Wasting time, wasting time my heartbeat beats like a tom tom 4 AM you bang the drum clock beats beats along It gets so hot in my head but I'm ... fine
Wasting time, wasting time My heart beat, beat like a tom tom Four AM, you bang the drum Blood beats, beats along It gets so hot in my hand that I fight
Wasting time, wasting time My heartbeat Beats like a tom tom 4 A.M. You bang the drum The clock beats Beats along It gets so hot in my head But I'm
: Wasting time, wasting time My heart beat, beat like a tom tom Four AM, you bang the drum Blood beats, beats along It gets so hot in my hand that
: Wasting time, wasting time My heartbeat Beats like a tom tom 4 A.M. You bang the drum The clock beats Beats along It gets so hot in my head But I
be Tom Wilson's secretary . . . Ok . . . You remember Tom Wilson were gonna run for President? [6:51] Aynsley: You're Tom Wilson? Carl: Yeah. Aynsley
me a favor, don't do me no favors I'll handle mines [Verse 2] Hovi Baby We are really high, really high tonight We tip the waiter a hundred dollars
Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump, Put ya back in, Back out Do da hump. Put ya hands on ya knees And bend ya rump, Put ya back in, Back out
in a little row boat Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands, clap hands
paw-paw He gets his orders from my maw-maw She makes him walk the line You can find me in my wigwam I'll be beatin' on my tom-tom Pull out the pipe and
(Tom Waits/Joseph Meyer, Al Jolson and Buddy G. De Sylva) jack was sittin poker faced with bullets backed with bitches neal hunched at the wheel puttin
my paw-paw He gets his orders from my maw-maw She makes him walk in line You can find me in my wigwam I'll be beatin' on my tom-tom Pull out the pipe
so damn high More than 500 horses when I roll by I'm calm, I'm cool, everything brand new I don't hand cuff, you can get the whole damn crew Get in
be down Two hundred million blind mice Running through this town See the blind mice? We the blind mice Trying to get in where we fit in Doing anything to be down Two hundred
(Tom Waits) Hang on St. Christopher Through the smoke and the oil Pumpin' iron around the scene Let the radiator boil Got no back down shift And
alright) (ay man get you bad ass over here and listen to what these people got to say) (wild hundreds whasup, Chitown) (
to their logical extremes, you can arrive at almost anything from the ridiculous to the obscene, or -- as they say in new york -- sophisticated. I'd li Illustrate with several hundred
