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Sold out to the block I got it back by this new weekend
I wanna spend the weekend spend the weekend got up wit yo hoe
She made her throat go
Dance (dance) dance (dance) dance (dance) yeah
When I feel put down I try to shake it off quick
With my chick by my side the radio does the trick
I
belong
Together Forever
I live for the weekend, baby
I live for the weekend, baby
If you're wondering what it's like to be me
I live for the weekend, baby
It was Labor Day weekend I was seventeen
I bought a Coke and some gasoline
And I drove out to the County Fair
When I saw her for the first time
A cop was shot in the head by a 10 year old kid named Buddah in
Central Park last week
The fathers are lined up by
the coffins by the Statue of Bigotry
She said we should be friends
Changed her mind and said my life should end
So she grabbed me by the balls
Next thing I knew I was sliding through
Headin' up to San Francisco
For the Labor Day weekend show
I've got my hush-puppies on
I guess I never was meant for
Glitter rock and roll
Real life, broken glass
Left them by the sea
Holding onto things
We don't really need
Our edges used to
Fit together perfectly
Why does something
hand
Marijuana plant gleam gold, you wouldn't understand
Light the biccy up it touch soul like it cooked by Sam
I heart you but you always want more,
Richard frost
By: jimmy buffett
Richard frost left alabama heading west to find his fame
Only got to oklahoma and that's where he changed his name
talking in your sleep and
Walking off the deep end
Drinking every weekend
I've been listening to my breathing
Swept up by a feeling
There's secrets
Every second's soaked in sadness
Every weekend is a war
And I'm drowning in the déjà vu
We've seen it all before
I don't wanna do this by
the feed lots, clerks in the markets
On weekends sellin' tobacco and beer
And his dreams of tomorrow, surrounded by fences
But he'll dream tonight of when
Puerto Rico is where she come from
She asked me do I love her that recorded song
By si si si si bunoes bonita.
You wanna ever be mine stay on hip
London is drowning
I live by the river
London calling to the imitation zone
Forget it, brother, you can go it alone
London calling to the zombies
Payday Friday and the weekend's here,
I've been workin' all week tryin' to pay for this gear
Gonna raise hell on Union Street
Thirteen guys
it came like that
If sex was football, I'd be a runningback
I can only get low and I never fumble
Make ya throw ya hands up when I break in the zone
it came like that
If sex was football, I'd be a runningback
I can only get low and I never fumble
Make ya throw ya hands up when I break in the zone
One time here we go (yes, yes one time, yes, yes)
I could tell when I stepped in the room
And I saw you standing there
Caught in a vibe by
Droves of growers rolling by
In the trees and way below
Simple factors foiling time
Never did we seem to know
She was high and I was low
Sitting
how to close it down
I though I was really living
I used to stay up late and sleep in all day long
Now it's bed by nine and wake up with the dawn
the weekend trippers
Have a nice sunny suite
For the guest to rest in
Now and then, you could do the guest in
By the sea
Married nice and proper
By
It's a big job just gettin' by with nine kids and a wife
But I've been a workin' man dang near all of my life
And I'll keep on workin' long as my
Oh, the coffee pot's perkin', soon dad leaves for workin'
Oh, it's Monday Lord, and we forgot you again
By Tuesday we're a-waitin and it's gettin'
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