Lyrics:
your kind of kitten.
Now the time has come to climb into that car and to shake the paw of destiny.
No... no... They Might Be Giants are not Satanists.
This song appears on four albums, and was first released on the Autograph Album, and has also been released on the Greatest Hits Vol 3, John Denver
ground
And they'll find our civilisation
Or what's left of it to be found
They'll find the weapons of destruction
But buried deeper in the hole
They
And I might be okay
But I'm not fine at all
Oh, oh, oh
'Cause there we are again on that little town street
You almost ran the red 'cause you were
Honah Lee
Puff the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autume mist
In a land called Honah Lee
Together they would travel
a mission to pass, I just might be the hope
Tobey Maguire got bit by a spider, but see, me, it was a goat
If you want space, I hope you take your helmet off
in a blanket, stranglin'
Him, hangin' him over the railing by the ankles on some gangster shit
Child endangerment, dark brain arcane, but it Mark
arrogance as the steam to power my dreams
I use it as my gas, so they say that I'm gassed
But without it I'd be last, so I ought to laugh
So I don't listen
This song appears on four albums, and was first released on the John Denver Album. It has also been released on the Country Classics, Reflections
promise me miracles, magic, and hope
But, somehow, it always turns out to be soap
And they might as well be Chim-Chiminey Cheree
(Those words all could
And expect them not to know what a woman's clitoris is
Of course they're gonna know what intercourse is
By the time they hit fourth grade
They've got
machine
Since 1964, the group had used four track for
All their album albums by but 1966
They found their musical arrangements usually
Required more tracks
the album dropped
White Lexus before I had a deal
Ask Bun B about me
This ain't no snap back, a nigga been trill
By the way, fuck your math
You ain't
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
You are but a phoenix among feathers
You're broken by the waves among the sea
They'll let you die, they'll let you wash away
But you swim as well
count the ever-present memory
Of his disappointed father but
The other shadow
Was a ship: the Battleship Ringo
Owned by music industry giant EMI
Before
somewhere near this town
They Might Be Giants got lost driving around
Driving around
Driving around
They're still driving around
And I might be okay
But I'm not fine at all
Oh, oh, oh
'Cause there we are again on that little town street
You almost ran the red 'cause you were
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
Come in here, dear boy, have a cigar, you're gonna go far
You're gonna fly, you're never gonna die
You're gonna make it if you try, they're gonna
greater struggles won by one
Oh my,
They tell me I might look like a fool
Oh no
Let me tell ya a little story that I learned in school!
Take five
to cross the street
Be careful who you're pushing round
They just might find you obsolete
Remember if you plan to stay
Those who give can take away.
their homage day and night
Every day I hear a lot of tired shopping feet
But come tonight they will be dancing in the neon lights
Dazzled by the crazy
And expect them not to know what a woman's clitoris is
Of course they're gonna know what intercourse is
By the time they hit fourth grade
They've got
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