Lyrics:
to button your fly Tijuana place a Bette Midler
Oh drop dead lock stock and bugle coral reefer man
Every Marlon Brando gave him a great big handstand
hard! Stay hard!
Hear the bugle call in golden starlight
We're on highway to heaven
Don't hide like a thief in the night
You've got a heart of gold
strumming your guitar
I could hear the distant drums
And sounds of bugle calls were coming from afar
They were closer now Fernando
Every hour every minute
farting tongue pressed
Tightly to his teeth
He blew back with his
Bugle of an asshole"
I called the president
In the White House
I sat in my office
soldier home
He's seen the glory, he's told his story
Of battles glorious and deeds victorious
The bugles cease now, he is at peace now
Far from those
soldier home
He's seen the glory, he's told his story
Of battles glorious and deeds victorious
The bugles cease now, he is at peace now
Far from those
Oh hark! the drums do beat, my love, no longer can we stay.
The bugle-horns are sounding clear, and we must march away.
We're ordered down
up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying
at a bugle call he stood proud and tall. There went our baby.
Tho' seasons change, hand in hand we travel on,
Still in love, Tho' Autumn's Coming On.
are belonging, dear babie, to thee
O fear not the bugle, though loudly it blows
It calls but the warders that guard thy repose
Their bows would be
and softly strumming your guitar
I could hear the distant drums
And sounds of bugle calls were coming from afar
They were closer now, Fernando
Every hour
bitches
right up to the wall.
Shout to them all,
bugle call,
so they know
until I’m 40 feet below,
past they’re plateau,
it comes to this shit, I’m
Winchester’s gun
Each creak in the stud is a stampede in the hall
She ducks behind her Tiffany stained glass
She hears the bugle ring as that last soldier
Im bout my chips an im talkin bugles
I hate these killas that live on computers
If you ever run into to me
Better keep that same energy
Cause you know
cock in your culo
I'm making pasta and noodles
Your bitch's taco is beautiful
I'm at the chips like it's Bugles
I'm Tom Jones it's unusual
The beat is
The snood upon thy yellow hair
When thou hast heard his name upon
The bugles of the cherubim
Begin thou softly to un-zone
Thy girlish bozom unto him
the bugle boy blame the runner blame anyone else but me
Your gypsy tongue gives a light too blinding to see
These old shoes are the only souls that I have
want wut i got
VIP at Saks fifth cuz I shop there a lot
Grew up wearing bugle boy jeans
Now I’m stepping n trues selling
Looking clean
Thinks it’s a game
farting tongue pressed
tightly to his teeth
he blew back with his
bugle of an asshole"
I called the president
In the White House
I sat in my office
Her shining hour is long since passed
Her future it is fading fast
While all around the bugle plays
Shes made of yesterdays
Her mother says she did
operandi
Yaki Mob vet, Bitch Mob vet
Pretty Boy saint, she wanna beget
Motherfuck a blog, fuck a cassette
Fuck 5K, put the shit in a gazette
Daily Bugle
Yeah, yeah im working
Some things will never change
On everything
I never claimed to desire fame
But my name gotta ring
Like bugle horns
Like kings
the sky up above
The stars will dance and make love
And then I'll remember
That last evening with her
Rockin' Our Last Roll
When the bugle will call
I'll
The Japs had hit the harbor and the Third Reich taken France
Freddie turned 16 at Warren Easton's High School Dance
A scrawny Boogie Bugle Boy just
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