Double fistin' two pitchers of pale ale,
Both stale as fuck.
And all these busted females
Lined up at the bathroom,
In and out,
We know what they »
I Came to Party
Nine Lives
by Deuce
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light bright and pale
As we sip our ginger ale
I kiss you by the blinking signs
Don't get heavy, let's be light
On and on our merry way »
Woe Is Me
Lisbon
by The Walkmen
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Slow motion cigarettes hang from your sweaty lips five bottles of stale, pissy ale stumble to your pale wrists thin man with unkept hair clean shave, »
Well Wisher
The Streets of San Francisco
by Swingin' Utters
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double-fistin' two pitchers of pale ale,
both stale as fuck
And all these busted females
lined up at the bathroom,
in and out,
we know what they doin'
I »
I Came to Party
Nine Lives [f.y.e. Exclusive]
by Deuce
|
Double-fistin' two pitchers of pale ale,
Both stale as fuck.
And all these busted females
Lined up at the bathroom,
In and out,
We know what they doin'.
I »
I Came to Party
Nine Lives
by Deuce
|
a penguin in bondage, boy
Shake up the pale-dry
Ginger ale
Tremblin' like a penguin
When the battery fail
Lord, you must be havin' her jumpin' »
Penguin in Bondage
Roxy & Elsewhere
by Frank Zappa & the Mothers
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of rum,
'Till rushed up to the top of my head.
Then lookin' kinda pale,
I drank a glass of ale again.
Lift a toast to the past,
Drink to the future »
Can You Feel It
On Earth as It Is in Heaven
by Angel
|
of rum,
'Till rushed up to the top of my head.
Then lookin' kinda pale,
I drank a glass of ale again.
Lift a toast to the past,
Drink to the future »
Can You Feel It
Singles Collection, Vol. 2
by Angel
|
heroes
Moms was the only one there my pops was a no-show
And oh, I guess ya didn't know that I would grow to be so strong
Lookin' kinda pale, was it »
Papa'z Song
Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z.
by Wicked
|
them down like nails
Heals the pale, Scorpions wail, drink fire water ale
Inhale the meal of steel rails
Then I swing my back tail and dent your detail »
New Details
Monsters in the Closet
by Swollen Members
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both pale and wan.
The little Sir John he grew a long beard
And so became a man.
They have hired men with the scythes so sharp,
To cut him off »
John Barleycorn
Below the Salt
by Steeleye Span
|
My son, the vampire,
He will leave you pale.
All he does is drink your blood,
'cause he don't like ginger ale.
When they see him, people scream, »
My Son, the Vampire
Spooky Tunes & Scary Melodies
by Allan Sherman
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to the pub for a two shilling ale
The bread on the counter is going stale
If I don't get some fresh bread soon
Gonna punch you in your face and bark »
The Blarney Stone
The Mollusk
by Ween
|
for a two shilling ale
The bread on the counter is going stale
If I don't get some fresh bread soon
Gonna punch you in your face and bark at the moon »
The Blarney Stone
The Mollusk
by Ween
|
for a two shilling Ale
The bread on the counter is going stale
If I don't get some fresh bread soon
Gonna punch you in your face and bark at the moon »
The Blarney Stone [DVD]
Live in Chicago [Bonus CD]
by Ween
|
(kinky friedman & panama red)
She climbed the stairs that mornin'
Found him rather pale
His eyes they were the color
Of half-drunk ginger ale »
Somethin's Wrong with the Beaver
The Last of the Jewish Cowboys: The Best of Kinky Friedman
by Kinky Friedman
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bachelor party in the boom boom room
On trees get burned or liquor consumed
You ain't really seen a color till you seen it on shrooms
Lipstick on the pale »
Creep Show
Monster
by Killer Mike
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For a record sale a nigga'll sell his soul to go gold
And reach a large scale, sellin' for the pale male
And I can't tell, why for a hoe you grow »
Soul by the Pound
Can I Borrow a Dollar?
by Common Sense
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