Lyrics:
A man lives on the corner of the street,
And his neighbors think he's helpful and he's sweet,
'Cause he never swears and he always shakes you by
(Oh, the wine cooler)
Johnny Ryall is the bum on my stoop
I gave him fifty cents to buy some soup
He knows the time with the fresh Gucci watch
That's used by me when I'm not heard
I just go through life with my glasses blurred
It's like that, and that's the way it is
Huh!
You can see a lot
been kissed
Never been kissed by a lady called Amy
You're far out, you're fab and insane
A woman of the world, it's quite plain
My dad told me Amy's
And I'm gonna spend my time,
Drawing pictures in the sand for you.
And I'm gonna ride the tide[? ],
And I'm gonna make a rendezvous.
Sitting by
on in your parents' bedrooms
Sometimes I wanna get on TV and just let loose
But can't, but it's cool for Tom Green to hump a dead moose
"My bum is
Whatever happened to unity?
It is like that and that's the way it is
Disillusion is the word
That's used by me when I'm not heard
I just go through
von der Wassermelone
Digga, Maxwell, der Nigga macht die Miezen nass (bum, bum)
Super-Soaker-Drive-by ausm Schiebedach (blah)
Wir dealen mit Hasch,
it one hundun (One hundun)
RGS got the smoke, now who want some?
(Now who want some?)
Up the rup-a-bum-bum, make 'em run, run
(Rup-a-bum-bum)
She
Doktor Oetker u jest flexem
Widzę ją nago nie potrzebny rentgen niegrzecznie
Widzisz mnie nago to dzwoń po karetkę bum bum bum bum
Ripa wjechała tu metrem
Cieszyć się przyszłością, dawaj chodź chodź, pomysł mam
Pospiesz się, nim runie wszystko bum bum - to nasz plan
Miejską dżunglę podlewa kwaśny deszcz
Ba-da-bum, bum-bum-bum
Trying hard not to vomit on my bed
He says, I should say goodbye to all my friends
Before I die, need a little bit, I just need
That's used by me when I'm not heard
I just go through life with my glasses blurred
It's like that, and that's the way it is
Huh!
You can see a lot
if he is a girl?
What would I do with her?
What could I do for her?
A bum with no money
You can have fun with a son
But you got to be a father
Two engines on
Twenty-one coaches long
End to end
Twenty-one coaches bend
The watchman's out
Kickin' the bums about
If I wait for the right
biddy bum.
If I were a wealthy man.
I wouldn't have to work hard.
Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum.
If I were a biddy biddy rich,
ciecie kufajki
Dziś nie chcę smutku mam na to sporo czasu
Dziś ambarasem ragga muffin nie tarasuj
Ty weź się nie frasuj
Czasem chodzi o to by zrobić trochę
of rich folks spitting on bums
A lot of hoodlums
These are just the bums that are really pissed off
Why? Probably 'cause they been ripped off by
Good times and bum times, I've seen them all
And, my dear, I'm still here
Plush velvet sometimes
Sometimes just pretzels and beer, but I'm here
goin' on in your parents' bedrooms
Sometimes I wanna get on TV and just let loose
But can't, but it's cool for Tom Green to hump a dead moose
"My bum
Good times and bum times, I've seen them all
And, my dear, I'm still here
Plush velvet sometimes
Sometimes just pretzels and beer, but I'm here
By: jimmy buffett
1970
Every day held a new surprise
I watched the hunger burning in my sister's eyes
The paste-board shack we called a home
Would
Bum burnt on sight
Sex-ercise, in my German ride
Gyal tek' time tryna buck my pipe
My circle small, virgin size
Bum burnt on sight
Sex-ercise,
Pretty little Sally sat up by the tree trunk
White miniskirt with a Betty Boom bum
She had a ass like Deborah Cox, face like Lauryn
Waist like
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