Lyrics:
a star (That’s what mama told me)
Mama used to say take your time
Well I’m a pickpocket when I design rhymes
Every little step I take like Bob Brown
You can surf if you want to, on my waves
I caress your soft body on those mellow nights
A continuous thing, to the morning light
It's reality, it's
Bronx Style Bob is in the house, what you wanna do? (Party!)
Hen-Gee is in the house, what you wanna do, homeboy? (Party!)
My man Shaquel is in
to things like
Dancing close together And going hey
Those were the days well those days are
Probably gone forever, I don't know
Unless Nixon is going
it
We all go through plenty struggles
What don’t kill us, make us stronger
Sit down, take a shot of bourbon
Its the little things in life, like
a little know how
No time for the piggies or the hoosegow
Get smart get down with the pow wow
Never been a better time than right now
Bob Marley poet
shoulder... ? Aw, you're fulla shit, man... ah, listen, by the way, before I go on; did you get those white albums I sent ya with the pencil on the front... ?
seen some ugly trees
There was a werewolf honkin'
'Long the side of me
I'm mean 'n I'm bad, why'know I ain't no sissy
Got a big-titty girly by
and then Tommy and at last was Dan
By then dad's hair was turning white and I had to be my mama's little man
But it seemed that as daddy's back grew weak
My
[Verse 1: Tom Niland]
Taking so much drugs, I lost my focus
No way out depression, need a Moses
Swimming in daydreams, surrounded by crocus
Swimming
can't get in your show
I'll take my tom tom and go
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
While you were mine
I got so hazy
While you passed by
I found my answer
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
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
the rustler when Tom Horn was in the hill
If you rode the Laramie Valley, by either day or night
You can be right sure he's watchin' you through his rifle
Time goes by so slowly
Time goes by so slowly
Time goes by so slowly
I don't know what to do
Every little thing that you say or do
I'm hung up
Man, those were the days (those were the days)
We listened to the songs Bob Dylan wrote
We sat there stoned and amazed
We forgot to eat, we forgot
Jean Claude: Now Madame Blueberry was a sad little berry
She lived by herself in a house in a tree.
Her butlers would show up each morning at nine
Time goes by so slowly
Time goes by so slowly
Time goes by so slowly
I don't know what to do
Every little thing that you say or do
I'm hung up
Big Benjamin's, my etiquette
Black shades on, black excellence
Big ego, yea settlin'
Turn the lights on, Tom Edison
Oh, we on we on like we are
the morning, I'll make you up
Some tea and toast"
Well, they met through a friend who introduced them
And the first thing Tom said was, "Would you like
our home was blessed
When daddy'd say mama sing a song
Sister left home first I guess then Bob and Tommy and Dan
By then dad's hair was turning grey
with his pistol packin' mama
And God didn't make the little green apples
With the Halloween grin and the shaving tackle
Another worrying thing for
our lips locked
The only lady that never gets pissed off
And if there's one thing I know
It's how to roll a J and let it burn real slow
For those
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
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