Lyrics:
Why'd you pass the bum on the street?
Why'd you pass the bum on the street?
Why'd you pass the bum on the street?
Why'd you pass the bum
(Hey!) don't sit and ponder
'Cause we come with no bloops no blunders
We keep it fat like Attila the Hun-a
Latin ladies by like ay caramba
We caliente
in my bag
Bum-biti-bum-biti-bum-biti-bum
Bum-biti-bum-biti-bum-biti-bum
Mom, I'm feelin' new, my hate for you is through
The things that we went
I wanna be loved by you, just you
And nobody else but you
I wanna be loved by you, alone
Boop-boop-a-doop!
I wanna be kissed by you, just you
Leave a messenger to find him, as we speak the traffic thickens like a =
Virus. Dead bum, dead bum, just another dead bum, dead bum, dead bum, =
Did I
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
That's what's
Benzedrine
There's a boy just down below me, who's the son of some well-known
He was brought in by his mother, 'cause his daddy's always gone
There's a bum
deploy, 'ploy (uh, yo)
Bum-diggy-bum, bum-diggy-bum-bay
Hands in the air, or I'll shoot it sideways
Bum-diggy-bum, bum-diggy-bum-bay
How many times I
And it's full of shit.
Bum bum bum bum, bum bum bum bum.
Bum bum bum bum.
Bluetac and cella-tape, that's been hit by a truck
One chop-stick, an ash-tray
rose and have a tweakin speakin
Puerto Rican the powerful machine gun stun
Ba-bum-bum-bum-bum-bum, ambulence, lights bright
Paramedics fetish
Strictly by the pound
Adjust accordingly
100 million years old
Transcendent creature
No bones about it
Hot bottom feeder
Don't bother with
want to us)
(And that we won't retaliate?)
Protect my motherfuckin' self, by any means necessary (right)
'Cause you don't know me, I don't know you
Whisky wino rum
Wszystkim byś się struł
Nie ma to jak zimna czysta
Prosto do kieliszka
Whisky wino rum
Wybór to jest twój
Dobry balet na parkiecie
Whisky wino rum
Wszystkim byś się struł
Nie ma to jak zimna czysta
Prosto do kieliszka
Whisky wino rum
Wybór to jest twój
Dobry balet na parkiecie
Whisky wino rum
Whisky wino rum
Wszystkim byś się struł
Nie ma to jak zimna czysta
Prosto do kieliszka
Whisky wino rum
Wybór to jest twój
Dobry
was the sad one
And always wanted to live like this or that one
Chorus
A ghetto bastard, born next to the projects
Livin' in the slums with bums I
przed Tobą klęknę
Dotykać chcę Twych stóp
By całą Ciebie czuć
Bum tarara jest we mnie jeszcze para
Tylko bum tarara ja z Tobą tańczyć chcę
Bum tarara
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.
prawdziwa Pani
Bum tarara bum barman leje rum
Znów się będzie działo znowu nocy mało
Bum tarara bum zrobimy niezły szum
Znów się będzie działo pokażesz mi
Yeah! You got more trouble
Than you can handle, honey!
What the fuck are you gonna do?
How are you gonna scrape on by?
I do believe that there are
to make you
Look out little girl, little girl, little girl look out
If you're hiding and I'm hiding
From some bum that wants to get you
Look out
the letters yeah, I'll learn to keep it down
'Cause to lift the weight you anchored to my ankles
I gotta call it by its name
And float away
Bum bum bum
Bum ba
listened
Got the shine on the chrome even in the dark it glisten
Bum Boy a bum you can call that given I creep in the alleys let me catch you slipping
I'm
Well it was just two years ago,
I met a girl in San Fransisco
Took her by the hand and I trapped her love.
And it was then that I could see.
Just
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