here, but you don't have a clue You don't know what you do to me Won't someone stop this song, so I won't sing along Someone stop this song, so I
But they can't do me nothing, because we kings This my theme song, and this is how I sing Theme song [Chorus - first four lines only] [Killah Priest
I was sitting in my window and It was cold outside I was sitting in my window when I saw you on the street I was gonna kill you 'cause you made me
If you can gize into the future (future) You might think live would be a breeze (Life is a breeze) Seeing troble from a distance (yeah) (go rae) But
, you care, you care. Girls on the West Coast, sing it like you used to! Boys on the East Coast, scream with some heart! I'll write a song to remember
Dora! Boots! Come on dora! D-d-d-d-d-dora D-d-d-d-d-dora d-d-d-d-d-dora D-d-d-d-d-dora Dora Dora Dora the explorer Boots that super cool explorer Dora
I don't know why they call us Park Ave Does anybody park here, anyone but me?
Meet our band of merry men Shake the hand of everyone We'll eat your food and steal your wives Buy us beers, we're friends for life We only shoot when
's sweet and it's free When I drink, I don't panic When I drink, I don't die When I'm far gone It's all just a song Just beautiful lies But my sentimental
quiet heart but all in vain I'm falling, falling in a trance again She's a stupid song that once it's heard never goes away She's a stupid song, sorely
Bob: If you like to talk to tomatoes If a squash can make you smile If you like to waltz with potatoes Up and down the produce aisle... Have we got a
When I walk down the street people always make fun of me They throw shit at my head and it hurts They kick me down and they knock me in the dirt. Maybe
, you care, you care. Girls on the West Coast, sing it like you used to! Boys on the East Coast, scream with some heart! I?ll write a song to remember
It seems today that all you see is violence in movies and sex on tv but where are those good ol' fasioned values on which we used to rely lucky theres
from here, but you don't have a clue You don't know what you do to me Won't someone stop this song, so I won't sing along Someone stop this song, so
Les: I'm going down to South Park Gonna have myself a time Stan and Kyle: Friendly faces everywhere Humble folks without temptation Les: Going down
Bells will be ringing, the glad, glad news; Oh, what a Christmas, to have the blues; My baby's gone; I have no friends; To wish me greetings, once again
There's a hundred and four days of summer vaction and school comes along just to end it so the anual problem for our jeneration is finding a good way