Lyrics:
and watch him
I, I swear he does something
Get up because
It's the season
Get up get up
Bum bum bum bum bum
Bum bum bum bum bum bum
It's the season
Hobo Bill-why
Riding on that eastbound freight train speeding through the night
Hobo Bill a railroad bum was fighting for his life
The sadness
The bartender's working on a late night shift
Cheap bums and blondes and barmaids on a midnight drift.
And the dance band's playing the same old
Okay, alright, so now we do our outro
Thank you Birkenstock for sponsoring us
Thank you Birkenstock
Even though we're not sponsored by Birkenstock
mud.
I'll tell you Paul Revere,
Now this is no bum steer,
It's from a handicapper that's real sincere.
This guy says the horse shows class,
Can do,
guitar bum whose name I never knew
Old School Nashville, Harlan Howard, Bob McDill
Tom T Hall go drink your fill and blow us all away
There was this
off
And maybe it's the weed
But you never got me off
Caught in your emerald eyes
Candy with lemon and lime
Down by the fire light
Kissing with hints
Let us sing a bit of good old Captain Kitt
Who sat one morning early in the head
A bee came flying past and it
Stung him on the ass
And this is what
"Scalpel"
"Here"
"Sponge"
"Here"
"Wait he's convulsing!" "Ah"
"He's convulsing!"
"Oh my" "We're gonna have to shock him!"
"Oh my God!" "We're
Well, I ain't been home for so doggone long
I almost forgot where I come from
Ain't got no money but I still ain't a bum
I'm almost nearly but not
him
Jehovah it's you I adore
Bum ba dum ba dum
Bum ba dum ba dum
Ba da daaa ba dum dum
Bum ba dum ba dum
Bum ba dum ba dum
Ba da daaa ah
The first
By a square-dancin' farmer, well
That old bum was sticking out his thumb
When the farmer drew up, said
"Listen son", and the horse compared his
That's the sound that Billiam makes when you eat him
And that's the sound that Billiam makes when you eat him
Ba-dum-bum-bum
Woo!
Woooo!
bum
Eat your bum
Cloud conversion, vapour dismay
Altering the masses, day by day
Mist on horizon, stain on this earth
Big brown blanket, tuck in
Hey, yeah, I like this right here
Makes me feel free
It's got that, uh, you know
That bom, ba-dum bum, ba-da-da-da-da (Mr.)
Bom, ba-dum bum
Trying to run through
Hell and song called the dogs to get on him
When we caught him the only famous nigga
Was a lord in his forum
Bum nigga fresh
And he thinks he's Hank Williams
Hear him singin' through the door
There's a girl in 202
Who stops by to visit me
And she talks about her songs
By: jimmy buffett
1970
Every day held a new surprise
I watched the hunger burning in my sister's eyes
The paste-board shack we called a home
Would
Muddy Goppup standing there
Roses held by him stopped to catch
Kee lee da da do
But the circle would not permit it
This circular circulation
I
Bum tarara bum barman leje rum
Znów się będzie działo znowu nocy mało
Bum tarara bum zrobimy niezły szum
Znów się będzie działo pokażesz mi swe ciało
Tryna fi sell Me
Looks and lies
Mi no wan no
Mi no wan no
Broke broke broke
No broke nigga's
No Bum bum's
No broke nigga's
No Bum bum's
No broke Bitches
cry
'Cause I didn't mean to hurt him
Coulda been somebody's son
And I took his heart when
I pulled out that gun
Rum bum bum bum, rum bum bum bum, rum
a outlaw, He's a bum
He's a rounder and then some
He's as ornery as a redneck fool can be
And if you don't like him you won't like me either
He's a da**
All around the water tank waitin' for a train
A thousand miles away from home sleepin' in the rain
I walked up to a brakeman just to give him a line
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