Then Yellowman why did you divorced Susan?
Boy fathead I can't take it no longer.
I just can't take it no longer. Seen?
Boy she a ruined mi life »
Getting Divorce Just Cool [Bonus Tracks]
by Fathead
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which pete had wound tightly with copper wire and called his pick-up and in turn made it louder by what fat-head jokingly called, Pete's Amp.
Well, »
Colder Than the Coldest Winter Was Cold Odditorium or Warlords of Mars [Japan Bonus Track]
by The Dandy Warhols
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Up, cheer up, cheer up, cheer, better times are here.
Sunny smilers we must be, the optimist asserts,
Let's hang the fat-head to a tree! Cheer up, »
Cheer Up! Smile! Nertz! [Ballyhoo] Brother Can You Spare a Dime... [Jass]
by Phil Spitalny
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like spice
They say that me have one good?
But this come to? Fathead?
Roses are red my love but violets are blue.
Sugar is sweet my love but not »
I'm Getting Married 20 Super Hits [Sonic]
by Yellowman
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Just let you do it, fathead
But you better, goddamn
Oh no, now you just look dead
But you know it's too late to know now
Oh no, now you just look »
Karma Twentybandcomp
by Superheist
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mother's calling
why don't you go away
Too cool for me
why don't you go away
Punky the fathead
why don't you go away
Baby baby baby baby baby baby »
Fathead Kill the Musicians
by Screeching Weasel
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Yankee doodle dickweed went to town
Apple pie and Chevrolet shot him down
A patriotic, fatheaded, sucker, freak
Is proud to serve the country that had »
Foul Taste of Freedom Foul Taste of Freedom [Bonus Tracks]
by Pro-Pain
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to take away your pride
Fatheads are what they need, they want to take you for a ride
Backbiters're telling lies to bring you into line
They try to ban »
Metalhead Masquerade
by Running Wild
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bonnie back to me)
(David fathead Newman sax solo)
Last night as I lay on my pillow,
Last night as I lay on my bed,
Last night as I lay on my »
My Bonnie Girls! Girls! Girls!: A Yearbook of Dream Dates
by Ray Charles
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I'm a shy girl, my mother calls me flatchest,
I'm a heavy boy, my father calls me a fathead,
I'm a small guy, my friends call me an armrest,
I'm »
I Love All of Me Starpeace
by Yoko Ono
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got our eyes, got our eyes on you, boy. We got our eyes, got our eyes on you. We got our eyes, gotterdammerung Deutschland. Fatheads hold me down »
Milk Midgets With Guns
by Pain
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