of zombie I met a strange lady, she made me nervous She took me in and gave me breakfast And she said, "Do you come from a land down under? Where women
The funeral now wants a piece of the action, fuck relaxing I ant been to a funeral since Jackson Known shit I ant going to my own shit Trying to figure
I'm walking down the street to hang out with my friends we're having lot's of fun wish this would never end We're getting thirsty and we wanna get some
bed How could you blame me? On the block gettin' that bread They couldn't change me, too hot, dippin' them feds I made a promise, not to go back to jail Under
, your burial mound is fifty feet Down in the baker street underground. (what the hell!) Walking down the gutter thinking, ``how the hell am I today? ''
music makers, and we are The dreamers of dreams, come along Nothing less, nothing less Well, I bet you that I get the last laugh, bet you that my funerals
Take this job and shove it. I'm not here to break ground, I'm not dressed to impress. I'm here for me and the few who care to listen. I'm not dressed
befriends them and takes them under her wing. 'Hello, what's your name?' Her name is Sandy 'I'm Sandy' She has soft, blond hair that reaches down
the dreamers of dreams, come along" [Chorus] Nothing Less, nothing less [Grouch] Well I bet you that I get the last laugh Bet you that my funerals packed
Take this job and shove it. im not here to break ground, im not dressed to impress. im here for me and the few who care to listen. im not dressed to impress
them green. From the typing pool goes the mini-skirted princess with great finesse. Fertile earth-mother, your burial mound is fifty feet down in the
without no feelings still gets dirty Then I'm that-a-way, clockin mo' luchi than John Belushi made from +Blues Brothers+ so choose your mother's funeral dress
