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their attitude He thinks riding a buffalo and wearing Oakley's Will make him look real cool He's a dick! Fuck him! Asshole! Fuck him! He
HERE COMES SANTA CLAUS Writers Gene Autry, Oakley Haldeman Here comes Santa Claus! Here comes Santa Claus! Right down Santa Claus Lane! Vixen
And fuck their attitude He thinks riding a buffalo and wearing Oakleys Will make him look real cool He's a dick! Fuck him! Asshole! Fuck him!
to the liquor store To buy himself a beer He parks his truck With a ten inch lift And stickers that sayd NO FEAR Out of his truck he struts inside With his OAKLEY
HERE COMES SANTA CLAUS (Gene Autry - Oakley Haldeman) « © '53 Western Music » Here comes Santa Claus here comes Santa Claus right down Santa
and oakley shades Fishing, wayne, silly jocks Nazis, midgets, new tube socks L.d. from m.r.&r. And fucking zeppelin man Hippies, harleys, pearl jam
And I'm seeing the real you at last. When I met you, baby You didn't show no visible scars You could ride like Annie Oakley You could shoot like Belle
They say I need some rogaine to put in my hair Work it out at the gym to fit my underwear Oakley makes the shades to transform a tool You'd hate
of the Southland And the day Duane Allman died With Barry Oakley by his side They took one last midnight ride We are brothers of the Southland Singers in
a parked car yeah But until the day you learn to surf or skate College jackoff faggots Sportin oakley shades All on rollerblades Crash helmets to be
hits a parked car, yeah But until the day, you learn to surf or skate College jack o fagget Sportin' Oakley blades yeah All on roller blades Crash
want to step? Go ahead and jet Now wake up from your dreamin' 'cause you're dealin' with the Pep Like Oakley from the Knicks, yes, I'm havin' a ball
Krunk juice bombs, Oakley shades Shawty got class, oh behave Let's get gone, walk it out (walk it out) Just like that; that's what I'm talkin' 'bout
Go ahead and jet Now wake up from your dreamin' 'cause you're dealin' with the Pep Like Oakley from the Knicks, yes, I'm havin' a ball You think
burned bright behind the Oakleys, He just had to get to grips. After a few long sips juice begin to lose flavour, She no longer gets to savour being
for whatever 'case I'm dealin with some next shit Rhymin type scenario, niggas only fell Stay dipped with Nike Airs, Oakleys, and pony tails Fuckin up
and yo it's givin me a boner I got thoughts of Annie Oakley But that buck toothed tramp in that last town she broke me And we didn't even fuck I
nobody do it Quite, like this (ay!) Ay! Shades on, them Oakley's to be exact Now when I sang my song, I'm a bring them hoes in the back And you know,
world's tryin' to make me crack, but it still ain't broke me I fall down and just rebound like Charles Oakley Hoes be like all he wanna do is poke me
hokey pokey, there's no time to be dokey Cause I come out to play every night like Charles Oakley Dissing around with wack rhyming You lose your
talk money, I talk that Crunk juice bombs, oakley shades Shawty got class, oh behave Lets get gone, walk it out (now walk it out) Just like that