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You are drunk and you were surely
In Latino lover mode We all know what's on your agenda You have broken the code Oh, I've got no right to lay claim to her frame She's not my possession Aaaaaaaahhhhhh! But get your hands off my woman motherfucker Get your hands off my woman motherfucker Octoped, you've got six hands too many And you can't keep them to yourself You're too fat and too old to marry So they left you on the shelf Oh, I've got no right to lay claim to her frame But you soiled my obsession Get your hands off my woman motherfucker Get your hands off my woman motherfucker Get your hands off my woman motherfucker Get your hands off my woman motherfucker Ow! Get your hands off my woman motherfucker Get your hands off my woman motherfucker (Big fuck-off, shiny piano solo with awesome shouts) Get your hands Get your hands Get your hands Get your hands Motherfucker Get your hands Get your hands Get your hands Get your hands Motherfucker |
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| 2. |
| 4:24 |
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Ran out of time
Running my mouth Ran up a tab and all the way from Kalamazoo On my way back home I was surely stoned Now I'm sober in my yard Can't believe I was there Can't believe I've been anywhere else If there was a time I almost forgot We had me drifting all the way from Kalamazoo and I said I love you too All the way back home There's an old joke I just made up How many of me would it take to screw up your life? One to settle down, One to turn you 'round Now I'm sober in my yard I was gonna say you have to be there but I forget that you're still there Seems like you'd be frozen Frozen there in time Waving your goodbyes Up to the sky Place on the map Is fading away I must have been lost in more than one way Kalamazoo Don't you know that I've been there too? And it'd put your mind more at ease If you'd say these words and release All the way back home |
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| 3. |
| 3:11 |
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Adelaide
On a plane Far from the united states Of LA Dropping in from outer space Takes a day Now I see the Bogans At the motor race Here you know the world could turn Or crash and burn And you would never know it Going where the air is clear There's better beer in Adelaide Charlie L. Smith's forty Someone spiked my rice The rest, history Now I am a fixture down Rundle Mall Watching as the locals pass Silver balls I can see their eyes are round They're pointed down They scan the spanning sidewalks Learning that there is no hurry Fuss or worry Adelaide Ah ah ah ah Ah ah ah ah Ah ah ah ah Ah ah ah ah It's raining In Adelaide A face is waiting in a window A voice says Why Adelaide You could live anywhere and I say Because I want to Because I want to I really really want to And you know the earth could turn Or crash and burn And you would never know it Really got to make it to the finish line Get the record done on time Pack the bags And catch a flight And you can kiss my ass goodbye I'm in Adelaide Adelaide Adelaide Adelaide |
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| 4. |
| 5:10 |
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I'm trolling food court for girls
Yeah, it's the best job in the world They know they're safe with me They love my little mustache They love a man in uniform Ooh With my sunglasses they can't See what I'm really looking at And as they're walking by I whisper through my doughnut Hey baby, baby light that ass on fire Yeah How long must this day go on? I got to stand here two more hours till I Punch the clock All alone in this great big mall Ooh No kid, they don't give me a gun I don't get paid enough to run So you can call me what you want I'll be hanging at the check out Checking out your girlfriend Figure out how she's going to fit all of that Butt into that underwear - yeah Yeah Hey girl if you can't recall Where you parked your daddy's car Then I could help you out All alone in this great big mall Oh How long must this day go on? I got to stand here two more hours Till it's Miller Time All alone in this great big mall Whoa I'm trolling food court for girls I whisper through my doughnut I whisper through my doughnut I whisper through my doughnut Hey baby baby, hey baby baby baby Light that Light that ass on fire Alright, that's good |
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| 5. |
| 2:02 |
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I'm getting down to the last pair of shoes
Can't even win the nickel bet Because them that's got Are them that gets and I ain't seen nothing yet I see folks with fine cars and fancy clothes That's why they're called the smarter set Because they manage to get What them that's got supposed to get And I ain't seen nothin' yet Them that gots is Them that gets Is something I can't see You got to get something 'Fore you can get something How you get the first Is still a mystery to me I see folks with fine car and fancy clothes That's why they're called the smarter set Because they manage to get What them that's got supposed to get And I ain't seen nothin' yet I ain't seen nothing yet I ain't seen nothing yet |
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