Lyrics:
Drivin’ ‘em wild in his Wrangler jeans
Hell, even his sleigh was painted John Deere green
He said he’s always been a country boy at heart
I saw Santa in
the world knew
I really listened, now you see what I done turned to
Was just a kid at John Herbert, now I'm turnt too
Just put a four up in this wood, so I'm
I started out to write you this letter,
But it ended up another song.
I am sorry that the news can’t be better, dear John.
When we started out I
john's stand strong never bow down
Back off or get clapped dog right about pow
For east to the west, up north to down south
We show you how to really
from afar
Plus she with a crew they all got it going on
She came over and asked me if my name was John
I said "Yeah, John Doe, so what's it
for the street
Heavy, ghetto sweet breezing through the evening
Bam, I'm on the lounge path for the warm blast
Got the john shaft cocked back
at the same spot
What's my name?
[Chorus] (2x)
[Vocoder Box:]It's John Doe
[DJ Quik:] 4-5's spittin' up outta the
[Vocoder Box:]Four Door
[DJ Quik:] No
I'm gonna tell Aunt Mary 'bout Uncle John
He said he had the misery but he got a lot of fun
Baby, yeah now baby
Woo baby, some fun tonight
I
of John, I get it all wrong
I read you for some kind of poem
Covered in lines, the fossils I find
Have they no life of their own?
So can we pretend
down, John, you fat mother
Hamilton is out of control
This is great he's out of power
He holds no office
And he just destroyed President John Adams
The Schuyler sisters
Alexander
Hi
It's good to see your face
Angelica, tell this man John Adams spends the summer with his family
Angelica, tell my wife
of John, I get it all wrong
I read you for some kind of poem
Covered in lines, the fossils I find
Have they no life of their own?
So can we pretend
Are they gonna keep on replacing whoever's in charge?
If so, who's next?
There's nobody else in their country who looms quite as large
John Adams?
Mr. John Flansburgh: "Hey,
this is John of They Might Be Giants.
You might know me better as one of the guys from They
Might Be Giants. You know,
to mi pum pum yea
One man to mi pum pum yea
One man to mi pum pum yea
One man to mi pum pum yea
One man
One man mi seh with a big long john mi seh
Every
pa todo el mundo
Anda
(A bailar el Mapeye)
(Cheo se lo canta a usted)
Y mira para John, John que va pa' Vieques
Me está esperando, Benita
(A
there's no need to cry
I'm comin' home..
Leave em on, leave em on I'm comin' home
Leave em on, brother John's comin' home
Wake up momma, turn your lamp down low
Wake up momma, turn your lamp down low
You got no nerve baby, to turn Uncle John from your door
I woke up
से
marry ka don boby ka john
marry ka don boby ka john
किसी ना किसी से है प्यार किसी का
कोई ना कोई बीमार किसी का
किसी ना किसी से है प्यार किसी का
कोई
'cause you're playing with fire
Your mother she's an heiress, owns a block in Saint John's Wood
And your father'd be there with her
If he only could
wasn't shit to me my nigga, now you try and call
You wasn't with me in the gym, you wasn't John Wall
The penitentiary got me sittin' here like "Fuck
be John Travolta to Olivia Newton-John
You, me, heading down the road now
In front of seven billion souls now
Just keep your eyes on the highway
All the history of wars I invent in my head
Little Lou, Ugly Jack, Prophet John
All the history of wars I invent in my head
Little Lou, Ugly Jack,
so how can I tell
Deuces to me are all aces
Life is to me just a bore
Faces are all open spaces
You might be John Barrymore
You came along say I
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