Lyrics:
the guy could that give you the most
It's good, good, good,
It's understood
Buddy, buddy, buddy
I know why you wander
Through the sweetness on the ground
Well, these are just a bunch of guys from Detroit
Name of Bohannon
They can play the music straight
But they thought they'd double clutch it for
it wrong but still it ended right
My buddy walked her home and got a kiss and held her tight
So you can bet he'll be at Papa Joe's tomorrow night
in the back with their heads on the floor
Surrounded by their buddies, they're all hollerin' for more
Whoa, whoa, whoa
It's Mr. B's ballroom
a mile from Tucson
By the morning light
One man gone and another to go
My old buddy you're moving much too slow
We can share the women, we can share
a mile from Tucson
By the morning light
One man gone and another to go
My old buddy you're moving much too slow
We can share the women, we can share
Just drop by my place on your way home
Let's go get stoned
It ain't no harm
You're takin just a taste
But don't blow your cool
And start messing
the same old strip
I gotta find a new place
Where the kids are hip
My buddies and me are getting real well known
Yeah, the bad guys know us
And they leave us
Left field bleachers by the guy with the drum beat
Swing batta batta
Atta boy!
Strike 'em out
It's a bunt
Make a move
That's what I'm talking about
Come
want my money
I really don't care, no
Said, baby, you're driving me crazy
Laid it out on the line
When a guy with a chip on his shoulder said
Toss
and Barbasol
Call it dumb
Call it clever
But you can get odds forever
That the guy's only doin' it for some doll
Some doll
Some doll
The guy's only
easy
I'm up in the gulley, that's when I am her Buddy
She told me pull her hair, I did, it drove her nutty
Filled up the hole like spackle or I mean
I wanted to give all of my fans something extra
Because this album was so special to me
And it came so effortlessly
After I finished the film
You betcha, it gets me
And every time I hold her hand
I'm just too shy to say the things I plan
Every time she's close to me
My heart is filled
felt I can't recall
Was I jumping from the rafters
When my buddies broke my fall?
By the end of the night
Will we be flying or crying
Talkin' 'bout
crying girl will end
And you'll find once again
Two hearts are better than one
Two hearts girl get the job done
Two hearts are better than one
"I wanna score goals"
The coach said, "Buddy, remember your role
The fast guys get paid, they shoot, they score
Protect them, Buddy, that's what
might be straight
She might want my money
I really don't care, no
Said, baby, you're driving me crazy
Laid it out on the line
When a guy with
crying girl will end
And you'll find once again
Two hearts are better than one
Two hearts girl get the job done
Two hearts are better than one
it walk on by
When it comes to me and Jenny
I seem (very serious) like a Peek Freen
Buddy is the act that occurs on the lip
When Jenny and Jimmy
and Barbasol
Call it dumb
Call it clever
But you can get odds forever
That the guy's only doin' it for some doll
Some doll
Some doll
The guy's only
and fools
And phoney saint saviours
Fame's pick me up gets drowned in
Pop's twinkle and dreams torn at the seams
It can leave you with nothing left at all
it walk on by
When it comes to me and Jenny
I seem (very serious) like a Peek Freen
Buddy is the act that occurs on the lip
When Jenny and Jimmy
him
There goes the guy with the funky sound
The Beastie Boys you know we come to get down
Because I've got the flow where I grab my dick
And say oh
Discuss these by as it gets album buddy guy Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In