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Check my custom machine

Well she's metal flake blue with a corvette mill
(Check my custom machine)
And they say it looks better when she's
Customs official: Do you have anything to declare, sir? 
Avi: Yeah. Don't go to England
Comin' into Los Angeles
Bringin' in a couple of keys
Don't touch my bags if you please mister customs man

There's a guy with a ticket to Mexico
No,
Passing by.
I pacify! 
I cauterize! 
Roll up and burn.
Prophecy! 
The winner gets to keep the prize 
Atomize!
And custom mother never lies!
Cheating customs in a speedboat. 

When they come in from far away
Oh they never can stay. 
They fly away to other skies
With the sun in their eyes.
I seem to have lost my patience
Waiting for the clouds of dust the custom cutter brings
Well, the foreman called to say
He would be here any day
Straight from heaven above
I gotta say, she's just like cutom made
For me to love

Yeah, custom made
For me to love

When I put my arms around her
We
shinnin' hair clothes that I thought you'd like me to wear
Made to please and not to tease it's the custom made woman blues.

Yes I tried to be the kind
He who shits out magic may shine
For the good of a customs and calling
Call him Max
Send him a fax
Charge him no tax

Pop Zeus

He who gives love
of bliss
And a kiss goodnight leads to another kiss
It's an old custom for a boy and girl to embrace
In some secluded place
LIttle mister cupid never
water
An old custom to sell your daughter
Would you like number twenty three?
Leave your yens on the counter please
Hong Kong Garden 

Tourists
on your little finger
Maybe get a blister on your thumb.
 
We gotta install microwave ovens custom kitchen deliveries
We gotta move these refrigerators
get a blister on your thumb

 We gotta install microwave ovens
 Custom kitchen deliveries
 We gotta move these refrigerators
 We gotta move these
a blister on your thumb

We gotta install microwave ovens
Custom kitchen deliveries
We gotta move these refrigerators
We gotta move these color TV's
hotel
Where the sequin spell fell
Custom of the game.
Cadence oiled in love
Licked his velvet gloved hand
Cascade kissed his name.

Sad paper
hotel
Where the sequin spell fell
Custom of the game.
Cadence oiled in love
Licked his velvet gloved hand
Cascade kissed his name.

Sad paper
water
An old custom to sell your daughter
Would you like number 23
Leave your yens on the counter please
Hong Kong garden

Tourists swarm to see
One of the west village in plains
That was the custom
Come dawn

On the walls of the day
In the shade of the sun
We wrote down
Another vision
we said
No matter how I try I can't get far enough away
Every sad song on my radio sounds like it's custom made
By some devil on my shoulder that
on your little finger
Maybe get a blister on your thumb.
 
We gotta install microwave ovens custom kitchen deliveries
We gotta move these refrigerators
aces, no calls
Easy action on the walls
One burning, two custom, all waiting
Three angels

Burns, Hofner, white flats
All together feeding back
No
muchachos y buleros, and goodbye"

Salsa rumbles rafters in a chop shop filled with cars
Custom chopped and channeled, with a drag race in their stars
Sretan Bozic
And Happy New Year
New Year
To you

Though the customs might change
And the language is strange
This appeal we feel is real
In Holland
Drug Squad
Ain't got nothing to declare

My luggage in my hand
I greet the customs man
No sir got nothing to declare
He waves me down to stop
Come in to our lives
So obtrusively? 
Why do they change
Their prices so accordingly? 
Well, I can give you credit
Suitable and custom tailored

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