Lyrics:
he didn't quite
Bob and Mae come up from little town
Way down by lake Texoma where he coaches football
They were two A champions now for two years
means I was retarded
Drank tequila
Hammered like Bob Vila in her apartment
I walked outside with Tom Knight, drunk
And we came up with this great idea
to the bottom of the thing as the guy is pushing it out, and then obviously off-camera somebody's goin': "no! get it back!" ...and they drag it
Just a little bit
chair
Cause if there's one thing that I like about those girls, it's their hair.
I want hair like you
(Don't wanna be a slob)
I want hair like you
(Just
a little trippy, then I transitioned (yeah)
New attitude mixed with that pure raw (uh)
The night game, your girl called
She like, "Do me, baby, down
a little trippy, then I transitioned (yeah)
New attitude mixed with that pure raw (uh)
The night game, your girl called
She like, "Do me, baby, down
quite a while you know
A little big animal
That went through hell
All of his short life
Just to please us
Industrial farming
Is a terrible thing
just those little things that you do
I'll never again,
I never wanna be, never gonna be next to you,
You know, I'll never again,
I never wanna be never
around the clock
I had her daughter, the princess riding my jock
I knocked the freak off like a crazy retard
Then I took a little trip into a deck
not polite
Pipe down before you start a fight
-you don't say, teacher, is that right?
Aha, but tom paine looked ahead
And to those tories thomas said
the darkness, rewinded time and
Saw my life a little hazy toward the back of my mind, so
Colors lost in clouds trumped by fog machines set to infinity
So I
Yielded.
Break …
Heard him cackling and tapping
far ahead, bob-y-lee,
twice as far at least.
Hear the note of phoebe. Note of
chickadee. Little music
popping things for their cranium that is dangerous
I never sell my soul for a temporary flavourless
Quest that is governed by the devil dog
I use to sit in
what a twist
Adventure's unrelenting
Cost Bob his left wrist
Now wasn't that a nice little tune,
Welcome back to Picklety Live
We're at four PM in
the sleepy front porch lights
Downtown the store's alive
As the evening's underway
Things been a little tight
But I know they're gonna turn my way
down
(It's true they've been for centuries,
walking by it and saying, you know,
London Bridge really is falling down, poor thing,
it just fell down in
where I come from, who's my friends?
Who's responsible for this little spot that I'm in?
Yo, I see them all playing in my car when I drive by
Telling all
serving hate to those who perpertrating
[Mr. Shadow]
That's pretty much how I feel
So I tell them haters you can only witness what you see
Not the things
the rustler when Tom Horn was in the hill
If you rode the Larame Valley by either day or night
You can be right sure he's watchin' you through his rifle
astray, and there
will be a great confusion as to where things really are, and nobody will
really know where lieth those little things with the sort
uh
I was playing at a little place down the road called Billy Bob's
What a place
Especially back in those days
And, um
A friend of mine, Mr.
the lines in between
What they feel you want to hear and what they truly think
But you're twisting my words meaning awful things
When you speak of me with
surrounded by a bouquet
The moment that you replay
You is I rewind the tape
Still haven't seen you so I wait for the moment that you awake
For heaven's sake
are migratory?
ARTHUR: Not at all, they could be carried.
GUARD #1: What -- a swallow carrying a coconut?
ARTHUR: It could grip it by the husk!
GUARD
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