me 45 on my hip, gone check em if they try me Squiggly lines and ivy closed caskets you dump bastards From eastside to riverdale fake wheels thunder bells That's gone keep my pockets swell
it for me For this overwhelming sensation I could stand a standing ovation Give my entrance queue to the band Give the little lady a great big hand Slide the trombone Let it swell
You are looking swell, Manny I can tell, Danny You're still glowin', you're still crowin' You're still goin' strong I feel the room swayin' For the band
swell, Dolly! We can tell, Dolly! You're still glowin' You're still crowin' You're still goin' strong You'll see the crowd swayin' For the band's playin
promised Peace. Hark! through the silent night Angelic voices swell; Their joyful songs proclaim that "God Is born on earth to dwell." See how the shepherd band
how are ya doin' Sorry ya can't get through But leave your name (uh) And your number And I'll get back to you. Once again it's another rap bandit Fiending
're looking swell, Dolly, we can tell, Dolly, You're still glowing, you're still crowing, you're still going strong. We feel the room swaying 'cause the band
man ? well did you evah? what a swell party this is! have ou heard the story of dexter boy being gypped by love? well, did you evah? what a swell party
're lookin' swell, dolly... I can tell, dolly You're still glowin'... you're still crowin'... you're still goin' strong I feel that room swayin'... while the band
you brothers Time's ticking, eruptments conduct Entering one funk before the drum dry up Dial, style, jab vocab slow Alphabet run, construction voice might blow Tap dance swelling
You?re lookin? swell Dolly, I can tell, Dolly You?re still glowin? you?re still crowin? you?re still goin? strong I feel that room swayin? while the band
abraham and break bread with the son of man So slowly, hold these hands and stretch forth from the skies like a rubber band As I begin to step you above
stroke you see hime moving, with the music of the band, against the wall you see him jerking, as the cum spills on the floor, as he swells in the mirror
titties of yours Oh, Hallelujah Oh, how my heart sings Oh, Hallelujah Oh, love those things They bounce like a kid on a trampoline They swing like a 40's jazz band
hoard Ever faster to the shore Ever closing zero ground Official timer clock is wound Time out clock's still running Fault line nukes fucking swell
bands charging thirty dollars at the door Well you fat cats slap yourselves on the back Your greed and piggishness are documented facts You all think you're special and swell
the ramblin wreck Check it, to stomp out All dem nitwits Chuck D stylin Don't you know where ? On the new Buckwhylin Cross the Land, cause the band
Even though I was a fat kid and a marching band geek I hope this song finds you well And I hope that you're doin' fuckin' swell I hope that you're back
