Lyrics:
skin
My beard grew down to the floor and out through the doors
Of your eyes, begonia skies like a sleepyhead, sleepyhead
stares at him with his beard unshaved
Wonders at his powers of staying awake
He whispers slowly "you did just fine"
They shared the driving all
he is the (super)
Look like a black Wookie when he let his beard grow
Weirdo, brown skin'ded always kept his hair low
Rumors has it it's a S-Curl
should retire
One was oddball, rocking a sunroof
A gas guzzler, in his grill was one tooth
A strong Accent and a beard like Lincoln
Who hated the Golf
beards
And to their minds a sharpened axe
Is brushed upon the Uralic syntax's
Love of hate acts as an axis
Love of hate acts as an axis
First it
from operation
And I can't grow a beard, that one's not Ironic, that one's just sad
Bob Barker got all of my pets pregnant
My grandpa had
type
Never learned to swim can`t grow a beard or even fight
I lied about being the outdoor type
a beard or a sword
Dear good all seeing being
My way or the highway Yahweh
The blue balled anti-masturbator
The great all-loving faggot hater
I'd like
and lonely
Hidden by my billygoat beard and cardboard monstrosity
I drink a bad glass of gumption
Not bad meaning bad, but bad meaning disgusting
Wildchild
And my chum will be deaf and dumb
With a big hairy beard
Wild as the wolves where he was reared
And we could both be rivers
Running into what we'll
be the asian Craig David
And I bet that just had you in tears
Wasn't that the reason you ended up shaving your beard?
I guess you couldn't take
holding an empty book of matches
Maybe I'll sit until the spilling motors clear
Maybe I'll sit and stroke my billie goat beard
And rethink the time angels
gonna have a beard
The preacher needs some money to
Absolve you from your sins
There's heart , if you've win
To be all that you can be, turn off your TV
life boy, that is good milk!
You ever eat a Lean Cuisine? Good Lord
I've seen more food in Charlie
Daniels' beard for God's sake
Gotta go on three diets
This old goat with beard of grey
He turns his leather gripped cane
Those times you clapped and called for quiet
They've come to hold you, ain't
a marching band
Swim across the ocean in a concrete suit
Trying to grow a beard but still look cute
Whoo Hoo! [x8]
On and on the world spins round, It
a beard, start a family
Or I could just keep on moving on, moving on, moving on, moving on
And not stop 'til I get to Normal.
[Chorus]
I want to live
dylan's beard
And I share with my friends a couple of beers
In the atlanta streets
In the belly of the beast
niggas got to pitch on the street
It's Young Freezer the bar spitter the big beard
From the city of brotherly hate where we bear eagles
The desert kind
This old goat with beard of grey
He turns his leather gripped cane
Those times you clapped and called for quiet
They've come to hold you, ain't
did I decide to grow this beard and gut?
Well, I may be white but I don't like my people much
But I want to raise with you and watch our younglings
young
My cellular rung
Switch it off, yo
Hit me on the pager
A real teenager, with a fake beard
Battin' in the majors
That's how we roll
And when
type
Never learned to swim can't grow a beard or even fight
I lied about being the outdoor type
I got rice cooking in the microwave
I got a three day beard I don't plan to shave
It's a goofy thing but I just gotta say, hey,
I'm doing alright
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