story about mackin Check it Times are changin' Talk about it More so each year, But the Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp is here. So let it rain, and let the guitar
[guitar solo intro] You all want this party started? Right? You all want this party started ... quickly! Right? Play that beat. Play that beat. (Bang
Poppin' it like a string on a guitar Superstar you know who you are Body smokin' like a Cuban cigar Girl, you're the mama and I'm the dada The way you're freakin
Way on down to southern Alabama With the guitars jammin' that's where we're headed Straight up to Butte, Montana Singin' "Lord, I Was Born a Ramblin'
than your v-neck Hope to pull my dick 'cause I look like Ryan Seacrest I'm buzzin' like a bees nest Stay up out my bees wax My people like to party so informants where the freaks
Eye cream and thigh cream How 'bout a get high cream? Nothing I do smoothes out the feelings Of being used Ballad of a ladyman Freak that I am, live
your soul) Ohh, ohh, let?s go (It?s the golden age of rock 'n' roll) Well, you getta little buzz, send for the fuzz Guitars getting higher and higher
yet Now I live in this building with the punks and the freaks And I don't do much of nothing except go to work, come home, and drink So guitar man you
Freak out in a moonage daydream, oh yeah Keep your electric eye on me, babe Put your ray gun to my head Press your space face close to mine, love Freak
wordless Sing along when Niggy sings without you He?d be worthless, homeless, earthless Venus Hottentot, up in the circus Freak show, hear him speak
We can swim and burn or sink and drown 'Cause either way we're damned I'm so proud to be the tupping fool, your foul, fantastic freak Least each moment
a 1 man me got a 1 man me got dem gyal deh too billias verse 2;angel 1 man alone can ride mi ridim mi nuh freak ina bed pon mic mi nuh sing yuh keep
can't be good every night Father, I have sinned and I want to do it all again tonight The townies taking off their tavern jackets Making guitars out
me take it down low, let's go, let's go So you know, it's about to go down now Speed it up baby, can't slow down now Tell ya closet freak, she can come
't lyin' 'Cause I stay hungry, broke all the time I'm gonna send my guitar home Leave these blues alone I'm in the wrong business I ain't lyin' These guitar freaks
never ever studies and he's proud of his straight C's And chain smoking in the parking lot pretending to be James Dean Kids call him a freak and a
't exactly a field of clover Am I the only tavern-hoppin' beer-can-poppin' fool left in the world Am I the only sad-and-lonely meek-weak-freak without
and wallet chain shop boyz, rockstars yeah, we 'bout to change the game change the game? uh oh they know that i'm a star i make it rain from the center of my guitar