Lyrics:
Of a magazine
Some day (some day)
I'd like (I?d like)
To take a walk with you
Maybe ride our bikes down by the sea side
Meg White
I saw you on the big
Kidnap Mr. Sandy Claws?
I wanna do it
Let's draw straws
Jack said, "we should work together"
Three of a kind, birds of a feather
Now
Kidnap Mr. Sandy Claws?
I wanna do it
Let's draw straws
Jack said, "we should work together"
Three of a kind, birds of a feather
Now
Up and down the puppies' hair
Fleas and ticks jump everywhere
'Cause of original sin
Down the hill, fell Jack and Hill
And you came tumbling
The old maid's a waitin' for leap year to come
The crooner's just waitin' to sing
The old cow's standin' by the Bull Durham sign
Just waitin' for
I heard, I heard a sound a poundin' music and I knew all what that I need
The kind that grabs ya by your shirt collar shakes you up like AC/DC
It's
They call Moma Rita and my Daddy Jack,
My little baby brother on the floor that's Mac,
Rhett and Lynn are the family twins,
Big brother Eddie's
big blue eyes that light up like the stars
And the way to light them up is to buy him candy bars
Cracker jacks and bubble gum will start his day off
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me before I sell my soul
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me
a little girly oh
Bimbo, is a little boy
Who's got a million friends
And every time he passes by
They all invite him in
He'll clap his hands
And sing
Bizzy Bone (Chorus):
Stalkin gat-foo's, walkin' jack moves,
Ready to pap you if we have to, daily,
Stalkin gat-foo's, walkin' jack moves,
Ready
is Jack
little baby brother on the floor is Matt
Green and Lynn are the family twins
Big brother Ed's on the bayou fishing
On the river floats
to the swamp
Dock your boat, we'll do the hillbilly stomp
Do it, hi-ho
We'll do the hillbilly stomp, hi-ho, haha
I like stuckies, truckers and big mesh hats
I
of a river bed A house
boat tied to a big tall tree A home for my poppa and
my momma and me The clock strikes three Poppa jumps
to his fee Already Moma's
a little girly oh
Bimbo, is a little boy
Who's got a million friends
And every time he passes by
They all invite him in
He'll clap his hands
And sing
served us
Oh why did fools had to let loose
Heard six pops from a deuce deuce
Big Tom had to push us
13 niggas runnin' straight to the bushes
For
O.T.K. only the klan , 4evernono
Fuck
Look into my eyes...
Your soul is stained by the blood of the innocents
Feel their pain
Rockstar life, dis not
of the lake
Some jump
I got sunk, baptized on credit
Fishin' down on th' muddy bank
Felt a pull an' give a big yank
I holed out three old rubber boots
A Ford
of the lake
Some jump
I got sunk, baptized on credit
Fishin' down on th' muddy bank
Felt a pull an' give a big yank
I holed out three old rubber boots
After defying the grip of the hangman's noose
And recovering my cognisance
Spun a compass north by northwest
And took levity out for a long slow
Jumping Jack Flash it's a gas gas gas
I was raised by a toothless bearded hag
I was schooled with a strap right across my back
But it's alright now in
They call my Mama Rita and my Daddy's Jack
A little baby brother on the floor, that's Mac
Big brother Ed's on the bayou fishin'
Fram and Malene are
And you betta put a low jack on yo ho mane
I just call her boo
I don't know her whole name
Keep it on the low mane
All we eat is lo mien
Came from
as a legend
Jack-a
Jack-a
If you never touch a racket once again
You will still love by millions of children
Who will tell their friends?
How they take you
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