Lyrics:
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
of beads
He could not be in the gallery
And then you get an artist says he doesn't want to paint at all
He takes an empty canvas and sticks it on the wall
the daytime I'm Mr. Natural
Just as healthy as I can be
But at night I'm a junk food junkie
Good lord have pity on me
My friends down at the commune
They
You can look at the stars, / look at the ocean; /
The answer's somewhere, / here's what I reckon: /
Close your eyes, / kiss the future, / junk
oppressive
Mr Progressive he's no depressive
Mr Artist he's not a pragmatist
Mr Artist red rum with a twist
Mr Positive never in a tizz
Mr Positive so much
to praise ya
Just here to raise ya n' fill you full of nails
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah
We're Mr. Bitter
We'll take a bit of this
buy," says the sign in the shop window
"Why? Why?" Says the in junk the yard
Da-da-ya, da-da-da-da-da-da
Da-da-ya-da, da
Da-da-da-da-da
Da-da
It's a boy, Mrs. Walker, it's a boy
It's a boy, Mrs. Walker, it's a boy
A son
A son
A son
Dear Mr. Mrs. Record Industry
I've only one place to be
I ain't lookin' for nothin' not due to me
I'm just asking for what's necessary
Every song
One, two, three hey! look at Mr. Lee
Three, four, five hey! look at him jive
Mr. Lee, Mr. Lee
Oh, Mr. Lee
Mr. Lee, Mr. Lee
Oh, Mr. Lee
Mr. Lee, Mr
JUNK! DEAR JUNK
JUNK! DEAR JUNK
JUNK! DEAR JUNK
JUNK! DEAR JUNK
逃げてるだけのお前
人の群れの中へ消えていく
肌に合わない 世間
視線が俺の目に集まる
目を背けてみせる
そんなに俺が眩しいのか
何を言っても聞こえない
determine
Her child's fate?
The child started fires
His father was a drunk
He met the wrong girl
And got married to junk
The artist drew a letter
Knock knock, guess who's coming to dinner?
Fred, Mr. Eazi, Major Lazer in a Beamer
Oh my God, I've never seen a bottom like this
See the way she
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
Oh, Mr. Sun, Sun, Mr. Golden Sun
Please shine down on me
Oh, Mr. Sun, Sun, Mr. Golden Sun
Hiding behind a tree
These little children are asking you
It's a boy, Mrs. Walker, it's a boy
It's a boy, Mrs. Walker, it's a boy
A son
A son
A son
Unless that claw is the famous
Mr. Klaw
Mr. Klaw
Mr. Klaw
Mr. Klaw
(Mr. Klaw) Mr. Vanity Klaw
(Mr. Klaw) Mr. Lightning Bulb
(Mr. Klaw) Mr. Vanity
one guy's treasure is another guy's trash
[Chorus]
In Oscar's junk band, Oscar's junk band
Stamp your muddy feet and clap your dirty hands
We're
spliff and junk
spliff and junk
spliff and junk
spliff and junk
I'm smoking spliff and junk
Mr. "Perfect face"
Mr. "Here to stay"
Mr. "Looked me in the eye and told me you would never go away"
Everything was right
Mr. "I've been waiting
By Warren Zevon
C. 1970, United Artists Inc./Mr. Bones Music/BMI (1969?)/c. 1996 EMI-Capital Music Special Markets
My baby's sweeter
Lord, she's
Gonna get higher
On that hillbilly junk
Gonna get higher
That hillybilly junk
Gonna get tired
That hillbilly junk
Hillbilly punk
Said it's a junk yard!
Junk yard
It's a junk yard fire!
Junk yard fire
It's a junk yard!
Junk yard
It's a junk yard fire!
Junk yard fire
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