Lyrics:
boy shoes
And my rock star phone
I'm waiting for a friend to call
Or the rain to fall
Life goes by
Who knows why
[chorus]
I can't wait for
Ivan Diamantes
It ain't a party til' we arrive
See that?
Woo!
Saw you hanging by the place I stay and I just needed to say
Did you work at that
of sand
My love for life is fueled by
The love for my man
I love his mother and
The silly mystic man
Some people think he's bad
They say he doesn't
All the young cunts
Live it now
'Cause there ain't much to die for
Everybody wants to bum
A ride on the rock 'n' roller coaster
And we went out
Got our
Porco Giuda (wouah)
Questo rapper (wouah)
Fuma e sputa (grrah)
Rima fatta per la rima (by me)
Ap (wouah)
Comunicazione in forma (wouah)
Daddle-at-dat-dat-dum
I couldn't aspire
To anything higher
Than filled with desire
To make you my own
Bup-bum bup-bum
Butle-doodle-dumb-bum
I wanna be loved by
Seizing consciousness for an unknown, finite, time
Torn from the warmth of the womb
Unable to plumb the impossible distance to the end
Perhaps to be
So here's to you my ramblin' boy may all your ramblin' bring you joy
He was a man and a friend always he stuck by me in the hard old days
He never
The stripes
On my thighs
Represent the highs
To which I get by
The stripes
On my thighs
Represent my growth
The stripes
On my thighs
Represent
He is a hustler, he's no good at all
He is a loser, he's a bum, bum, bum, bum
He lies, he bluffs, he's unreliable
He is a sucker with a gun, gun,
Whatever happened to unity?
It's like that, and that that's the way it is
Disillusion is the word
That's used by me when I'm not heard
I just go
the driveway and the bottles in the hall
Well I don't know where they came from
It must be burglars in the neighborhood
I sure hope they catch those bums
I
Oh, but look-a-here, baby
See what-a you've done, done
You taken my money
You got me on a bum
C'mon shake a-yo' boogie
Whoa, shake a-yo' boogie
Dám dělovou ránu
Bum, bum, bum, bum
A rozbiju bránu, můj bude váš dům
V něm budu tě hýčkat
Hej, hej, hej, hej
A svážu ti strýčka vím
Že byl by na mě
You know me, I know you
We are not the same
At all now
Your mystery, outgrew mine
When I'm by myself, alone in tears
Something is taking over me
It
drivers on the bum
And his engine and its bearings, they were all out of plumb
Casey Jones kept his junk pile running
Casey Jones was working double time
bail
Join the army, if you fail
Look out kid
You're gonna get hit
But users, cheaters
Six-time losers
Hang around the theaters
Girl by
said a drip-drop, a drip-drop, drip-drop
Viva bum bum bum drip-drop
Let it rain, let it rain, let God's water feed me
The water of life, mentally
on in your parents' bedrooms
Sometimes I wanna get on TV and just let loose
But can't, but it's cool for Tom Green to hump a dead moose
"My bum is
When she come around she a killer
When she come around she a killer
My hand turn to bum bum sticker
My hand turn to burn bum sticker
When she come
the bouquet
They know I'm headed to the top like a toupee
Now all the bums is wondering where I be's at
You ain't a Barbie, it's none of ya freaking bees wax
if he is a girl?
What would I do with her?
What could I do for her?
A bum with no money
You can have fun with a son
But you got to be a father
the bouquet
They know I'm headed to the top like a toupee
Now all these bums is wondering
Where I be's at you ain't a Barbie
It's none of ya freaking bees wax
It's lonesome away from your kindered and all
By the campfire at night where the wild Dingos call
But there's nothin' so lonesome, so dull or so
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