Lyrics:
This is a cover of a song by The Beatle's.
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I once had a girl
Or, shall I say, she once had me.
Parody of Free As A Bird by The Beatles.
Gee, I'm a nerd
Seen each Star Trek eighty times
Memorized each word
Home alone
On Friday nights
But I got
Blackbird fly
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Cover session with Dave Grohl. Original song by the Beatles.
By noon, Vanilla Fudge and the Woolies start paying their dues
All evening Ike Turner and Aretha right with the Drifters
And the Coasters in
of the blueberry, big bottle of Titos
Count the plaques on the wall, like I sing for the Beatles
Went from label to label, changed my name to Clark Gabel
Tony
of the blueberry, big bottle of Tito's
Count the plaques on the wall, like I sang for The Beatles
Went from label to label, changed my name to Clark Gabel
Tony
Sitting in our mansion,
Guarded by expansion,
Questioning our motives and our means
Wondering why this isn't like the dream.
Walls of wealth
climb the corporate ladder
Buy, sell, and liquidate
Maybe be just like the Beatles
Melodic, rocking heavyweights
I could learn to sing and dance
If I
why they stay down, they loyal citizens of Zamunda
By way of A-T-L; if you disagree
don't even look at me ho don't pass go just go straight to jail
With
Dad sold every record he ever owned
Floyd and Zeppelin, Beatles, Stones
A lifetime of music gone just to get me through
Mama always had her
between the races
He hold the rock, call for sweatshops
Guard the set shop replaced by sex shops
The highest bidder, no room for the quitter
Game seven
the Beatles
Malfunctioning, the SL Board without the EQ
Fuck fuck fuck bitch I'll bust a nut all over that gut
Buck buck buck souffle you lay you then I'm
and eagles
But I'm lost and feeble wondering if this restarts the needle
Look around, do you spot Tech
In front of seventy thousand at RockFest
By the way
between the races
He hold the rock, call for sweatshops
Guard the set shop replaced by sex shops
The highest bidder, no room for the quitter
Game seven
everywhere that i turn love is getting burned
by a pretty face and a cocktail
so much pain is left in the trail
so hurry up
you better cover up
you
Les get freaky by the beaches
Yeah we dance till the sun is at its peak yeah
White bitch pourin' White Claw by the liter
Yeah the hottest in
be surprised to find
My little good-byes
Empty hangers by the closet floor
Lipstick tube on the bathroom floor
Unpaid bills by the kitchen phone
I
guess
I had a gift, Hawaiian so potent zoning off bong rips
I painted houses all summer, they paid by the shift
My boss was an enterprising white kid,
ain't no need for talkin'
Keep your opinions, when I'm finished, you gon' need a coffin
Out in my city, cameras flashing like The Beatles walkin'
it don't matter if this platter's a single
Needin' needles like the Beatles needin' Ringo
From the beginnin' I told you how to see through the linen
I can see the lies all of the lies they see Through
When i hit the road i walk out like the beatles
Road is made of gold, ur on some pins and Needles
She's in love with me and I feel fine, mm
Originally by The Beatles
a brick back,
Now I'ma move it by day nigga six macks,
And ain't no runnin' off with yay shootin' big straps,
Forty cals, S.k's with no kick back,
Get
Frenchie with the bitties
Hit up Remy for the pretty gang
Lately I feel like a Beatle
I'm Paulie McCartney just rocking Moschino
Moscato or Pinot
I
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