Soy un perdedor I'm a loser, baby So why don't you kill me? Soy un perdedor I'm a loser, baby So why don't you kill me? Hey I am, I am, I am I said I
Cut my life into pieces, this is my last resort Suffocation, no breathing Don't give a **** if I cut my arm bleeding This is my last resort 'Cause I'
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It's Christmas at Ground Zero There's music in the air The sleigh bells are ringing and the carolers are singing While the air raid sirens blare It's
I don't care if you wreck my car or shave off all my hair You can go and run your vacuum during my favorite show And I'll let you call up folks in Europe
Found a job in a great big office And I really love this place I got my, my very own Scotch tape dispenser And I got a private parking space, ha And
Oh, I couldn't live a single day without you Actually, on second thought, well, I suppose I could Anyway, what I'm trying to say is, honey, you're the
[12th Street Rag/Euday L. Bowman] You're takin' to me good, Just like you know you should. You get me on my knees, Please, baby, please. [State of Shock
Help me out, dig All I do is grunt and groan, hurts me to walk anywhere Went to see my physician, Dr. Jones He took my trousers off, told me to cough
Got to work late 'cause my alarm was busted The boss chewed me out and everybody's disgusted 'Cause it's one of those days It's just one of those days
-hoo P-p-p-polka face p-p-polka face P-p-p-polka face p-p-polka face Oh no you can't read my p-p-polka face p-p-p-polka face p-p-p-polka face
's why this what you need, I'll give you what you need Yah, yah, yah, do the Harlem polka, everybody now Yah, yah, yah, do the Harlem polka She's got
Rock the cradle of love Rock the cradle of love Yes, the cradle of love Don't rock easy, it's true Rock the cradle of love I rocked the cradle of love
here I know who I wanna take me home I know who I wanna take me home I know who I wanna take me home Take us home. ["Way Moby Polka" by Al Yankovic
[Jocko Homo/Devo] They tell us that we lost our tails, Evolving up from little snails. I say it's all just wind and sails. Are we not men, we are Devo
declare, I got a flair for patterns. On my hair, the clothes I wear, my savoir faire is patterns. All I see are patterns, the patterns that repeat! Hey! A polka
If I could stick my hand in my heart Spill it all over the stage Would it satisfy you, would it slide on by you? Would you think the boy is strange, ain
They only show you their gums when they smile Ain't got a tooth in their heads now, how vile Only can eat things like pudding and apple sauce They never
