Movin' to the country Gonna eat a lot of peaches Movin' to the country Gonna eat me a lot of peaches Movin' to the country Gonna eat a lot of peaches
I've been thinking 'bout headin' out Where I've never been I've been thinking 'bout finding out How to find the end And I've been thinking 'bout freaking
Sitting on a park bench -- eyeing ittle girls with bad intent. Snot running down his nose -- greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes. Drying in the
My father went to the country club My mother drove Mercedes around I never got dirty or sweaty I never had to change my underwear Oh, I never had
You might say someone else said it Some worse some better then I You might see someone taking pictures They can't put them back and I'll tell you why? '
Had a dream Magic Johnson was there He autographed the ball A small rubber ball Ten feet tall Big puffy shoes Are the cameras on? Are the cameras on?
Merry Christmas everyone Ha, ha, ha, ha Thank you! Christmas Christmas piglet in the snow Holy piglet aren't you cold? (Chris) Little piglet in the snow
You've been kickin' on me, I've been kickin' on you You've been kickin' my tree just to suck on the fruit Mop up my troubles and you throw the old sad
Wam! Bam! Mon chat, splatch GA®t sur mon lit A bouffA© sa langue En buvant dans mon whisky Quant A moi Peu dormi, vidA©, brimA© J'ai dA» dormir dans
5,500 miles Across the Texas plain Just to look at the mountains Just to not go insane 5,500 miles Across the Texas plain Just to look at the ocean Just
Confusion, I trashed me life Confusion, get me out of my site Confusion, she just annoys ya Confusion, do I love her or do I just destroy her, yeah?
I caught a glimpse of Carolyn's Bootie As she was going from the bathroom into my bedroom (into my bedroom) Somethin' about a curse did something to
Drooling, drooling Drooling, drooling Drooling, drooling I wanna run my nose through your hair But if I did I think I'd lose it there I wanna swallow
Drop down, baby, let your daddy see. Drop down, mama, just dream of me Well, my mama allow me to fool around all night long Well, I may look like I
Good evening, sing a little song It's for you Hangin' in the stars Suspended from the dark Life is long and heavy Like a shadow on a spark and it will
Three p.m. and she's under the covers Dumpster breath, she's my hungover lover Strong as steel, four olive martini Hand on her head and one on my weenie
I wanna rot in the sun I wanna rot in the sun I wanna rot in the sun this is a beautiful life just 'cause it catches the light gonna let it all slide
Movin' to the country... gotta eat a lot of farm food Movin' to the country.. gotta eat me a lot of farm food Movin' to the country... gotta eat a lot
