Some clown in Sacramento was dragged into court He shot lawnmower, disobeyed, it wouldn't start Might makes right, it's the American way They fined him
my pride and joy King of the trailer court Waiting for a nice young man Who'll love me for my car Who tells me why I'm cool Tells me just what I like
of those people as you can We'll call up every last youngster we can get our hands on Give 'em an hour or two to learn how to use an automatic rifle
Used me a partner in crime Now you say you ain't got the time Gotta get serious, gotta plan Gotta pass those entrance exams Oh my God, it's senior year
worm You look so fine to dance with me The fly eye lights are throbbin' I'm burnin' up the floor Whirlin', twirlin', close my eyes No faces judgin' me
{Rick Wakeman Eat your heart out Here we go} I like short songs I like short songs I like short songs I like short songs I like short songs I like short
and leave me home to rest Hold my head wake me warm Tell me I am loved give me hope Let me cry and make me feel Give me touch The window's broken, bleeding
at them, "Take me to a mental hospital right away I wanna be be put away, please put me away C?mon, call the cops and put me away, please put me away
cock big enough, is my brain small enough? For you to make me a star, give me a toot I'll sell you my soul, pull my strings and I'll go far Give me a
so suck on my dick And ride, ride how we ride Let's ride, lowride The left newspapers might whine a bit But the guys at the station they don't give
always wear the happy face Close your eyes, can't happen here Big Bro' on white horse is near The hippies won't come back you say Mellow out or you
you again You'll see me tomorrow Curse of the Man with the Dogs You may not like me You won't forget me Not safe even in Walgreen's They've seen me
: You used to be a partner in crime Now you say you ain't got the time Gotta get serious, gotta plan Gotta pass those entrance exams Oh my God It's
: Some clown in Sacramento was dragged into court He shot his lawnmower It disobeyed, it wouldn't start Might makes right, it's the American wayR They
fuck I'm sick soft gooey and cold Too drunk to fuck I'm about to drop My head's a mess The only salvation is I'll never see you again You give me
: Who's that kid in the back of the room Who's that kid in the back of the room He's setting all his papers on fire He's setting all his papers on fire
: So you been to school for a year or two And you know you've seen it all In daddy's car thinkin' you'll go far Back east your type don't crawl Play
-worm You look so fine to dance with me The fly-eye lights are throbbin' I'm burning up the floor Whirling twirling Close my eyes No faces judging me