Lyrics:
But a look from a mister will raise a fever blister
Oh, you can't get a man with a gun
The gals with umbrellas, ooh, are always out with fellers
In
games in it
Thirty thousand dollar Rolex with Wayne in it
Got a Benz and a truck, 20 on my feets
Plus a house by the beach that I barely see
Man, this
and every one of you straight to hell!
I want my man
Who's done me wrong!".
Johnnie, in panic, mounted the staircase,
Screamin', "Oh Frankie, don't
your number and go on home,
The doorway was there, which is by the phone!
I've told ya I love ya, now get out!
Baby, please leave me be,
You want
your number and go on home,
The doorway was there, which is by the phone!
I've told ya I love ya, now get out!
Baby, please leave me be,
You want
and every one of you straight to hell!
I want my man
Who's done me wrong!".
Johnnie, in panic, mounted the staircase,
Screamin', "Oh Frankie, don't
and every one of you straight to hell!
I want my man
Who's done me wrong!".
Johnnie, in panic, mounted the staircase,
Screamin', "Oh Frankie, don't
your number and go on home,
The doorway was there, which is by the phone!
I've told ya I love ya, now get out!
Baby, please leave me be,
You want
half-a-pint
Woman, an you will see me go
Now, my gal she done quit me
For somebody else
Now, my little gal she done quit me
For somebody else
Now, an'
a tip from me;
Get you a man who's a union man and join the ladies' auxiliary.
Married life ain't hard when you got a union card,
A union man has a happy
Got my hands on a little bit of dough
So I went to the grocery store
And got some steaks to go
Went by, and picked up my gal, Teddi Jo
We had
Where's that gal with the red dress on? Some folks called her Dinah
Stole my heart away from me, way down in Louisiana
Take me back to Tulsa, I'm
to Atlanta?
Can I hitch a ride with you, old man?
'Cause my gal lives in Dixieland
Santa don't bring me any toys
Just bring my baby and a bottle of joy
Maybe
a tip from me;
Get you a man who's a union man and join the ladies' auxiliary.
Married life ain't hard when you got a union card,
A union man has a happy
(Intro)
[Qilla Fang] Waaaaaah!
[Beenie Man] Zagga, This is Qilla Fang ‘long side Beenie Man (Laugh)
[Qilla Fang: Background] Ay, I’ma keep it real
prowl
man, you don't kno' what lonesome is,
'till you get to herdin' cows . . .
Do me Ah Ma doo, Do me Ah Ma day!
All alone . . . by myself!
Cowboy
Fools by any other name
Too proud to share the blame (be a model friend)
Too damn scared to bear the pain
Oh man, here I go again
Deep down we're all
my Remington.
But a look from a mister will raise a fever blister
Oh you can't get a man with a gun
The gals with umbrellas are always out with
Fools by any other name
Too proud to share the blame (be a model friend)
Too damn scared to bear the pain
Oh man, here I go again
Deep down we're all
It disgusts me to see the game the way that it looks
It's a must I redeem my name and haters get mushed
Bitches lust, man, they love me when I lay in
and dash it now yuh wash it so yuh crash it
she a tell yuh seh yuh crabbit gal
she a beg yuh and a bawl seh fi stop it
bad man plug in and mi a move off
So shine on, shine on, harvest moon
For me and my gal
Snow time ain't no time to
Stay outdoors and spoon
So shine on, shine on, harvest moon
For mе
and Sunday too
I go to see my Pearly Blue
Before you hear that rooster crow
You'll see me headed down the road
Now old man Flatt he owned the farm
From
close by your side
And I will guarantee that we'll have fun oh man alive
I was looking back to see...
Oh gee oh me perhaps you'd notice me if I wadn't
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