Lyrics:
This block's getting worse by the hour!
You can't even go to a club with a friend
Without having somebody shove you!
Ay, por favor
Vanessa, don't
with his clipped rounded vowels
And his penchant for Yves St Laurent
And for accidentally placing his hand on his best friend's leg
Again
The pack lads
Sermon, one of god's children of billions
With more hype than Williams
Maintain millions so when the world get close to ending
My squad prepare for squad
Here's the story of how we became friends
We met on the day that the world would end
Attacks first started in West Berlin
Uh oh, uh, oh tonight
Wouldn't you believe it, Dogg like a retriever
I went up in this big fat bitch named Treva
She had a best friend with titties named Vanessa
She told me
Dogg like a retriever
I went up in this big fat bitch named Treva
She had a best friend with titties named Vanessa
She told me to undress her, yessir
The Ballad Of John Williams
In the hot summertime
Of 1839
the crew slipped a boat into the ocean
John Williams and his friend
Two missionary men
lays here
And all my friends, when they drop by
Can drop a quarter down
And hear robert johnson's cry
A flood of memories
Come wave by wave
Sometimes I think about it
And my poor heart wants to die about it
Woooooo about the sweet sweet love I lost
And the way I got double crossed
By
Well my friends are gone and my hair is grey
I ache in the places where I used to play
And I'm crazy for love but I'm not coming on
I'm just
a visit I pay - and does it pay!"
And his friend, Liquid Len by name,
Of Wine, Women and Wandsworth fame,
Said "I'm breaking the legs of the bastard that
you need to run and go get your frigity-friends
I'm looking at your bum-stickity-bum, hun
The mickity mack's bickity back, don't act wickity-wack
of town game
Nowhere to go to but down down down
Nothing but the ground left for you to fall to
By july, you'd made a whole bunch of brand new friends
Tom Williams was finally laid to rest
By his friends, family, and former comrades
On the nineteenth of January
In the year 2000
And now lies at peace in
best friend on William Street
Was it concrete when you sat on the taxi car seat
When you got to your new suite, did you feel self-conceit
Six months gone
in Country Music Heaven
Oh What a beautiful sight
He introduced me to Hank Williams and we saw Elvis
And then he showed me the Hall Of Fame
With all
Friend
And I know that Thou art with me,
Wilt be with me to the end.
by Louisa Stead & William J. Kirkpatrick
Public Domain
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Oh, Oh, Oh
I done lost some friends by the way
I done bought a new Benz by the way
By the way, by the way
Bagged some pretty baddies
their last Hank William’s song
And we waved goodbye to our friends
Hey, Diddle Diddle
Hey, hey hey, Diddle Diddle
was no friend
Threatened by his letters full sore against his will
Untested in battle the summons to fulfill
Flickering campfires not so distant
take him away
I went to see my friend Jim
Getting high behind the Church of Christ
Listening to cicadas and radio static
A Hank Williams on the lost
Joe Hill come over from Sweden shores
Looking for some work to do
And the Statue of Liberty waved him by
As Joe come a sailing through, Joe Hill
called Paradise near the ancient highway
When the train whistle blows
All the sadness that Hank Williams knows
And the river flows
Call them pagan streams
till they ris' it
For Larry was always the lad
When a boy was condemned to the Squeezer
Would fence all the duds that he had
For to help his poor friend
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