disillusion is the word
That's used by me when I'm not heard
I just go through life with my glasses
ooh ahhah ooh ahh ah ah ahh
ba ba ba bum (bum bum bum)
ooh
ooh ahhah ooh ahh ah ah ahh
ba ba ba bum (ba ba bum bum)
oooh hah
have you ever been left
of sex to be stuck by the punk
We are the ones who must sport the position
Rich homes with money and food
Abandoned for the bums on the street
to pieces (La-la-la)
Falling to pieces (La-la-la)
One by one
Da-da-da-da
Da-dum-da-da
Da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da
Da-da-bum-bada
You're such a fool,
Time: 2:58 beach bum music bmi/beachead music, inc. ascap
Producer: brian wilson/russ titelman
Mixed by hugh padgham assisted by bob vogt at a & m
Naked at the club, and when I'm drinking 'til I drop
And when I'm riding on the bus, I'm thinking about a tipsy bum
When I'm naked at the club,
priest came by
Got him a spot in the afterlife
He could hardly move
One might describe him as a fish out of water (Fish out of water)
[Verse 2]
I drove
not by works but by grace
So what's it gonna take? there's no getting through to you
So what's it gonna take?
There's no getting through to you
I'm
Procházim se ulicí v novejch hadrech
Na sobě Stone Island, APC, Acne
Košťata čumí jestli to myslim vážně
Nakonec by chtěli mít to co máme
Myslí že
With your bumbum baby girl ropom pipom
With your dondon (odi dondon)
Bumbum baby girl ropom pipom
With your dondon (make I ropom do bum bum bum
You never hear
You no know
Shey you never hear
Bum bum bila
(Oh na na na na na na)
Shey say she want some
Bum bum bila
2am in the morning
We're just
all right by me
Well I'd stake my claim but my mule got lame
How lucky can a poor boy be
Don't you know that some bum
Stole my pig pet
Don't ask me
That girl, she's a party, all nighter
Little 'Funky Cold Medina
Little 'Strawberry Winer
That girl, she's a love gone stringer
Me a year old bum
[Originally by Bob Dylan]
Once upon a time you dressed so fine
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?
Peopled call, say, beware doll,
Okay. Listen
Bum ba ba bum bum, ba ba bum, ba ba bum
Bum ba ba bum bum
Uh huh, that's right
Get it, get it, over (Hey, yuh, yuh)
Taking back my
lazy
Everyday i wanna day with you
But this week make I taste you (Yeh)
O se mi pe kin boso
Pariwo sita pe mo romo
Fit to kill a man with your bum bum
anything or anyone
that i could be it and just wouldnt feel right if i
didnt have u by my side (hooo) you were there 4 me
to love and care for me when skys
nabrałem
Bo ja jadłem tylko chleb
Coś głupiego tutaj musi być
Ale nie mam pomysłów
Czekam na helikopter
By wydoić kilka krów
Już brakuje słów
Jestem
rougher than the seas in a gale force wind
Hey hum yer bum be sore
Damn that toilet paper forevermore
Time's gone by and we at last
Be puttin' that
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