Lyrics:
Last night that girl of mine left me trying
And lying she deceived me
[I'll alter] all these tears with the wipers
You'd better believe me
She said
wipers cause it might rain
Life's a gamble like a dice game
Aiyo, I'm when I'm writing I be thinking like Donald Goines
Posted up on the strip,
the way to New Orleans
I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna
And was playing soft
While Bobby sang the blues
With them windshield wipers
the way to New Orleans
I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna
And was playing soft
While Bobby sang the blues
With them windshield wipers
Red light
Green light
Going through the dark night
Going through the pouring rain
I gotta see Jane
Window wiper splishing splashing
Calling
the way to New Orleans
I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna
And was playing soft
While Bobby sang the blues
With them windshield wipers
wipers slapping time
i was holding bobby's hand in mine
we sang every song that driver knew
freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose
nothing,
the way to New Orleans
I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna
And was playing soft
While Bobby sang the blues
With them windshield wipers
Penetrate your Gap jeans with Black & Decker machines
Alternate your skullies, catch dead rats in Saran Wrap
Put used diapers on your windshield wipers
the way to New Orleans
I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna
And was playing soft
While Bobby sang the blues
With them windshield wipers
They say we moving to fast, big deal-bite us
Other side of the class the
Slim chicks like us other side of the glass
Shooter windshield wiper
Now
all the way into New Orleans
I pulled my harpoon out of
My dirty red bandanna
I was playing soft while Bobby
Sang the blues ah
Windshield wipers
Peter Parker
Or either Peter Piper
A seed the type to pee the diaper blame it on the wiper
It's really not your concern why I got the knife sir
You
The wipers beat a rhythm
Truck spray obscures my vision
But I'm closing in on my destination
Two more hours and I'll be at your door
And it will never
the way to New Orleans
I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna
And was playing soft
While Bobby sang the blues
With them windshield wipers
ain't nothin' wrong with the radio
She needs a carburetor, a set of plug wires
She's ridin' me around on four bald tires
The wipers don't work
nothin' wrong with the radio
She needs a carburetor, a set of plug wires
She's ridin' me around on four bald tires
The wipers don't work and the horn
before
He will drive all over three lanes
You sit tight, shotgun
Windshield wipers
Waving for an audience of one
You came out from the country
nothin' wrong with the radio
She needs a carburetor, a set of plug wires
She's ridin' me around on four bald tires
The wipers don't work and the horn
a
Mutherfuckin' bug stuck on the windshield wiper, walkin'
Get 'cha gibber tape, for mister shit-talker
The Volgar, the champion'll knock your shows off
I'll cut
before
He will drive all over three lanes
You sit tight, shotgun
Windshield wipers
Waving for an audience of one
You came out from the country
Darlin' I still hear your name
Through the windshield wipers and the drivin' rain
I'll be 'cross the rocky mountains in the mornin'
And it's one
year did you know the
Viagra car is the only car that's
Got windshield wipers on the inside?
(laughs) That's funny! (laughs)
That's true!
But them
pseudo mavericks clash
At futility pageants
I post froze in a blaze at a grand combustion
A leader's deception connection
Wiper with a barn responds his
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