Lyrics:
pants
I never get the chance
This is a fine romance
Yes, a fine romance, my dear judges
Two old fogies who need crutches
True love should have
pants
I never get the chance
This is a fine romance
Yes, a fine romance, my dear judges
Two old fogies who need crutches
True love should have
pants
I never get the chance
This is a fine romance
Yes, a fine romance, my dear judges
Two old fogies who need crutches
True love should have
the seals in the Arctic Ocean
At least they flap their fins to express emotion
A fine romance, my dear Duchess
Two old fogies, we really need crutches
the seals in the Arctic Ocean
At least they flap their fins to express emotion
A fine romance, my dear Duchess
Two old fogies, we really need crutches
the seals in the Arctic Ocean
At least they flap their fins to express emotion
A fine romance, my dear Duchess
Two old fogies, we really need crutches
the seals in the Arctic Ocean
At least they flap their fins to express emotion
A fine romance, my dear Duchess
Two old fogies, we really need crutches
the seals in the Arctic Ocean
At least they flap their fins to express emotion
A fine romance, my dear Duchess
Two old fogies, we really need crutches
a homophobe, an "Old Fashioned" fogy
A religious nut, I'm a voice in the wilderness
It's all about grass trees and what sits between your knees
Everyone being
the seals in the Arctic Ocean
At least they flap their fins to express emotion
A fine romance, my dear Duchess
Two old fogies, we really need crutches
calmer than the seals in the Arctic Ocean
At least they flap their fins to express emotion
A fine romance, my dear Duchess
Two old fogies, we really
the seals in the Arctic Ocean
At least they flap their fins to express emotion
A fine romance, my dear Duchess
Two old fogies, we really need crutches
Open ya gullet and fill it up with the suds of
A gallon of gold liquid, a cold pitcher, ya picture it
Old fogies' and young rogues their funds go
and old fogies
Kicking smooth up with the homies
Me and my crew drinking brew
Watching for the police
We got our booty calls and our party packs
And your
All we can do is goin on (oh what's goin on?)
Used to play cach now the kiddies catch a bad one
Shit like this, old fogies, you never had none
Shorty
the midst and off a buoyancy
Skys open
We be rolling stiff joints like old fogies
Gnostix is the fast cars not the slow coaches
Ryalls rhymes
Flow through
the salsa with the old fogies
Eatin runny guacomole green like bogies
I'm litsenin to the sounds and I don't mind neither
Shakin a leg with a funny old
Calling out "red rover"
Send my buddy over
When the fiesta
Turns into siesta
There's nothing any better
Reminding me of old days
When our friends all liked
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