Lyrics:
Swag, now watch him cook
And just stand there and look
Have a bonfire with old Harry Potter books
Martians versus goblins, goons versus the crooks
Jack it up, jack up, jack it up, jack up
Jack it up, jack up, jack up, jack up
Jack it up, jack up, jack it up, jack up
Jack it up, jack up, jack up,
We are not the same I am a martian
We are not the same I am a martian
(Greetings from Planet Weezy)
(We will begin transmission in)
(5, 4, 3,
This is, this is, this is, this is
We are not the same, I am a Martian
We are not the same, I am a Martian
Greetings from Planet Weezy
We will
Here come the Martain Martians
And I wouldn't be surprised if they were riding on their Martian bike
And we have to find out right now
What kind
Here come the Martain Martians
And I wouldn't be surprised if they were riding on their Martian bike
And we have to find out right now
What kind
From the tattoo on her left leg
And the garter on her right
She'd have the card to bring me down
If she played it right
She's got the jack, she's
From the tattoo on her left leg
And the garter on her right
She'd have the card to bring me down
If she played it right
She's got the jack, she's
From the tattoo on her left leg
And the garter on her right
She'd have the card to bring me down
If she played it right
She's got the jack, she's
now, ooh, the humanity"
"Now, with the help and support of the woman I love."
"Urging the people to evacuate the city as Martians approach."
Jack the teck
Jack the teck
Jack the teck
Jack the teck
Jack the teck
Jack the teck
Jack the teck
Jack the teck
Jack, jack, ja jack jack your body
Jack ya, jack, jack ya, jack your body
Jack, jack, ja jack jack your body
Jack ya, jack, jack ya, jack your
Fairily very Beverly Hill, Westside
Bitch, I'm drillin' your neighbor daughter at Best Buy
If I hit up your jack, then nigga, you best slide
If you
of chocolate
We declared Charlie Puth should be a bigger artist
I scratch your head, you fall asleep
Like a tattooed golden retriever
But you awaken with
(Dolly Parton)
He lived by the apple orchard in this little orchard shack
His real name was Jackson Taylor but I called him AppleJack
Now old
Cold aeroplanes, slow boats, warm trains
Remind me of jack-a-lynn.
Lush hotels and pretty girls
Won't cheer the misty mood I'm in.
Silly, sad ---
I served with Jack Kennedy
I knew Jack Kennedy
Jack Kennedy was a friend of mine
Senator, you're no Jack Kennedy
Happy Jack wasn't old, but he was a man
He lived in the sand at the Isle of Man
The kids would all sing, he would take the wrong key
So they rode
Happy Jack wasn't old, but he was a man
He lived in the sand at the Isle of Man
The kids would all sing, he would take the wrong key
So they rode
Happy Jack wasn't old, but he was a man
He lived in the sand at the Isle of Man
The kids would all sing, he would take the wrong key
So they rode
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