Lyrics:
I got no truck with your woman
Always comin' over when I ain't home
You hand a buck to me baby
Tried your luck, you tried to get in my song, yeah
My neighbor Carl, he lives next door
Pink flamingos on his porch
At night he teaches driving school
And he sits out by his plastic pool
He takes off
through with me, let me know your mind
Woah-oh, what I want to know, is are you kind?
It's a buck dancer's choice my friend better take my advice
You
Sea
But she cut right back through Tennessee
Well, the settlers come by raft
And boat bringin' everything that could stay a float
But like a loco horse
How'd'ya like a mansion in Manhattan
And a cosy cottage by the sea?
How'd'ya like to dress in silk and satin?
Baby, have a little dream on me
How'd
Certified quality
A dat da girl dem need and dem, not stop cry without apology
Buck dem da right way, dat my policy
Sean Paul alongside, now hear
He wore a malo and a coconut hat
One was for this and the other for that
All the people shouted as he went by
He was the cockeyed mayor
to go
Keep on rolling, my old buddy
You're moving much too slow
I just jumped the watchman
Right outside the fence
Took his ring, four bucks in
wit ya mental, praises been due
Thanks praise what I've been to, it's real
Sign by the 'Ville, dude without a deal
With God I'm survivin', it's
toast
And pickled spines of porcupines
And then a great big roast
And dragon's flesh, quite old, not fresh
It costs a buck at most
It comes to you in
I met her in Atlanta she was a dancing in a cafe
With a price tag on her body and a tombstone in her eye
You could tell she was not happy by
rough brother,
Word to my grandmother.
I buck you in the head just to let ya know.
Stick you for ya dough, spit on the flo',
Drag it out of ya, bring
to go
Keep on rolling, my old buddy
You're moving much too slow
I just jumped the watchman
Right outside the fence
Took his ring, four bucks in
and unwind
Whenever I turn my boombox on
Welcome to my world
Back when Martin was the shit and rocking
Bottles of Saint Ides
K was like nah, a young buck
Buck Owens)
I've got a tiger by the tail it's plain to see
I won't be much when you get through with me
Well, I'm losing weight and turning mighty pale
through with me, let me know your mind
Woah-oh, what I want to know, is are you kind?
It's a buck dancer's choice my friend better take my advice
You
pony and a Navajo
Who used to bake frijoles in cornmeal dough
For the people passing by
They thought that they would make some easy bucks
By
street and quick buck and true lies
Smile's as sad as those dusky blue skies
A silver plate of pearls my golden child
It's all yours at least for
twisted sideways
And I'm the head honcho, sport golden tonsils
Inventing new styles all the time like pronto
Four by four, runnin' over suckers like
watching him watching me watching.
Stares.
Stares.
At the cocktail party with a Bucks Fizz in my hand
I feel him watching me watching the girls go by
to the guys I had to hide
Sorry to the girls I had to lie to
Who ain't need to know if I was by the lake switchin' tides, too
Anyway, I don't wanna talk
to get there before you die
You don't get there
By playing from the rule book
You stack the ages
You load the dice
Mother dear
Oh, we know
Listen up
Check
Distracted by those false words (false words)
They're a-comin', it's comin' up after your soul
Poppin' it up and running fast through
and tailgating, it's all up in the moonlight
And by the way, it's pay day
Live it up for the weekend
Pour it up, have the time of your life
Take a shot for
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