Lyrics:
your daddy gayly
A Quaalude quitter is a bitch and a spitter
My Quaaludes come covered in glitter
And your glitter's covered in cum, uck
Gross, ew, what
safe tonight
I said now, Quaaludes, Quaaludes
Kept me holding on quaaludes, Quaaludes
Put the gun to my head quaaludes, Quaaludes
Kept me hanging
Bathroom cabinet, bet I'm grabbing it
Carton of Quaaludes, carton of Quaaludes
Under the kitchen sink, blue, orange, and pink
Carton of Quaaludes
and bends.
She's doin' quaaludes again.
Quaaludes again.
Quaaludes again.
If you've got aurora,
You know for shorra
She's your friend.
She's doin'
Quails quaffing quinine
Quails quaffing quinine
Quails quaffing quinine
With quaaludes
With quaaludes
Quite queer
Quails quaffing quinine
'Cause
Don't need no dance
I'mma just go to Japan
Red lights
Speeding inna Benz
Sake and Henny
Quaaludes, got no xans
I'mma do what I do
Don't got the pack
Uh
On the road skirting Pirellis
Miami shirt powdered nose got me moving like Vercetti
Whole lotta Quaaludes I'm so faded
I gamble with my life like
How we fuckin' all the time but I hate you
Bodies draggin on the floor like some quaaludes
Momma worried I've been takin all these drugs but it ain't
I've been thinking about you
I'm sitting here alone
I'm sitting here
I'm sitting here on the toilet
On the shitter popping quaaludes
You make me
It sure beats Quaalude's
It sure beats cocaine
Even Freud recommends it
Cause it relieves the strain
Altogether now
Some people say it sends
what a night
(Nothing like a fucking Quaalude
I'll tell you they were the fucking best
Having sex on a Quaalude
You thought you died and went to heaven
zum Einschlafen wie Quaaludes
Ich mach' Mucke, bis ich sterbe, Bruder
Stay tuned
Gebt mir bisschen mehr von der Patte
Kein'n Pelz
Halt' den Kreis klein,
seen the Quaaludes video where it's that fat man from Brooklyn screaming at the top of his lungs about Quaaludes? Y'know, “the big man, he's the voice
of new ‘Ghinis full throttle
c Quaalude she love me tomorrow
You lil' boys is my daughters
Said you lil' boys is my daughters
Get in there get in there
grew up in your back yard
Come back to us Barbara Lewis
Hare Krishna Beauregard
Selling bibles at the airports
Buying Quaalude's on the phone
Hey,
Please don't take them Quaaludes. Please don't take that drive.
We're praying that you'll make it through the Seventies alive.
Growing up in Tennessee,
Tequila
Mockingbird, mockingbird, I copped her a new Beamer
Oh yes she fly away, cicada, but another Quaalude
She be back
She be back
Yeah you
And all the sailors who were junkies
All went sailing out to sea
And the white man sold quaaludes to the monkeys
And they all died high up in
Easter Bunny well done tasted good
Peter Pan hung out with fairies
Tinkerbell got blown away
Mary Poppins O.D.'d on Quaaludes
Yo, a word to call my friends
grew up in your back yard
Come back to us Barbara Lewis
Hare Krishna Beauregard
Selling bibles at the airports
Buying Quaalude's on the phone
Hey,
for
He'll pass it around on the candy floor
Once you take his little toys
He's gonna give you some quaaludes
Bill Cosby, mmm mmm yellow
Mmm mmm yellow
Lappen verwehren
Was haben wir im Kofferraum nur Kiloweise Schnee
MDMA, Crystal Meth, und dazu noch LSD
Benzos, Zigarren und dazu Amphetamin
Quaaludes und
fue
Entre la coca y el quaaludes
Mi ingenuidad furibunda
Quería realizarse en la raíz de menos uno
Relámpago de impotencia
Se me rompió la cuerda en el
toda se me fue
Entre la coca y el quaaludes
Mi ingenuidad furibunda
Quería realizarse en la raíz de menos uno
Relámpago de impotencia
Se me rompió la
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