Lyrics:
Put on your high-heeled sneakers
Wear your wig hat on your head
Put on your high-heeled sneakers
Wear your wig hat on your head
I'm pretty sure
Jacob
I designered my sneakers, yeah
I done fucked my teacher
Talk shit like a preacher (Talk)
On the corner with a beeper (On the corner with
We're just a pair of old sneakers
Stringin' each other along
Sometimes i feel just like a heel
'cause i know in my soul, that it's wrong
We're
comin' around the corner
I wonder if he knows your the preacher's daughter, oh no
Well, I seen you through your window, baby, many times before
Yeah
comin' around the corner
I wonder if he knows your the preacher's daughter, oh no
Well, I seen you through your window, baby, many times before
Yeah
(False preacher, false preacher) False preacher
(False preacher, false preacher)
Hey preacher man, I know you got something go on
Gotta make up
(False preacher, false preacher) False preacher
(False preacher, false preacher)
Hey preacher man, I know you got something go on
Gotta make up
Billy Ray was a preacher's son
And when his daddy would visit he'd come along
When they gathered around the parlour talkin'
That's when Billy
Preacher Tom, your friends are many
And your good deeds are a plenty
And I know that God is plenty proud of you
'Cause you've directed your attention
Billy Ray was a preacher's son
And when his daddy would visit he'd come along
When they gathered around the parlour talkin'
That's when Billy
some boxing gloves in case some fool might start a fight
You know what I'm sayin'
Put on your hi-heel sneakers, put your wig hat on your head, oh yeah!
Billy Ray was the preacher's son
And when his daddy would visit he'd come along
When they gathered 'round and started talkin'
That's when Billy
weaker
Gonna have a good time tonight
Burnin' with the fever and runnin' for the red light
She ain't a teacher, she ain't a preacher
Just so close to holy
Artist. Frank Zappa
Title: God Bless America
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Here's one with your father's moustache, the old cookie jar, rubbers,
The name of the brother to blame
It's quite plain, it's not the rain
But a brother who don't claim or aim
To be a preacher or ordained
I have Black
Daddy was an old time preacher man
He preached the word of God throughout the land
He preached so plain a child could understand
Yes, Daddy was
We're just a pair of old sneakers
Stringin' each other along
Sometimes i feel just like a heel
'cause i know in my soul, that it's wrong
We're
Daddy was an old time preacher man
He preached the word of God throughout the land
He preached so plain a child could understand
Yes, Daddy was
Better wear some boxing gloves
In case some fool might wanna fight. (hey, hey)
Put on your hi-heel sneakers,
Put your wig hat on your head. (hey,
Put on your hi heel sneakers,
Honey put your wig-hat on your head,
Honey on your head.
Put on your hi heel sneakers,
Honey put your wig-hat on your
It was a time of the preacher
When the story began
Of the choice of a lady
And the love of a man
How he loved her so dearly
He went out
It was the time of the preacher when the story began
Of the choice of a lady and the love of a man
How he loved her so dearly, he went out of his
And the story was told.
The artist looked at the producer
The producer sat back
He said, What we have got here
Is a perfect track
But we don't have a vocal
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