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Banda Milla

Well, that big dumb blonde With her wheel gorged Turtle, that friend of theirs With his checks all forged And his cheeks in a chunk With his cheese in

start this show" And fire flew from his fingertips As he rosined up his bow And then he pulled his bow across the strings And it made an evil hiss And a band

or two Don?t worry about the backstage pass, y?all, it?s cool You?re with the band You?re with the band You?re with the band You?re with the band

Well, I was born in Carolina, way back in the swamp I was a happy country boy 'til television came along It showed them far away places and it sho' was

Blue star over my shoulder Blue star, can't you see? Blue star, it's a little colder She's gone away from me And I wish I never seen her with the sunlight

He wears a zoot suit with a reet pleat Drives a ?36 Cord with a rumble seat Now he?s a, Lord, he's a jitterbug Scare the letters off a highway sign He

Out working on the virgin ground Waitin' for the time I could head to town All those pretty girls, I'll be looking for the pearl That could bring me

It's not the way that love is meant to be You took me by surprise but now I see You know this heartache-night is killing me (Baby bye-bye) Forget

I left my message on your number In hopes that you might call Riding high on good intentions Still hanging on the wall Although my words were never