Lyrics:
, whoa ho ho ho, whoa ho ho
You heard my story, you heard just what I said
A man without love, he might as well be dead
But I finally I found a love
Ain't got a dime to my name,
What a terrible shame
Ho Hum, ho ho Hum.
Just found a hole in my shoe,
And my stockin' sticks through
Ho Hum, ho
Ain't got a dime to my name,
What a terrible shame
Ho Hum, ho ho Hum.
Just found a hole in my shoe,
And my stockin' sticks through
Ho Hum, ho
Well, A Cherokee chief as he dances along
Sings an Indian boogie to a white man's song
Singin' "Hey-ho-a-lina"
"Hey-ho-a-lina"
Singin'
all over the world say their prayers and go to sleep
Knowing that when they wake up, the little fat man with the long white beard
Will have stopped by
ho
Ho
My father is a rich man
He wears a rich man's cloak
Gave me the keys to his kingdom coming
Gave me a cup of gold
He said I have many
His mind is up his sleeve
And his talk is make believe
Oh, Lord, the man's a fraud
He's a flim flam man
He's an artist
He's a flim flam man
He's
Well, a Cherokee chief as he dances along
He does an Indian boogie to a white man's song
Singin' hey ho a lina, hey ho a lina
A well a hey ho
Christmas joys
Tito had just one desire
That he gets a new guitar
But he wants a guarantee that it won't play out of key
Ho, ho, ho! who wouldn't go?
Christmas joys
Tito had just one desire
That he gets a new guitar
But he wants a guarantee that it won't play out of key
Ho, ho, ho! who wouldn't go?
at the courthouse
Whether you like it or not
So tell the bank man to cash your paycheck
So you can piss in the pot
I'm stuck at home wishin' I could just go
Yow yow aaaah out my comfort zone heh merc merc hehheh curian curian
Tmg or die nigga yow
Like a nad kidney man inoperable
Artist life artist life
I'm the hi-de-ho miracle man,
I can really do wonders, I can,
If you've got the misery,
Bring your misery to me,
I'm that hi-de-ho miracle man
values
When you associate with secular artists in the R&B hip-hop world
Here he comes
I cannot believe the controversy shrowding this man
Mr.
Ho-ho-ho ho ho! Ho-ho-ho ho ho!
Oh, that's the Woody Woodpecker song
Ho-ho-ho ho ho! Ho-ho-ho ho ho!
Yeah, he's a-peckin' it all day long
He
He's got everything he needs, he's an artist, he don't look back
He's got everything he needs, he's an artist, and he don't look back
He can take
Ho ho ho, bring a bottle of rum
Ho ho ho, cream and whiskey bourbon
Ho ho ho, bring a bottle of booze
We got nothing to lose, ho ho ho
Ho ho ho
Alabama Man!
Alabama Man!
Hey Ho!
Alabama Man!
I like pie!
I like pie!
Apple Pie!
I like pie!
Alabama Man!
Alabama Man!
Hey Ho!
Alabama Man!
Meat
filling up
Yeah, yeah, I feel that, I feel that, yo, yo, check it out
Yo, you still got that girl, Stacy, you know from Valle-ho, number?
Nah, nah, man
please.
A hundred years ago.
They thought the stars were set a-light,
Ho, yes, ho!
By some good angel every night,
A hundred years ago.
They hung a man
that a liar won't believe anyone else
They say a secret is something you tell one other person
So I'm telling you, child
A man will beg
A man will
Well, a Cherokee chief as he dances along
He does an Indian boogie to a white man's song
Singin' hey ho a lina, hey ho a lina
A well a hey ho
songs in the alley ways mile upon mile
Ye hum ho la lo Kwela man
Ye hum ho la la Kwela, Kwela
Ye hum ho la lo Kwela man
You gave it your life
Ye
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