Lyrics:
hanker
For the comfort they can only get in port
You can hear it comin'!
June is bustin' out all over
The moonlight is shining on the shore
you
On an evening in June
On an evening in June
It can get so sentimental
When I'm thinking of you
And I can't think of anything
Except being
the middle of June
Music was warm, artists, like flowers, they bloom
Then boom, I shook the room, many felt the thunder
My time to shine, did it like summer
and corduroys
Soon they had Claire then Linda and Louise a matching pair June liked boys
Donald and June they put some money aside
But all in four years they
his money down
You know everything comes to standstill nothing seems to make a turn
Worm must be waitin' for the early bird
Now I reckon the early
the superstar recording artist
Transitions to independent status
After a successful twelve years at Shady
Aftermath interscope, during which time he
Sold more
a jug of punch
And if I get drunk, well the money's me own
And them that don't like me, they can leave me alone
I'll tune me fiddle and I'll rosin me
America's most complete artist"
"What's your name boy?"
"I.. am.." "America's most complete artist"
"You better get ready"
"for America's most complete
the children feel the rain, 'cause if they feel the rain
From the wetness, they stand to gain
I came into the game, it felt like the middle of June
Music was
it because i ran out of crack money?
(Michael Jackson) i'm living lonely baby
(June Smith) why can't you love me
I really want to know why please tell
folks,
Thats what you get folks, for makin' whoopee
He doesn't make much money
Five thousand dollars per;
Some judge who thinks he's funny
Says,
a jug of punch
And if I get drunk, well the money's me own
And them that don't like me, they can leave me alone
I'll tune me fiddle and I'll rosin me
Joe Bean."
Alright. June! June Carter. Let's get June out here
Let's get June Carter and the Tennessee Three back out right now
folks,
That's what you get folks, for makin' whoopee
He doesn't make much money
Five thousand dollars per;
Some judge who thinks he's funny
Says,
you get folks
For makin' whoopee
Another bride, another June
Another sunny, a sunny honeymoon
Another reason is that season
For makin' whoopee
A mess
I like New York in June, how about you
I like a Gershwin tune, how about you
I love a fireside when a storm is due
I like potato chips, moonlight
I get money i I get money
I I get I get i get I get (Ha ha)
I I get money money, I got (Yeah)
I I get money money, I got (Yeah)
I I get money money
folks,
Thats what you get folks, for makin' whoopee
He doesn't make much money
Five thousand dollars per;
Some judge who thinks he's funny
Says,
I like New York in June, how about you?
I like a Gershwin tune, how about you?
I love a fireside when a storm is due
I like potato chips,
keep calling, I ain't picking up (Yeah)
These hoes keep calling, I ain't picking up (Yeah)
Told these hoes I'll be back around June (Around June)
Told
like the middle of June
Music was warm; artists, like flowers: they bloom
Then boom; I shook the room, many felt the thunder
My time to shine; did it
There's other people, you selfish asshole!
I must be psychotic
I must be demented
To think that I'm worthy of all this attention
Of all of this money
folks,
Thats what you get folks, for makin' whoopee
He doesn't make much money
Five thousand dollars per;
Some judge who thinks he's funny
Says,
folks,
That's what you get folks, for makin' whoopee
He doesn't make much money
Five thousand dollars per;
Some judge who thinks he's funny
Says,
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