Lyrics:
don't do that in my music, man, I'm tired of you saying that!
We've got white-collar people trying to grab our style
Saying we're too nasty and we're
where I want to be
(Gimme gimme, gimme gimme)
Livin' in Beverly Hills
Beverly Hills
Rollin' like a celebrity
(Gimme gimme, gimme gimme)
Livin' in
If tomorrow all the things were gone
I'd worked for all my life
And I had to start again
With just my family by my side
I'd thank my lucky stars,
white walls spinnin'
Pretty pink carpet on the floor
No lock on the door
Help yourself to the Tito's in the pretty kitchen
It's pretty bitchin'
It's
And makes out the checks.
Then came one great day when
Harvey took the elevator,
Sheila got in two floors later,
Soon they both felt they were falling,
Watch them go
Go wild in the street
Every kid in the u.s.a.
Is comin' out to play
It's American as apple pie
Livin' hard, riding high
Feelin'
Butt-naked in the livin' room, look like Reese Witherspoon (Real fine classic bitch)
What's up? I'm bumping Dean Martin Christmas tunes
Every time I open up
who hurt us in Germany
We haven't played since yesterday
There's just ten more shows and one week to go
We'd all like to go
[Chorus]
Great
Restaurant, there's a picture hanging there
Of a petrified Italian with escargot in his hair
And there's a big, white horse rug lying by the door
And I'm
Once there was a mountain man who couldn't write his name
Yet he deserves the front row seat in History's Hall of Fame
He forgot more about
on their pizza pie
They've got a cooler full of cold Coronas and Amstel light
It's like were all livin' in a big ol' cup
Just fire up the blender, mix
home
Oh momma's disappointed waiting by the phone
Yeah!
Hanging out with Sid yet again in the USA
Sidney Sidney in the USA
Same fucking
the fabric of a thousand years of livin'
Get Out! Get Out!
Burning down old glory while we jump around and shout:
Get Out! Get Out!
Bringing down the USA is
livin' in the USA
Tap it baby, alright
All right
all so happy there together
In our peaceful little mountain home
But the Savior needs angels up in heaven
Now they sing around the great white throne
And makes out the checks.
Then came one great day when
Harvey took the elevator,
Sheila got in two floors later,
Soon they both felt they were falling,
settin' his traps catchin' anything he can
Gotta make a livin' he's a Louisiana man gotta make a livin' he's a Louisiana man
Muskart hides hanging by
on they're pizza pie
They've got a cooler full of cold Coronas and Amstel Light
It's like were all livin' in a big ol' cup
Just fire up the blender, mix it
she dreamin' in color and livin' in black and white
[Chorus]
Dreamin' in color livin' in stone cold black and white
Sittin' a grey day leanin'
He was a big wave surfer
Livin' down by Waimea Bay
We had a few friends
Never thought it would end
I remember an all white
Day with 8-story waves
He
Oooo.....
Take a little bit of white man
Wrap him up in black skin
Then you add a touch of blue blood
And a little bitty bit of red indian boy
Ooh,
Can't you see we livin' in a war zone?
Guess you don't notice when you livin' in it
Like every weekend it's a man down
Ain't got no pity for
brews
You want to know where I have been
Just look at my hands
Yeah, I've driven by the White House,
Spent some time in jail.
Momma cried but she
Once there was a mountain man who couldn't write his name
Yet he deserves the front row seat in History's Hall of Fame
He forgot more about
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