Come on over here boy, have a cigar, you're gonna go far You're gonna fly high, you're never gonna die You're gonna make it if you try they're gonna love
Your life is leaning downhill Sloping off the outer edge Your undetermined oyster beds Were found to be a hedge You caused the kids of Elmer Fudd To
We're only making plans for Nigel We only want what's best for him We're only making plans for Nigel Nigel just needs that helping hand And if young
I know something about opening windows and doors I know how to move quietly to creep across creaky wooden floors I know where to find precious things
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I had a friend that took a blet, took a blet and hung himself Hung himself in the doorway of the apartment where he lived His woman and his little bro
I've been to hell. I spell it...I spell it DMV Anyone that's been there knows precisely what I mean Stood there and I've waited and choked back the urge
[Originally by Pink Floyd] Come in here, dear boy, have a cigar. You're gonna go far, fly high, You're never gonna die, you're gonna make it if you
It's the guy from the Hamburger Train, mate!
[Originally by Peter Gabriel] I know something about opening windows and doors I know how to move quietly to creep across creaky wooden floors I know
[Originally by XTC] We're only making plans for Nigel We only want what's best for him We're only making plans for Nigel Nigel just needs this helping
Hello Mr. Krinkle How are you today? Seems the rumors are about your team might move away Now, me I'm sentimental But I'm not one to cry Say there Mr
My name is Mud Not to be confused with Bill or Jack or Pete or Dennis My name is mud and it's always been 'Cause I'm the most boring sons-a-bitch you
I pull the blinds then I take my clothes off Dance around the house like nature boy My genitalia and pectoral muscles aren't quite what I would like
Now listen up you know ya come home from working that nine to five and lay yourself down on burgundy couch, you know, it never really was burgundy. It
[Originally by The Residents and Snakefinger] Your life is leaning downhill Sloping off the outer edge Your undetermined oyster beds Were found to be
It's incredibly hot in here today, incredibly hot in here It's incredibly hot in here today, incredibly hot in here The air is getting slipper and it
The old diamondback sturgeon came swimmin' along Minding his business one day Rooting and sniffing and urging to spawn In the mud flats of San Pablo
