Lyrics:
Yeah, they call me Mr. Lonely
You can see me but never know me
I got two friends, they're my homies
'Cause my left and my right are my only way to go
believe you ought to be
A bringin' up your little girl this way"
And it was signed by the secretary
Harper Valley PTA
Well, it happened that the PTA
the way it lies
I'm tired of sleepin' by myself
But you're too dumb to realize
I'm not tryin' to make you feel blue
I'm not satisfied with the way you
I remember waitin' by the curb with Mr. Murphy
When daddy picked me up from school his eyes were red
We drove to the hospital in a hurry
Where my
the time you gave us?
Oh, Mr. Man upstairs
I know you're tuning in up there, way up there
Would you care to answer my question?
Oh, the land of our
done by Mr. Zappa that I think are unfair to our country.
I think, from the beginning, to say that this is going to be balanced, when he has this
Don't start that talking
I could talk all night
My mind goes sleep walking
While I'm putting the world to right
Call careers information
Have you got
cruel
Sitting by the swimming pool
Trying to keep my head together
In that hot Australia weather
Three days to kill and my per diem's getting
things got quiet in the place, he walked up and cusses in the preacher's face! He hit that Reverend like a kick of a mule and to my way of thinkin' it took
Set myself upon his vapour trail
Through a black hole left ajar
By a man whose mind had set sail
Somewhere beyond the Milky Way
I found him where he
Uh, dear Mr. President
Whats happenin'?
I'm writin' you because, shit is still real fucked up in my neighborhood
Pretty much the same way, right
be a bringin' up
Your little girl this way
And it was signed by the
Secretary Harper Valley PTA
Well, it happened that the PTA was
Gonna meet that
Aye. Mr. Nice Guy. There's no more Mr. Nice Guy
Mr. Nice Guy. There's no more Mr. Nice Guy
This is like my new way to live my life by
They say they
and a pistol by his side, uh-huh.
Well he rode right up to Miss Mousey's door, uh-huh
He rode right up to Miss Mousey's door, uh-huh
He rode right up
still be married?
The history of the world, my pet
Oh, Mr. Todd
Oh, Mr. Todd
Leave it to me!
Is learn forgiveness
And try to forget
By
I'm driving through the night
I'm driving through the rain
The engine roars I'm on my way
Away from Mr. Pain
My eyes keep seeing what
My
the wrong way around, don't you?
Give me a shot of that bourbon in my bag
Will you?
Well, how about a real
A real what?
Shot and you'll be flying
Look,
This ball, Mr. Clean?"
I was scared to lose her
So I couldn't help bein' mean
And that ended both of our games
I said I was sorry
But my girl left
the paper, the news, every day I am
Ha, I don't know, it's just the way I am
Sometimes I just feel like my father
I hate to be bothered with all of this
the paper, the news, every day I am
Ha, I don't know, it's just the way I am
Sometimes I just feel like my father
I hate to be bothered with all of this
spell my way, I promise to go under it
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there ain't no place I'm going to
Hey, Mr
Lived a short haired butcher's boy
By the way of Ostergrad it comes in
Sentences poolararrowic Airport her father
Was in a long story cut short in
would walk by
I never tripped, bro, always kept my head up high
Eventually, I knew that I would find my way
After the darkest night, always comes
There once was a kid by the name of Dave
Who stayed in the mix and never ever obeyed
He paid no attention to the shit
That was taught to him
Always
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