Lyrics:
that you'll always be my baby
There I was
Twenty-one
Oh, I was so ashamed
Of what I'd done
On a country road
Parked one night
Oh, it started out so
3 cool cats
3 cool cats
Parked on the corner in a beat up car
Devourin' up a liquor candy bar
Talkin' all about how sharp they are
These 3 cool cats
mysteries
Could be next to you.
Someone you've known for years
A car parked down by the airport
At the edge of town...
No picnic no barbecue out in the back
A yard for parked cars left to rot and forget
For chained-up mad dogs for garbage to sit
Get lost get lost
and he's hungry, he's old, and he's grungy
And parked in a no-parkin' zone
Well I bent down an' says "How ya doin', old fella?"
He tried to get up on his
parked an' got the guns out
Well we bashed on through the lobby into unit seventeen
There's twenty-eight folks in there without no clothes on.
I says
seen
That must belong to his rich uncle
Someone said he owned a great big farm
When they get parked, I'll mosey down
And look it over that won't do
That first little kiss from your school sweetheart
Parked in the dark in your parents car
Take her by the hand, gaze in her eyes
Feel the first
the Sun on
I regulate, Dan-non, down to Ra-mon
I swung on hits y'all couldn't get run on
Brown baby uhh, I been chromed out
This ain't nuttin new parked
raised as he walked through the door
And took an empty seat next to her at the bar
"my brand new car is parked right outside. how'd ya like to go for
at the Shark Bar
Lookin like an aardvark with a fucked up parked car
Got the nerve to have a diamond, I'm embarrassed you keep rhymin
Fuck you Simple Simon --
and lay you down next to the curb
Now I'm all in flesh, blindin' the one that stare
I drop you on the pavement, leave you parked in the rear
I don't need
I had the body of a two and a half
Year old baby
I had the brain of a man
I used to play underneath my momma's skirts
All day
I parked my car in
remember where he parked his car
Or to whom he lost the keys
Full of angst and hillbilly haiku
What's a poor Ft. Worth boy to do
Go on rhyme
to a tape by slayer
Parked in a parking lot behind burger king
Eatin a raw pack of chicken wings
With blood on my fingers I blast a CD by the staple
need is a hit to cut the bullshit
Look at the cars parked in the motel
And nobody in them
They must be hungry as hell
They're feeding on ambition
money can't buy love
I've parked my speedboat next to some
This jungleness badboy sufferer
Yes I have
Price of an education
Least now I know it's no
I'm dreaming will the nightmare just go on
And never end
Somebody out there, stolen your base
Somebody out there, parked in your space
You've no
Next I caught a ride with a gamblers wife
She had a brand new lay down Rambler
She parked inside of town, layed the Rambler down
She said she sure
Car is parked, bags are packed, but what kind of heart doesn't look back
At the comfortable glow from the porch, the one I will still call yours?
on as they barreled through the fog
The demon puffing madly on a mentholated log
They were tired, they were sleepy
So they parked behind the Roxy
Adam
a chaffeur drivin me around
in the green Rolls Royce, parked parallel, on Fifth Avenue
Steppin in Bloomingdale's, waitin for Celine Dion to get her
church agree
It's not much of a career
Trying the handles of parked cars
Whoops, there goes another year
Whoops, there goes another pint of beer
and move to the hills
Thirty days a month - thirty Automobiles
The Lexus or Benz that come out in the year two thousand
I got one of them bitches parked
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