Lyrics:
Old man came courtin' me one day
But I'm never havin'
He come down the lane walkin' on his cane
With his darned old beard a-waggin'
Mama told me
YOU CAN SIT UPON HIS KNEE
SAY THANK YOU AND PLEASE
BUT DON'T GO PULLIN' ON SANTA CLAUS BEARD
I GUESS SOME FOLKS JUST GOTTA SEE
IF IT'S REAL AS REAL
that every outlaw fears
He made his name in this killing game
It's the one they call “Grey Beard.”
He had a drawing hand like no other man
It was faster
White juice on his beard well the booger man
White juice on his beard get down
White juice on his beard the booger man
White juice on his beard in my
P!
Real artists
Fake artists
Hot artists
Wack artists
Hard artists
Soft artists
I'm addressing all artists
I'm a prisoner, a slave to this
like the mane of a lion
I want it to be dense as much as I can
Only if I do this I'll be a man
I wanna grow a beard
I wanna grow a beard
I wanna grow
I know you gotta be up early (early)
And baby, I don't wanna sound needy
Shit
Come over here
Missing your beard
Come over here
Missing your
the fact that your hearts are feared
And wave your rod
How dare you be the one to assess
Me in this godforsaken mess
You, a man in a purple dress
Why did you grow a beard? Why did you grow a beard? I can't leave you alone for five minutes What the Christ? What the devil?
Why did you grow
flawless
Most hardest, most honest known artist
Chip off the old block, but old Doc is (back)
Looks like Batman brought his own Robin
Oh God, Saddam's
no
Those are not my beards
Oh where are you my beard
Please come back
I need to leave soon
to hand out presents to children
Have you seen my
pubes
Your beard is of overwhelming size
And it smells like cancer
Ah, I'm not hungry anymore
Deaf Dumb and blind boy
He's in a quiet vibration land
Strange as it seems his musical dreams
Ain't quite so bad.
Ten years old
With thoughts
Who's got a beard that's long and white?
Santa's got a beard that's long and white
Who comes around on a special night?
Santa comes around
a travelling man
Sack on back Wild flowers in his hand
Old rusty cans, pebbles 'bedded in the sand stand
And stare
Scratching his beard through the grass he
There are no lyrics to this track. It is intentionally blank, with each of the 71 seconds representing one of the years that the artist's father,
was tucked up
In my bedroom fast asleep
Then, I saw Mommy tickle Santa Claus
Underneath his beard so snowy white
Oh, what a laugh it would have
flawless
Most hardest, most honest known artist
Chip off the old block, but old Doc is (back)
Looks like Batman brought his own Robin
Oh God, Saddam's
This is a song about a beard
It's hairy and curly 'n' looking weird
I saw a lovely lass walk by
She looked at me once and gave me the eye
Beards
Who's got a beard that's long and white?
Santa's got a beard that's long and white
Who comes around on a special night?
Santa comes around
On a plane, on a plane
Off to see the city girls again
Only bringing what to carry on,
So that you know I won't be long
Dripping beard as cold
Who's got a beard that's long and white?
Santa's got a beard that's long and white
Who comes around on a special night?
Santa comes around
I've got a beard, a beard on my face.
I've got a beard, a beard on my face.
I've got a beard, a beard on my face.
I've got a beard, you've got
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