Lyrics:
Here we've got Avatar in the house
We've got Tom in the house
We've got Evan somewhere
We've got Lucas playing the bass I think
Wait no that's Tom
You go out to the bar after you get paid
You see the little surfer girl with eyes of jade
Then you see a foxy lady standin' by her side
Pick up
'cause the beer that they was serving here was only tap
I'm bitin', I fight dirty, you might get kicked in the nuts
You're frightened like, "This guy
our home was blessed
When daddy'd say mama sing a song
Sister left home first I guess then Bob and Tommy and Dan
By then dad's hair was turning grey
Well they heard some sounds in the songs we wrote
Welcome back by paying you note for note
Been a long time playin' that rock and roll
Not a thing's
girls, come on over boys
Come on down to our place and play some rock and roll
Yeah, Rock and Roll
Billie Bob's a sour boy
His look will knock you down
you ought to know
There's a guy in my block, he lives for rock
He plays records day and night
And when he feels down, he puts some rock 'n' roll
Snoopy tried to rock on the microphone
But Tom & Jerry both said he should leave it alone
Then I hung out with Mickey Mouse
He had two freaks, so we
're thinking
You're feelin' like a lucky guy
I was the same way
'Cause she was hard to come by
I was on her so hard
That I almost lost the pussy
Go head,
Scott LaRock is for now the main topic
Not looking at his cuts or cash flow of the pocket
You may not realize it or you may not know
But, uh (He
have called that show
Little Kosher House on the Prairie!
We got Jerry Lewis,
Ben Stiller, and Jack Black,
Tom Arnold converted to Judaism,
but you guys
Words and music by Tom T. Hall
From Real - The Tom T. Hall Project
Originally by Tom T. Hall
Have you read any good telephone books lately?
If you
about to mutilate
Last year before I left I told you to wait
But you couldn't stay loyal started goin astray
Thinking Tom, Dick, and Harry can mess
yeah, yeah, ah)
High like the moon, rock with me, baby (uh, uh, uh)
Know that I got that heat
Let me show you 'cause talk is cheap (yeah, yeah)
Side
I wanna go
I wanna be a part of something I don't know
And if you try to hold me back I might explode
Baby, by now you should know
I can't be
're the one they adore
Who they came to see (who they came to see)
You're a rock star (baby, yeah)
Everybody wants you (everybody wants you)
Player, who can
world's an ugly place, but you're so beautiful to Travis
Hey Mark
Hey, if you guys are anything like me, you like to dress up
In your mother's
(come on, come on, come on)
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from
In New York (ayy, ah-ha) (uh, yeah)
Concrete jungle (yeah) where dreams
Words and music by Bob Hartman
Based on Luke 19:40, Psalm 69:34, 148:9
Somebody's gonna praise His name
Somebody's gonna call Him Lord
It'll either
got little shortie if it ain't great sex
Pull up in LA and we writing checks
Gonna be a star, and you know i'm next
Living rock' star' life
And im
rocked a vicious rhyme
Like I never did before
She said "damn fly guy I'm in love with you"
The Casanova legend must have been true
I said by the way baby
I'm old Tom Moore from the bummer's shore in that good old golden days
They call me a bummer and a gin shot too, but what cares I for praise ?
I
of nigga
A new type of nigga
A sell out surrounded by wealth
You should have been one of the greats
Now you just sound like everyone else
Hello?
If you claim to have a little problem
Well, Scott LaRock knows just how to solve em
If you're a guy a nine'll do the trick
But if you
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