Lyrics:
of things to say are held in high regard
A car crash is not an art
Someday you'll see
These arts-and-crafts-type politicians
With their barrel up
You may travel very far in a psychedelic car
Mental mushrooms growing mold, clog your life as it unfolds
Ssydarthurr! Ssydarthurr!
And deep
And shes on fire!
I love that back, I dont front, but what I want is for my girl
is to be more than a badonkadonk.
(So honk your horn!) So long
Come on,
happened just back at the start
i don't wanna be famous
and blow my horn like miles davis
suck here on my dick
and then tell me im the greatest
all them
coming to town
Santa Claus is coming to town
Santa Claus is coming to town
With little tin horns and little toy drums
Rooty toot toots and rummy tum
loved so well
In the early morning the shirt-factory horn
Called women from Craigeen
The Moor and the Bog
While the men on the dole
Played the mother's
Uh, woo, yo, yo, yo uh, uh
Bitch blowin', like a horn (Blowin')
Big stick, big filled up with corn (Okay)
I'll make your mum wish you was never born
scind the
City on shorely breaking down doors
Swinging oars at support beams
Throwing horns up, jumping on parked cars
Fork out, support team looking like
like Shrek
(Green like Shrek)
Hop out the car with a oder
Shit smell like a ogre (Shit stink)
For the bags, just meet me at Krogers
(Just meet me at)
My
pussy
With my pace I wish you will endure like nobody did
Oh, damn
She a savage
Pull on her horns like she was the villain
And we fucking and banging
to go
So I rode that bicycle home
Thumbs up, daddy honkin' on the horn
I got my first job workin' on a dairy farm
Drivin' tractor and bailin' hay
Claus is coming to town
Santa Claus is coming to town
Little tin horns, little toy drums
Rooty toot toots and rummy tum tums
Curly head dolls that
You better watch out cause here I come
You better not cry
You better not pout
Little tin horns
Little toy drums
Rudy-toot-toot
And rummy tum
In your slate grey suit and black
Brogue shoes little horn rimmed glasses
You've got nothing to lose. But it's just
Like a curse when you're
to wake up?
You got it good like hot sex after the break up
Your four car garage it's just more space to take up
You even bought your mom a new whip
épreuve
Car elle me laissa toute latitude
Pour une longitude de 69
Elle me dit "T'es un drôle de trimaran
Depuis que tu me défrises le goémon
J'ai
to wake up?
You got it good like hot sex after the break up
Your four car garage it's just more space to take up
You even bought your mom a new whip
to wake up?
You got it good like hot sex after the break up
Your four car garage it's just more space to take up
You even bought your mom a new whip
stoped the car i seen a hina walking sola she got near the ramfla and she was looking kinda buena, Como te llamas?, she said Elena.
Le dije mi nombre
We got Tennessee moonshine, chicken, and beer
The band's in the barn, and the gang's all here
Just park your car down by the corn
If you're
burning greedy red the horns began
To blow "three cheers for jericho"
the first evacuee I was headed
For the sea ,I saw them the roadside refugees
The boys
ways
In the town I loved so well
In the early morning the shirt factory horn
Called women from Creggan, the moor, and the bog
While the men
telling you why
Santa Claus is coming to town
With little tin horns and little toy drums
Rudy-toot-toot and rummy tum tums
Santa Claus is coming
Sue, may I check another bag?
Is the dining car open all night?
Sue-
Ladies, ladies, ladies!
Ladies, listen to me
For in Sue you must trust
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