Lyrics:
I know where you are and you can't ride your bike there
Ofte er det stress å skaffe wheels
Jeg kan ikke kjøre bil
Men vil stikke dit jeg vil
Kikker
fred hide and deal
We are obscene lawless hideous dangerous dirty violent and young
But we should be together
Come on all you people standing around
Är det verkligen fred vi vill ha?
Till varje tänkbart pris
Är vi alldeles säkra på det?
Att det värsta av allt är krig
Med lag skall
the girly's on my belly
Kick a slow dance like my brother R. Kelly (bust a rhyme)
Today's a hip-hop draft will I be top-seeded? (Uhh)
Worked too frickin'
of the pile (pile)
[Fred]
Girls are freakin, things are good
The girls can fill up my neighborhood
But don't take my sunshine, I'll be okay
As long
Fee fi m-mar-mold. Arnold!
But if the first two letters are ever the same,
Crop them both, then say the name.
Like Bob, Bob, drop the "B's",
Slett ikke bare idyll
Levd med dette her i så mange år
Eiendom til 45 små mill
Du kan gå her
Med ikke sitt ned
Ingen kommentar
Vil bare være i fred
Ingen
burnt up like a weenie and his name is Fred
He wears the same hat and sweater every single day
And even if it's hot outside, he wears it anyway
He's
In the morning she said "Listen"
Ooh, I felt like in a prison
Yeah, my mama said, "I know you've been out again with Fred"
(My mama said)
My
There he sits with a pen and a yellow pad,
he's a handsome lad, that's my boy.
P-r-l-f-q, spells mom and dad.
Well, that ain't too bad, 'cause
Well yeah, do you know who I am?
Justin Jeans, and I banged your mam
I only wear jeans and I don't wear a top
And my jeans are pulled down to my arse
salt is good for dancing.
Paris, but I tried to be the Fred Astaire of words.
Paris, you heard.
Little Paris Smith, one day you'll have a job.
Yes,
swore to
Cause we're killing the game like our name is Lizzie fucking Borden
Orders coming in so fast my shelves of shit are shortening
This ain't Jumanji
This song is by Mississippi Fred McDowell and
appears on the album Mississippi Fred McDowell (1995).
John Henry was a steel-drivin'
John Henry was
Up I rush off to work
Hello Fred you look half dead
Are you coming are you going
I could never do a double shift
Hello Fred get some bed Fred
don't think you'll be back in three days time so you choose well
Tell me what's right
Is it my right to be on my stomach of Fred's Seville
It was me
the girly's on my belly
Kick a slow dance like my brother R. Kelly (bust a rhyme)
Today's a hip-hop draft will I be top-seeded? (Uhh)
Worked too frickin'
of Fred's Seville
It was me
And a gun
And a man
On my back
But I haven't seen Barbados so I must get out of this
And do you know Carolina
Where
FRED
Oh, false one, you have deceived me!
RUTH
I have deceived you?
FRED
Yes, deceived me!
[Duet between FRED and RUTH begins]
FRED
You told me
Your eyes are in your head
You should have stayed in bed
Oh, Fred in bed and ride, ride, ride
Fred in bed and ride
I keep on tellin' myself
the feeling everything will be alright
Lights are pure magenta
There's something going down
I don't know what happened, babe
I'm in the right place, my feet
You are now watching Channel 5
Won't you stay a while
Cop sirens in the background
Was lost but I’m back now
Just got 2 body’s they twin towers
Uncle Myers, we know that you are situated in Warrenton, Ikhutseng
-yeah yeah yeah
But, I think I speak for everyone when I say "we're also
Uncle Myers, we know that you are situated in Warrenton, Ikhutseng
-yeah yeah yeah
But, I think I speak for everyone when I say "we're also
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