I don't care about your dreams of peace I don't care about your please Lord please I don't care about your Africa I don't care about your ancestors '
Girl: It's my cookie! Boy: It is not, it's mine! Girl: No, it's my cookie! Cookie Monster: Dum-de-dum-dum-dum ... What seem to be problem? Girl
(singers) Just picture a lad, between Mom and Dad Its Sunday the tables all set There's uncles, there's aunts, and cousins galore There's plenty of food
(kinky friedman) You uppity women I don't understand Why you gotta go and try to act like a man, But before you make your weekly visit to the shrink
Dans les wc nickeles de son endroit prefere elle vient juste de rentrer pour poudrer son joli nez sur la plate forme blanche tout doucement elle se penche
I'm lost, exposed Stranger things will come your way It's just I'm scared Got hurt a long time ago Can't make myself heard No matter how hard I scream
I've got a brand new skillet and a brand new lid I ain't got no stove, but I'll bake my bread I'm gonna bake my biscuit I'm gonna bake my biscuit I'm
Please come on over I wanna be sincere Can't keep it to myself anymore Oh please, forgive me For what you have to hear I'm gonna tell you something you
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In the light of the moon, too soon In a hot air balloon, he crossed the sea Once an airship tycoon, turned buffoon Leaving his home marooned, attempted
[Distorted words] I'm on the outside looking in I'm on the outside looking in I'm on the outside looking in I'm on the outside looking in Stop I wanna
House Dog, Party Favor. Well-to-do on the bone you savor. a local invitational, a roaring hello, Mind's racing but you just don't know. What to do, How
Manilla was a crude machine who'd taken his fair share He gobbled up the world he owned as petals paved his stairs Manilla thanked the very moon for money
It's quite possible that I'm your third man girl But it's a fact that I'm the seventh son No doubt about it It's quite possible that I'm your third man
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Put your biscuits in the oven Honey, put your buns in bed I wanna come inside your kitchen Wanna taste your shortening bread I want to jump into your
Now I'm only five years old I've got to do just what I'm told 'cause Santa Claus is gonna be dropping in on me Now is there something I might have missed
I'd like to be in Biscuit City With my banjo in my hand I don't need no long vacation In some foreign land Cause the sound of my own breathing Has been