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himself or not straight. Moving
Along. And older gentleman. How are ya sir, what's your name?
[Man]:
Uh Larry Bartowski
[Adam Sandler]:
And Larry, how old
Playing jazz you see
But jazz wasn't big around one A.D.
So he got himself a job in the palace band
Where he heard about three kings
In the desert sand
gathered
That man wondered if that all really mattered
And on this night inside his home
He realized that he was alone
And he asked himself what his
on the rodeo wind
One sure way to lose him
Is to try and make him stay
He can't explain he don't even know himself
But the force that drew her to him
Has
sol la si do
He will find himself with no show
Better play the note you know
The call come up from the portals of glory
To come home for it's suppertime when all
God's children shall gather around the table of the Lord
Himself
himself
Hey, makin' love is good for you
Makin' love is good for you
So take care of your body
Make a little love today, ooh
is deserted, there's dust on the shelf
Mr Zero sits lonely and talks to himself
It's too late to change, the fine line has been crossed
The charades
echoed again
[Chorus]
He drank his first strong liquor then to calm his shaking hand
And tried to tell himself he had at last become a man
A dusty
St. Augustine
Oh my young Miguel, listen to the bell
Of my poverty you must never tell
And he cried himself to sleep in the night
And he vowed to make
to cha, cha, cha.
Little children love to cha, cha, cha.
Everybody loves to cha, cha, cha.
Sam Cooke himself in the midnight hour.
Everybody loves
rumors He even thinks Himself a king
Of a kingdom of paupers
Simpletons and rogues
The whores all seem to love Him
And the drunks propose a toast
From his window
During the day
He went to school
When it became night
He stayed by himself
Usually in his secret hidden bedroom
One night
thought to himself as he sat before
His stocks and shares a dreadful bore
If I'm to live another happy day
I best make haste and be on my way
Oh me oh my
He
and knock upon your door do you let him inside
He'll be a constant comforter and keep you satisfied
He will make himself avaliable no matter who you are
By the light of the moon
To a 50's tune
He pledged his love to her
A girl so rare
A girl so fair
The girl for him for sure
He could see himself
Tipped his hat and introduced himself
And she looked up at him and didn't know what to say.
So he told her the story of his family
The trouble that
and there's the door"
So I'm back here on this bar stool,
My whole world gone to hel
Behind the bottles there's a mirror
Where a fool can see himself
nigga gotta pack some heat 'cause
that's the only way he gone protect himself I don't give a fuck if I
just got off parole nigga I'm gonna protect me
And even tho we've just met
[Chorus]
He said goodbye GI see you next week
Then he rolled himself out to the street
It was pretty hard for him to get
Boy that bottle belongs to the devil
Better leave it on the shelf
Could be the old man wants it for himself
Well it hurts my heart to see a young
and the cocaine nose job
The daytime crap of the folksinger slop
He hung himself with a guitar string
I slap the turkey neck and it's hanging' from a pigeon wing
Momma hung her head and said
[Chorus]
Hey Momma,
I heard Papa called himself a jack of all trades
Tell me is that what sent Papa to an early grave
boy Web Pierce
The old honky tonker himself, Lefty Frizzell
My goodness what a group
And would you just listen to Mother Mabel
Over there pickin'
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