you for it all dear booze. When a chilly wind is blowin? Telling me to sing the blues You begin to show your soothing glow Thank you for it all dear booze
Ich brauch meinen Suff wie der SpieA?e den Puff Ich brauch meinen Suff wie der SpieA?e den Puff FrA?hestens ab 2 Promill weiA? ich, was ich wirklich
We hit the road We had ten hours left on our drive Level of sanity going out the window Who knows what lays ahead And all I see is the endless headlights
leaving I sat right there and cried until the dawn Then booze was added to the pain and heartbreak The combination equalled trouble from then on Blues plus booze
tonight? More plans than you can stand So we can do whatever Now that I saw your face We?re going up the stairs Listening to ?Pocket Symphony? The booze
blues Rhythm rhythm rhythm rhythm rhythm and blues Rhythm rhythm rhythm rhythm rhythm and blues I tell you the truth, it was rhythm and booze Just rhythm, rhythm, rhythm, rhythm and booze
the truth lies in my frustration The children of the night, they all pass me by Have to drench myself in brandy, in sleep I'll hide But however much I booze
is strong and he's feeling good Ive known him since the first taste of beer I will meet him many times in a year Happy little, Happy little, Happy little boozer
[Hector cover] [Music & lyrics by Heikki Harma] Kolmen tahden jallupullon juotuaan Kaksi miesta tutkii muistikirjojaan Toinen tuskailee, kun sivut taynna
in destress, Oh, misstress I confess, So do it one more time, These handcuffs are too tight, well, You know I will obay, So please don't make me beg, For blood, sex and booze
booze, tobacco, dope, pussy, cars
Come on over We've got something that won't Make you sober Flaming shots on a line Come on over We've got something that won't Make you sober Booze,
don't need booze to get a buzz on I wear a Blue Ribbon grin every now and then But I don't need that to get stoned I don't need the booze to get a buzz
my all She is my all surrounding solid booze you know She is my, she's my all She is my all surrounding solid booze you know And we are growing along
Egyptian curse. She God Shanghail. Surfin' bird 'n' fur pie. See God 'n' hang five. Papa oo mow oo my. Dames, Booze, Chains, and Boots. Torso tossin
up Egyptian curse. She God Shanghail. Surfin' bird 'n' fur pie. See God 'n' hang five. Papa oo mow oo my. Dames, Booze, Chains, and Boots. Torso tossin
Moe: Money gets you one more round, Drink it down, You stupid clown. Money gets you one more round, Then you're out on your ass!
Ouai c'est la banlieue sud C'est BIM-BIM Soiree de rim c'est rim k Boozille par la resine, les femmes, les flingues, accrocs du football made in Bresil