Lyrics:
We're an oyster cracker on the stew
And the honey in the tea
We're the sugar cubes, one lump or two
In the black coffee
The golden crust
Hey everyone (Hi)
I wrote this little song (Song)
About this time that I (This time)
ate oyster crackers (Oyster crackers)
and I got salt on my
We're an oyster cracker on the stew
And the honey in the tea
We're the sugar cubes, one lump or two
In the black coffee
The golden crust
Seein my sins
Is why im stretchin my hands
An Skyline wit the oyster cracker cus its chili outside
Why don't I give you a ride
One day yeah you can be
in tea bags (I am coming)
A prisoner's water lives in a tin cup (I am coming across the line)
Knishes live in the deli (I am setting)
Oyster crackers
yay yay yeah
Let's get it
Cut those lights on froze ice on
Green with me like a whole python
Wrist chillie where the oyster crackers at
Won the chip I'm
woman
Tink mi mash up and swear seh mi drunk
Mi under mi crackers, oysters an mi conch, gal
Put mi to di test and swear
Mi ago flunk a catch mi whan
mayonnaise oysters needles and crackers
Liftin' water bags and doin' them calisthenics
No more beef and pork, just chicken turkey fish and lettuce
I heard
cart’s and lay on the beach
Play some put-put golf and have some crab legs to eat
Dabble on some of those oysters and crackers
Slip off to the FloraBama
I'm 34 giving out this sugar D
Titanic black pearls eating with oyster with a cracker B
Lump behind my head so you know she steady grabbing me
Hit you
Hat bandanna Graham cracker jackhammer in
A nail file suit your self-serviceman
The world's my oyster soup kitchen floor wax museum
Autographed
Hat bandanna Graham cracker jackhammer in
A nail file suit your self-serviceman
The world's my oyster soup kitchen floor wax museum
Autographed
. .
Mr. Como!
Are you quite through?
Well!
Well, listen to this . . .
I went and dug for oysters,
in the Klondike Rush,
I lost
I HAVE THE POWER
Too hot to handle.
Look at the all these scandals.
Crackers entangled,
Mangled and left in shambles.
Wearing socks with sandals,
butter-soft brothers talk tough on wax but ain't sell shit
Every cracker that rap ain't the Elvis
My Aqualung Cult-ivates the Blue Oyster shellfish
I design
peeling potatoes
Grandma is bringing her Ambrosia salad,
Sweet yams, and fresh clams to pleasure the palate
Crackers and patés and stinky old cheeses
to retire
Never had that raw oyster yet, what it's hitting for
Got ya main chick on the line, Ion't want it if she difficult
Asking all these questions baby
butter-soft brothers talk tough on wax but ain't sell shit
Every cracker that rap ain't the Elvis
My Aqualung Cult-ivates the Blue Oyster shellfish
I design
la la la la la
Is when you're dancing close to me
Takе me out to the ball game
Oh, takе me out to the back
Oh, buy me some peanuts and Cracker Jacks
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