Lyrics:
kitchen sink
Came from the curb, now I'm that certified gypsy link
All these girls in my DMs moving loose
It's amazing what they do for a rapper with a bit
Sip a little whiskey, come on baby, kiss me
Let me get a drip of your frisky gypsy
And when ya hit ten, we bump it to eleven
Yeah, we gonna fly
curled up by the fire
It sure is true tonight
Let's make a little candle
And then a little later on
We'll make a little love to that old Bing Crosby song,
enough
cant keep my drank in my double cups cant keep yo hoe off my fucking nuts
you got the bob you gone smoke or what egyptian bitch make me feel like
a massive super tax
If they sell it in the shops you'll have to buy it by the gram
No more fucking ounces this ain't fucking Amsterdam
People shuffling round
Girl, this rubbled mess was caused by my neglect.
Of course, I'll pay and by the way, my dear,
Here comes Bob!
I ain't subtle in my ways of making
In the fight against infantile paralysis
The National Foundation is happy to muster into its army
Ms. Connie Boswell, Bing Crosby, Victor Young
A tinkling piano in the next apartment
Those stumbling words that told you what my heart meant
A fair ground?s painted swings
These foolish things remind me
to pay me before I die
So bob your sweet head
Brother Ziggy going to play
I'm just about the best you can hear
Gonna rock it in your head
Shazam
to pay me before I die
So bob your sweet head
Brother Ziggy going to play
I'm just about the best you can hear
Gonna rock it in your head
Shazam
I can pull up by the curb
I can make it on the road
Goin' mobile
I can stop in any street
Invite in people that we meet
Goin' mobile
Keep me
By day I'm a workin' man,
Layin' bricks or layin' pipe.
I don't stand out in a crowd;
Just look like one of the guys.
Little do they know,
When
Slide on over, baby, underneath this mistletoe
Here's a toast to us together
Let me wrap you in this bow
I'm in the Christmas spirit
No, this one
can be.
That man got a heart lak a rock cast in the sea.
Or else he wouldn't have gone so far from me. Doggone it!
I loves day man lak a schoolboy
As Ice And Hot As Hell, Wicked As A Gypsy Spell.
Is It Love Or Is It Lust? She'll Leave You In A Cloud Of Dust
Heaven Cried On The Day You Fell, For
no good"
And I suppose you'll judge me by my clothes
But not my good friend Bob
Bob
Bob is smarter than most
His favourite meal is Vegemite toast
He
me in a battle then I’ll wrap you like a blunt huh
Spit entwines the rhyme like it’s holding all the bud huh
My words spark it up, you start to grunt
girls just want to have fun
The poetry inside of me is warm like a gun
I bought me a truck in
The middle of the night
It'll buy me a year if I play my
to ponder where you are tonight
There's always a place right here in my gypsy heart
And though I keep on roaming and left it all
The memories, they all flood
Verse 1
Gypsy JaZZ
I can't be the only one
Who regrets the things they've done Why is my spirit cursed and lonely Sad scenes flicker by like a movie
every time I drive by it man
Why am I such a misfit?
I am not just a nitwit
You can't fire me I quit
Seems I don't fit in
It's true though, everywhere I
And the flamingo Hollared by jingo!
What a vibrato!
There's a lotta talk about you, Bob!
And they're saying you're "off the cob."
Fake it, Mister B
Take
to pay me before I die
So bob your sweet head
Brother Ziggy going to play
I'm just about the best you can hear
Gonna rock it in your head
Shazam
So bob ya head now, if you stuck in the slums
A put ya head down, when ya running from guns
They want ya dead now, buried under the sun
You put your
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