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What the well-dressed man will desire
When he's struttin' down the street with his sweetie-pie
Sun tan, shade of green
Or an olive drab color »
What The Well Dressed Man In Harlem Will Wear Composers on Broadway: Irving Berlin
by Irving Berlin
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arms
The flowers bloom where you haved placed them
And the lady smiles, just like mom
Angels wings are icing over
McDonnell-Douglas olive drab »
Sweethearts Key Lime Pie
by Camper Van Beethoven
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Wearing an olive drab
But feeling somehow inside opalescent
Wonder how I'm managing to smile oh
When I can't even pay my rent
Maybe it's because »
Lysergic Bliss Satanic Panic in the Attic
by Of Montreal
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a death, a dirty smelling girl
Shit decisions, no provisions, filling veins with juice
Of chaos
(Chorus)
Painted face, olive drab, swollen hole, »
Living Through Me (Hell's Wrath) The Great Southern Trendkill
by Pantera
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approaches high up in the sky
Death from above
From the bellies of the flying fortresses in olive drab
Hells fire pouring down upon the earth »
Death from Above Destroyer of Worlds
by Bathory
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a wretched hag
Timmy blinked and opened his eyes
He was washing pots
With an army rag
Our hero's life turned olive drab
He was cast into a four year »
Timmy Tucker Headseed
by moe.
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