Lyrics:
Tyłeczki to co jara nas bum bum bum bum bum
To napierdala bass bass a ja jaram się jak las
Mam na sobie mistrzowski pas pas patrzy się na mnie cały
Bum bum tara tara bum bum tara tara
Na pierwszym miejscu Bóg na pierwszym miejscu wiara
Bum bum tara tara bum bum tara tara
Bóg jest kocha działa
played
Waitin' for the Alabama sun to go down
Two red dirt girls in a red dirt town
Me and Lillian
Just across the line
And a little southeast
He never called me by my name just hillbilly
My grandpa taught me how to live off the land
And his taught him to be a business man
He used to send
old gray mules
The farm grew to be a money maker
And the house he lived in
Grew up room by room
The boy worked hard
But soon got tired of farmin'
Than, filled with desire
To make you my own
Bup-bum, butle-doodle-dumb-bum
I wanna be loved by you, just you
Nobody else but you
I wanna be loved
it's passed that, we exit
We just stare at memes, laugh, and we hit the next one
And our self esteem is so messed up and threatened
By other people's
Bum bum bum bum, bum bum bum bum
Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way
Oh, what fun it is to ride in a one-horse open sleigh, hey
Bum bum bum bum, bum bum bum bum
Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way
Oh, what fun it is to ride in a one-horse open sleigh, hey
Głośna rakieta bzdur
By temat mogły mieć
Żałosne prostaki
Bum Bum
Rakieta Bum
Woły chcą słyszeć że
Bum Bum
Rakieta Bum
Ludzie to gady złe
Bum Bum
Rakieta
Alabama rain makes my heart remain
Inspired by your soothing melodies
Desired by the way that you caress me
Renewed to who I'm suppose to be
Alabama rain
through your hair
My fingers hover 'bove your number
Always looking at my phone
Try to keep my emotions undercover
Whenever I walk by your home
Bum bum
Leaves for Alabam' i'll be right there
I've got my fare
When I see that rusty haired conductor man
I'll grab him by the collar and I'll holler
"Alabam'!
(Shoo da da da da da bum bum bum bum)
(Shoo da da da da da bum bum bum bum)
Rest your head in my lap, little darling
Don't you worry 'bout a thing
He never called me by my name just hillbilly
My grandpa taught me how to live off the land
And his taught him to be a business man
He used to send
What's happenin' all over?
I'll tell ya what's happenin' all over.
Guy sittin' home by a television set
Who once used to be something of a rover.
Wátina. Sítina. Dimuretina tuma lugunena mua
Máhati ayudante lanügünina
Walking alone by the roadside
Covered in dust
Cars speeding by
Nobody
I just left Hollywood, California
Our countries have become sewers
Not only Hollywood
There's San Francisco and New York and other cities
But by
passant
Ben on la flota vec do van
All I'm trying to say is I'm
Never far away from
Alabama frame of mind
Jubilation risin' on the bayou
Celebration
been kissed
Never been kissed by a lady called Amy
You're far out, you're fab and insane
A woman of the world, it's quite plain
My dad told me Amy's
words in a smile to everyone you meet all along
Can multiply with each passin' by and we all sing a happy song
Well it's a sad ol' world that we're
rides"
Just a little lake 'cross the Alabama line
But I was king of the ocean
When daddy let me drive
Just an old half ton, short bed Ford
My uncle
da dum bum bum bum
Ba da dum bum bum bum
Ba da dum bum bum bum
Ba da dum bum bum bum
Know you're all fine just understand it
By giving it time you're
I just heard the sad song by another band sung by another man he gave me the once over twice I said when he said okay so long he hung me with
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