Lyrics:
Ba-da-bum, bum-bum-bum
Trying hard not to vomit on my bed
He says, I should say goodbye to all my friends
Before I die, need a little bit, I just need
That's used by me when I'm not heard
I just go through life with my glasses blurred
It's like that, and that's the way it is
Huh!
You can see a lot
if he is a girl?
What would I do with her?
What could I do for her?
A bum with no money
You can have fun with a son
But you got to be a father
Two engines on
Twenty-one coaches long
End to end
Twenty-one coaches bend
The watchman's out
Kickin' the bums about
If I wait for the right
biddy bum.
If I were a wealthy man.
I wouldn't have to work hard.
Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum.
If I were a biddy biddy rich,
ciecie kufajki
Dziś nie chcę smutku mam na to sporo czasu
Dziś ambarasem ragga muffin nie tarasuj
Ty weź się nie frasuj
Czasem chodzi o to by zrobić trochę
of rich folks spitting on bums
A lot of hoodlums
These are just the bums that are really pissed off
Why? Probably 'cause they been ripped off by
Good times and bum times, I've seen them all
And, my dear, I'm still here
Plush velvet sometimes
Sometimes just pretzels and beer, but I'm here
goin' on in your parents' bedrooms
Sometimes I wanna get on TV and just let loose
But can't, but it's cool for Tom Green to hump a dead moose
"My bum
Good times and bum times, I've seen them all
And, my dear, I'm still here
Plush velvet sometimes
Sometimes just pretzels and beer, but I'm here
By: jimmy buffett
1970
Every day held a new surprise
I watched the hunger burning in my sister's eyes
The paste-board shack we called a home
Would
Bum burnt on sight
Sex-ercise, in my German ride
Gyal tek' time tryna buck my pipe
My circle small, virgin size
Bum burnt on sight
Sex-ercise,
Pretty little Sally sat up by the tree trunk
White miniskirt with a Betty Boom bum
She had a ass like Deborah Cox, face like Lauryn
Waist like
Pretty little Sally sat up by the tree trunk
White miniskirt with a Betty Boom bum
She had a ass like Deborah Cox, face like Lauryn
Waist like
playing tug of war by yourself
Well it looks kinda silly playing tug of war by yourself
And it's hard to high 5 or scratch your back
And it's hard to play
outside your door
Carried careless with repeat demerits
Menthol lights could not scare us
If takers are bums I own the slums
Of crosstalk bound by stirring
Real eyes
Sin between them thighs
Read about you
Wondered why
Fin on ten
When u walk by
Finna rub it out
Thuggin love
Make it spout
But that’s cherry
dźwięków by się chciało płakać
Ciągle cięgiem posuwam słowem się za dźwiękiem
Ciągle pewne dźwięki są dla mnie napędem
Ciągle i bez żadnej widocznej przerwy
call me Charmin
You the Type to get played by a bum bitch and go cry about it
I just get even blow a bag in Neimans and laugh about it
Acting like
I'm searching the reef
Juice and rum it's time to have fun
I'm a beach bum enjoying the sun
What if we just swam away
Surfed a wave when the tides
nowe
Tyle lat krążyło mi po głowie
By się wygrindować no i dziś to robię
Ona mówi że ja to model
Że takiej jazdy by chciała każda na tym globie
Jestem
I ain’t got no microphone
I bum that shit off red
Lost my fucking phone
While rolling blunts up in my bed
Schitzo thoughts, gears turning
Yet my mind
on me he look like a bum
Ma forgive me can't judge by looks
He give you sum I can't that good
Take back what I said I should
But I can't cause it's
four
Took a pill
Moving slow
Bitch I'm happy by my lone
If she staying then I'm gone
I need money, ain't a bum
Really live like how it's sung
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