Whoa, yeah! You've got a 65 Chevy Malibu With automatic drive, a custom paint job too I'll trade you for my old wheelbarrow And a slightly-used sombrero
Charles Nelson Reilly was a mighty man The kind of man you'd never disrespect He stood eight feet tall, wore glasses, and had a third nipple on the back
i moved out to langely recently with a plain and simple dream; wanna infiltrate some third-world place and topple their regime. their men in black with
raw meat I'll bet you've never seen a skirt steak worn this way Don't be offended when you see My latest pop monstrosity I'm strange, weird, shocking
Mum mum mum mah Mum mum mum muh Oh whoa oh oh oh Can't read my, can't read my No, he can't read-a my polka face (She's got to love nobody) Can't read
Once, not very long ago, I was respected, I was popular (popular, ooh) But now I hang my head in shame (ahh, ooh) My life is filled with such regret A
I starred in every high school play Blew every drama teacher away I graduated first in my class at Juilliard Took every acting workshop I could And I
Oh the sand keeps falling through the hourglass And there's no way we're gonna slow it down. You say, "We've got to treasure each moment." Who knows how
You're sort of famous a minor celebrity and so it only makes sense the world would be obsessed with every single thing you do They're running 'round
Hey girl, you know, our economy's in the toilet But I'm still gonna treat you right I said you can have whatever you like, if you like I said you can
[Parody of "Nothin' on You" by B.o.B featuring Bruno Mars] [Inhale] Beautiful tats All over my back Makes me so proud I'm gonna shout it out loud I
ooh yeah oh i'm your shelter from the storm you'll know I'll always have your back I'll even let you warm your freezing hands inside my butt crack I
I moved out to Langley recently with a plain and simple dream want to infiltrate some third world place and topple their regime those men in black with
Oh the sand keeps falling through the hourglass and there's no way you're going to slow it down you say we gotta treasure each moment who knows how long
You're sort of famous A minor celebrity And so it only makes sense The world would be Obsessed with every Single thing you do They're running 'round
