Lyrics:
man ça gaze
La nuit, heure du jazz
Rex Stewart et le reste
Ont dans la trompette
Le bonheur du jour
Le disc jockey fou
Repasse "Kind Of Blue"
Bill
auf die Schädeldecke
Ich brauch' ein Büstenhalter
Für meine Tränensäcke
Lauf (lauf) um den Kotti
Drauf wie ein Jockey auf (auf) wie ein Sieb
Ich kann
the heat and freeze at night
And all the snow falls from the trees
Just like a jockey from a novice horse
My past, a mine field beneath me
There's
mysterious, pretend you're not curious
Started out peculiar, ended up notorious
That lady and her jockey said (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Mistook you for a friend
of deplorable rubbish imaginable
Mangled-up in tangled-up knots!
You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch!
With a nauseous super naus!
You're a crooked jerky jockey
rope
Any line from Naughty Girl weh mi quote
Pum pum run like Usain Bolt, gyal
Whine pon da jockey yah
Vibrate like a Nokia
Make sure you get da
a work of genius
No one has bought the rights yet but
We're not giving up
Every unwanted lawn jockey fits in the script
Directed by Spielberg
out a trouble
Deh yah a batter batter, him canoe him a paddle
Ride jockey ride although you nuh have no saddle
Because you nuh come yah fi diddle
of deplorable rubbish imaginable
Mangled-up in tangled-up knots!
You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch!
With a nauseous super naus!
You're a crooked jerky jockey
of deplorable rubbish imaginable
Mangled-up in tangled-up knots!
You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch!
With a nauseous super naus!
You're a crooked jerky jockey
jockeys
And I'm a servant to technology
CHORUS
In my Nissan, I put the Priest on
And I head out on the highway to Budokan
I'm metal basted and domo
light
In spite of all the crowds who call
Their hero, a goldfish jockey
Their hero remains Mr. Baby
Mr. Baby spills it by the ton
He wraps his
of deplorable rubbish imaginable
Mangled-up in tangled-up knots!
You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch!
With a nauseous super naus!
You're a crooked jerky jockey
There's a disc jockey in Hartlanberg
Who works at W.A.N.T.
He puts two or three eggs in him
And he's in your car by 6.00 am
He lives for
Hay má' coso' que comprar
Por ahí viene la escase', de estar pela'o me cansé
El Jockey dijo: "Coronamo', facilito lo' pasé"
Me presento siempre
J'écoutais le disc-jockey
Dans la voiture qui me traînait
Sur la route de Memphis
Sur la route de Memphis
Et la radio me vantait
Un truc
it get sloppy
'Cause I got a stroke give her hope
And I bet he can't copy
Was cold on that field, was a jockey
But I had been jumped in that
Field
imaginable
Mangled up in tangled up knots
You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch
With a nauseous super-naus
You're a crooked jerky jockey
And you drive a crooked
on
Something to rest my faith upon
All-night jockey
Come and save me
From the quiet
So put the needle on the number
And tune to the crash of tiny thunder
of deplorable rubbish imaginable
Mangled-up in tangled-up knots!
You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch!
With a nauseous super naus!
You're a crooked jerky jockey
that hill was an impressive feat
To think of all the demons you had to jockey
Just to see that boulder bounding!
Double dead - the first time was
of deplorable rubbish imaginable
Mangled-up in tangled-up knots!
You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch!
With a nauseous super naus!
You're a crooked jerky jockey
of deplorable rubbish imaginable
Mangled-up in tangled-up knots!
You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch!
With a nauseous super naus!
You're a crooked jerky jockey
Tells me no one else could be as good as me.
I listen to them all, I was a disc jockey to consequences
Little propagandist selling misery
I built
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