Lyrics:
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
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
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
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
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
Maybe only a driver, turn that man to a diver
That day it was raining, put on the windscreen wiper
Us man dumped on him last time, this one's just
The kids still fighting back forth behind
The glass like the windshield wiper
Good butter here then, let's say album
Brooks brother clear lens flex frame
in me
And the wipers up and on the glass
Keep my sights intact to the river
Thoughts hush of memories
Of a past glory of a past glory
I'm reaching but
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
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
windshield wipers slappin' out a tempo,
Keepin' perfect rhythm with the song on the radio,
But I got to keep rollin'.
Ooh, I'm drivin' my life away, lookin'
on me
The streets are like wipers zonin', twistin' verses, Rigatoni
Sick of phonies but I never get lonely, they keepin' my violet
And ever since Fatt
On the eastern highway we ride
Windshield wipers disperse the rain from the sky
What's left is ivy and vine
All the letters I'd sent back home
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
Wearing
a fuck about who you said was up next and up now
I'm on the outside looking into the crowd like a sniper shooting bugs off your windshield wiper
My rhyme
nile
River Nile
If you understand then give God a big wipe
Give God a wiper eh
So if you ask me if I want to uh uh
Yes I do
Be your one and only
Red light, green light
Speedin' trough the dark night
Drivin' trough the poundin' rain
I gotta see Jane
Windshield, wiper splashin', splashin'
夜に滑り込み melty 膝を抱える
身に付けたのは処世術 誰か灯りをつけて
否定目に染みて はい wiper
嫌な余韻 クリック mute
棲みつく前に good night
口出ししないでね? It's my life
"Never"
モノクロ脱ぎ捨て color
and car-crashes
There were kids she attended
And repeat indiscretions
For which she'd once made amends
Then there's ice on the windshield
And the wipers are
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
I'm on a B road heading for the sea
To see if hands across the ocean
Shake or wave
Through the whiplash of the windscreen wipers
I can see for
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
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