Eight ball in the pocket with a voodoo moan. You can't trust him 'cause he's never alone. Then he'll start talkin' chicken shit. And grab your fuzzy dice.
Honor was not just a word. To knights of old who pledged their faith. In love over gold, love over gold. . Now, they laughed at his fantasy world. And maximized all the potentials to earn.
I thought I was bad thought l'ze a kickn' stud. I thought I had a knockn' stroll. I caught a momma glidin' through the alley. A big pink pussycat she said ";Meow";.
All aboard. Eins, Zwei, Drei, Vier!. . Well, the Ding-Dong Daddy of the D-car line. Had a thing for the ladies for which he did time. He reaped a little more than he could sow.
Diamond Light, Diamond Light. Diamond Light, Diamond Light. Believe me when I tell ya. I'm nostalgic for that good ol' atomic bomb. God knows I miss cross-dressin' Annie.
Lead pipe slammed in the storekeepers head. Looks like spaghetti decomposin' in bed. Please don't shoot, God think of my kids. You shut your yap ya dirty piece of shit.
Hear my voice, where you are. Take a train, steal a car. Hop a freight, grab a star. Come back to me. . Catch a flame, catch a breeze. On your hands, on your knees.
Spider weaves a spit green sea. That tangles up and drowns the fly -- poor fly. Well, he's got pneumonia just like me. But he can't swim as well as I.
Spider weaves a spit green sea. That tangles up and drowns the fly -- poor fly. Well, he's got pneumonia just like me. But he can't swim as well as I.
Baby, gotta quit your cryin'. About your lyin' to your old man. Because I know, you know and he knows. I'm your Cherry Poppin' Daddy man. . I wanna give ya little taste of Heaven.
Butch The Gay Santa Claus, filled with Christmas cheer. Butch The Gay Santa Claus, his beard tickles your ear. All the children at the mall wait for their surprise.
Jump, jump jump jump. Jump, jump jump jump. . She was a woman of mystery. And what she wanted I could not see. A three year trip on the dragon. Until the clinic had to get me clean.
I was taught to always be nice so I open doors on impulse. Always make room on the sidewalk though I notice no one else does. They just plow through knocking you down.
Why you talk about me. I never did you wrong. When you talk about me. It makes me take my receiver off of my phone. Now I'm an answerin' machine. I always play my part (my part).
Why you talkin' about me?. I never did you wrong. When you talk about me,. You make me take my receiver off of my phone. Now I'm an answerin' machine,.
Lyrics courtesy of Meisje. . 2:29, last call. Drink 'em or lose 'em, we're grabbin' 'em all. I got a cab but no friends in the world. Won't you come home with me, I love you girl..
Where you gonna be when the Good Lord calls you home?. Sittin' at your desk, brother, sittin on a throne?. Recallin' all the ramblings of last night's fun gone wrong?.