Lyrics:
that Davy Jones died
But what they said is rabid bones are dried
So I'll be first to sing in tribute
Just in case that Davy Jones does die
When I was
the man known as Jambalaya Jones
Wife beaters, cookie eaters, man cheaters, Tom Steeters
Men of all sizes and shapes; he did not discriminate
Black, white,
stanley Crouch
Comments on his album Ain't No Ambulances
For No Nigguhs Tonight that
Uh, Chuck Berry was doing, like
A very heavy thing
A very rock and roll
he's always well prepared
He's the most peculiar man you'll ever meet
You know he's not the king of bedside manor
He's not the Tom Jones that lives
Louboutin and I super grind
VS stones, they super shine
I pop the Perc, I get super high
And I drill your bitch, root canal
I rock Tom Ford, Concords
And I
whip on chrome
My money long
I stand on top of the world and spit on Jones
Your album so what we heard you was coming soon
Yeah the song with
Louboutin and I super grind
VS stones, they super shine
I pop the Perc, I get super high
And I drill your bitch, root canal
I rock Tom Ford, Concords
And I
Extremely dangerous
Tom Jones, classic man, gang style, Taliban
I came home better than I left serious
I left home and did it all again, I know
You
with Sprewells on my fifth wheel
My album Who Is Mike Jones, coming soon
My album Who Is Mike Jones, coming soon
Already, I pull up on Perellis with
tonight
Overnight superstar, the spotlight
Eating dinner next to Tom Cruise
Getting props from Trackmasters to Ja Rule
In between some bomb fool
Baby momma
have been the only thing that cloaks
Every potent haunted notion that festers up to the morning
Tom Brady when I score it
PxP bout to be touring
Honest
ain't know
Skull and cross bones maybe dull but not broke
The host of calm flows the ghost of tom jones
The roast of blonde hoes the coast only dawn
whip on chrome
My money long
I stand on top of the world and spit on Jones
Your album so what we heard you was coming soon
Yeah the song with
on the brain
We're drivin' the road like old Tom Joad
Just to bang an out of tune guitar!
Boston, Detroit, Duluth by the Bay
Giggin in the Capitol Dome
Denver,
the bridge and the clay
where all your hope will fade away
You know it cuts me to the bone
I could've been the next Tom Jones
And one day I'll wake up
And feel
mijn leven
Ja ik blijf gewoon
Lekker doodgewoon
En als ik zin heb sta ik te zingen
Al ben ik geen Tom Jones
Borsato of de Stones
Maar iedereen
c'est pas du Michel Louvain, c'est pas du Tom Jones
J'fais pas comme les autres, c'est dans l'underground que j'me vautre
J'écris quand j'me lève
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
like a photo album
Public awareness like a farrakhan, Nelson and Malcom
I stress MCees like midlife crisis
With more killa lines than cocaine laced
the song
No one picks like Bill Monroe and don't George Jones sing great
I can tell that the people care by the people at my gate
Webb Pierce invites
Got a cheesy poem in my head
Tom Jones is my favourite singer
Dreamy thoughts are calling me
Again I am in love and she's not here
Do you think
her nose
The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb or Francis Scott Keys
Nor sung by Glen Campbell, Tom Jones, Johnny Cash
Engelbert
her nose
The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb or Francis Scott Keys
Nor sung by Glen Campbell, Tom Jones, Johnny Cash
Engelbert
On my sleeve)
I’m in the go
Writing albums in the sky
I’m coast to coast
And I’m busting up my demons till they ghost
All that hopeless shit nah I don’t
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