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through the game, then rep for the borough
And there ain't no name that can make me shudder
Woke by a clock, and I wouldn't be alarmed
Nah
Sheero, how
Side by side there's five houseboat front porches
Astroturf, lawn chairs and tiki torches
Regular joes, rockin' the boat that's us
The Redneck Yacht
and jumped in the pool
She threw her pants over there by the little table
Well, one of the guys in the band picked up het panties
(he told me later the stuff
'cept get catched by dis' lil' stinker over heahhh!
'membuh, we's on broadway! muthafucker be buyin' dem tickets wants a lil' heart, a lil' soul...'n
Dashing through the snow
On a one-horse open sleigh,
Over the fields we go,
Laughing all the way;
Bells on bob-tail ring,
making spirits bright,
Words and music by Bob Hartman
Based on Psalm 104:4, Luke 3:6
When the weight of the world begins to show
When the flames of faith begin to die
Furniture in my nesting
But by force I'm suggesting
Ya count your blessings
I've got love and assurance
I've got new health insurance
And I've got
[Marc 7]
It's all splendid
Yeah, like Kevin Lockerbie
Rockin' some beige Wallabees
Blinded by the mockery
[Soup]
Time is never stoppin' me
Drop
Sipping that aquafina when he pop the pills in the morning
He cant knock feeling feeling worthless and unimportant
But he bob and weaving never ever
Bill ain't a sucka
Part one tripped y'all out part two is a motherfucker
Gimme some bob and I'll start by killing me
I'm dead so pass the bob G
Used to be thirsty, now I'm off that sour tip
I'm over water with the chick from custin Powers playing battleshits
Turds float, but I obliterate hope
So
Sparrows sit. A grOSbeak
betrays itself, by that
peculiar squeak--ary EFFECT
of SLIGHTest tinkling
measures. Soundness
pleasing ... We hear!
Does
Don't hurt me none, don't hurt my pride
'Cause I got my little lady right by my side
She's a-tryin' to hide
Pretendin' she don't know me
I's out
Don't hurt me none, don't hurt my pride
'Cause I got my little lady right by my side
She's a-tryin' to hide
Pretendin' she don't know me
I's out
to wear a hat to
Fuck like you mean it, Bob
Fuck like you mean it, Flo
Fuck like you got a reputation to uphold
Fuck like you mean it, Laurie
Fuck like you
crossing the river
Oh man, look at that sky so blue there's almost no clouds in the sky
It's the sound of Bob Dylan
Chris i quite the follower
There's some
to say hi
Standin' there like a mime and let the chance pass by
Back of my mind, "He could change your life
With all these beats I did, at least let him
to say hi
Standin' there like a mime and let the chance pass by
Back of my mind, "He could change your life
With all these beats I did, at least let him
was spoiling for a fight
But Jake rampaged against a knife in the hands of old Bob Stein
And over Jake they held a wake in the days of '49
In
to rock, YOU!
We're the kings of swing
And we're chosen to rule
The deans of clean inside the cool school
We're the chiefs of relief
Contained by wild
By Bob Hartman
Based on 1 John 5:11
First He calls out
Into your darkness
He woos gently
And you have to choose
But the choice is easy
It's light
Moving forward, dearly beloved
Make I and I recall
Bob's Son set in Babylon
Atop the very high mountain
Carving prophecy into rock
Blood from
The nighttime hears the wheels rush by
While lovers are fast asleep
There's Bob Wills and a ten piece band Rollin in an ol' Flex Bus
He played last night in
a'comin' and a chill is in the breeze
My Pirate days are over once the river starts to freeze
I'll be back in springtime but now I have to go
I hear there's
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