Lyrics:
I was thinking of things that I hate to do
SEX WITH YOUR PARENTS
Things you do to me or I do to you, baby
SEX WITH YOUR PARENTS
Something fatter
and they cheer with each blast
Farewell, Angelina, the sky's changing colors and I must leave fast
Hang calm, little elves on the roof tops they dance
a part of me You can haul her away but in my heart shell remain
I'm leaving here with these Polaroid's
afternoon
And I know a place that's quiet, 'cept for daisies running riot
And there's no one passing by it to see
Come spend this lazy afternoon with me
in the hangout
Lay your ass down where you hang out
Stupid little bitch gon' bite down
Got my dog with me, I ain't big now
Turn the bitch down, I
pocket
And point to the future
Gully the Booth Bully On-Beat bringing bruises
My Troops groomed for battle
And they backed with acoustics
They beat
when I'm not
Two big chairs sittin' side by side
With a Holy bible and a TV guide
TV guide, TV guide, great God o' mighty
It's a TV guide
I got
I really thought that we would hang out tonight
I was thinking about you today
Like the sand I’m drifting away
You didn’t call me back after last
or nice your secret Santa's safe with me
Till the reindeer come a knockin' we ain't got no place to be
You can hang your hat on my Christmas tree
different
Please stay don`t go
If I call out your name like a prayer
Would you leave me alone with my tears
Knowing I need you so
Would you still turn
being me is already a hit (Ready a hit)
Music round me is my only drug (Ya ya, ya ya, ya ya)
Can't resist a beat it pulls me with a tug
From the floor hit
Rain comes from the east one night
We watch it come to hang like beaded curtains
Till the morning sun, water dripping from our clothes
You with
Hangs on
Water falls down
There's no gold in this barren town.
Look at every angle
And draw a square
Find some nut you can instead untighten
Watch me in
this music
We get the spinnin
Let the choppa sing acoustics
Yea I took a L, on me that's a get back
Yea I took a L, forever get my lick back
Fuck
Can't stand this fallin' for you
Well I hang my head by the riverside
Burst it's banks with the tears I've cried
The ripples roll out to the sea
I wish
In the empty lot where the ladies play blindman's bluff with the key chain
And the all-night girls they whisper of escapades out on the "D" train
We
to enjoy
You can hang out with all the boys
It's fun to stay at the Y.M.C.A
It's fun to stay at the Y.M.C.A
You can get yourself clean, you can have
cowboy {Hang on}
Can't you hear me calling you? ("Break it down like this!")
Hang on space cowboy, {Hang on} hang on space cowboy {Hang on}
I'm coming out
and your homeboys way and sometimes your cousin's way
They don't never have to pay, don't have no cars
Hang around in bars try to hang around with stars
one more time around,
Hoping that you might drop by,
The next time you pass through my town.
Your lows, your highs, I hang on your goodbyes,
Every
(I'm from the hood)
I let my pants (My pants) hang low (Hang low)
So, you better not play with my dough
'cause if you do, 4, 4 (4, 4)
I'm from the hood
We're off on the road to Morocco
This camel is tough on the spine (hit me with a band-aid, Dad)
Where they're goin', why we're goin', how can we
I let my heart go through
To get me where it got me
In this moment here with you
And it passed me by
God knows how many times
I was so caught up
Written by dewey bunnell, ©1976
Found on hideaway.
Somebody told me that the time was right
To keep on ridin' and to hang on tight
I heard
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