Yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah Yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah Cheers to the fricken' weekend I drink to that, yeah-e-yeah Oh, let the Jameson
All we do is bullshit and party and bullshit some more All we do is bullshit and party on a global ? That's that bullshit, let's party That's that bullshit
3 in the morning You know I'm horny So why don't you come over my place? Put a smile on my face Leavin' the club Shawty hurry up So we can get this party
I know that you're an ocean after the storm has come to stay. I know that you're the sirens after the sun has gone away. I know that just the smallest
Pair of boots and a sack of clothes Free and easy down the road I go Hangin' memories on the high line poles Free and easy down the road I go Free and
Girl, you make me Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb Dumb, be-do be-dumb Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb Our love is so Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb Dumb, be-do be-
Tan lamentable flojo presente te pega abajo punzando hiriente te ha traicionado tu propia suerte golpeando puertas sin responderte, lo mejor de este mal
See my days are cold without you But I'm hurtin' while I'm with you And though my heart can't take no more I keep on runnin' back to you See my days
'Cause I used to live in a fuzzy dream And I wanted to be like all the pretty people I'm so stupid 'cause I used to live in a fuzzy dream And I used
In a cast iron cage you couldn't help But stare like a creature With the laws of a brothel And the fireproof bones of a preacher And your lingo coined
Put down that chainsaw and listen to me It's time for us to join in the fight It's time to let your babies grow up to be cowboys It's time to let the
George, George, George of the jungle Strong as he can be Ah, watch out for that tree George, George, George of the jungle Lives a life that's free Ah
Some girls like to buy new shoes And others like drivin' trucks and wearing tattoos There's only one thing that they all like a bunch Oh, girls, they
[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
Woh oh, I want a new duck One that won't try to bite One that won't chew a hole in my socks One that won't quack all night I want a new duck One with
Things just haven't been the same Since the flying saucer came Now the aliens are on the loose Well, we tried to hold 'em back Tried to ward off their
Oh the sand keeps falling through the hourglass And there's no way we're gonna slow it down. You say, "We've got to treasure each moment." Who knows how
I could have been a brain surgeon I could have been a pharmacist I gave a shot at radio revivalist With the boss man I'd have never been missed Me so