Dans Home Grown lyrics
Dans Home Grown lyrics
"Down Here In Belmar Lyrics"
Daddy's Girl Lyrics
When the sun goes down and it's getting late You say it's time for bed She just takes her time Acting like she never heard a word you said. Little baby wanna hold you tight She don't ever wanna say good night She's a lover, she wanna be Daddy's Girl. When the mornin
When the sun goes down and it's getting late You say it's time for bed She just takes her time Acting like she never heard a word you said. Little baby wanna hold you tight She don't ever wanna say good night She's a lover, she wanna be Daddy's Girl. When the mornin
Down Here In Belmar at 1-1-1 10th
The sun always shines and our money's well spent
But like the Cream needed Clapton and like my coffee needs cream
This house needs "Puff Danny" to come up with it's theme
..so set it off one time just like that...
Down Here in Belmar we've got lots of booze
Ain't got Scotty Holmes or other freaks with tattoos
Don't have too much privacy - someone's here all the time
And we don't have a phone so Dee can't "Star 69"
Down Here in Belmar you won't die of thirst
Verdi and Pomper have birthdays, but Marilyn's comes first
She'll probably get sloppy drunk like all birthday girls do
But hey baby... everybody gets a little sloppy sometimes - and I
probably will too
Down Here in Belmar people go to the beach
For every ten ugly girls there's always one who's a peach
Today Matt hit the shore to scope out the women
But he just gelled his hair - there ain't no way he'll be swimmin'
With only one suitcase each, Kerry and Michelle are both here
Their other luggage is at the Red Barn... and they're getting more
beer
I wanna bomp her... her name is Pomper - just look at that face!
OK, I know... I think I'm rambling... uh, let's hear that funky bass..
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Emociones Cuantas Emociones Lyrics
Emociones, cuntas emociones Mi vida transcurre cada da una ms Desde el ftbol, libros, balones A cruzar en moto la ciudad He aprendido ms de mil lecciones Que me ense la vida Que es mi maestra y la que me muestra Por donde marchar Que te estoy diciendo toda la realida
(bass solo with James Brown spoken sampling)Emociones, cuntas emociones Mi vida transcurre cada da una ms Desde el ftbol, libros, balones A cruzar en moto la ciudad He aprendido ms de mil lecciones Que me ense la vida Que es mi maestra y la que me muestra Por donde marchar Que te estoy diciendo toda la realida
I comb what's left of my hair and I'm ready to rock
I've got a couple of Trojans tucked away in my sock
It's a secret I learned from my bro Shorty Rock
In case I get the bitches swayin' to the rhythm of my cock
Well a few more beers later, and a couple of funnels
My speech was all slurred... hell, my vision was tunneled
I could've spent the night at DJAIS with an awful lot of ladies
But I passed out with the CD playing Madonna - vintage 80's
(sample of Madonna's "Like A Virgin")
Hey look, it's Meri - for the beach she is ready
But she forgot her sunblock
It Spurts Lyrics
nobody i'll drag me into this stinking thoughts i know you you won't never carry it off even if you're kind with me get out leave me alone and have a nice day asshole i know why you're a pretty cynic shit that i can't stand anymore so sorry about that but i feel like yo
and now she's red as a cherrynobody i'll drag me into this stinking thoughts i know you you won't never carry it off even if you're kind with me get out leave me alone and have a nice day asshole i know why you're a pretty cynic shit that i can't stand anymore so sorry about that but i feel like yo
Well, pop goes the weasel 'cause the weasel goes pop
Misjudged a clearance in my Monte - now I've got a drop-top
So now it's me in my Monte and Mike in his Vette
We cruise the strip for cheap girls - Mike hasn't told Laurie yet
And where the hell is Anne?No one knows where she's been
The beach?Bar A?Maybe Skee-ball?The answer's blowing in the
wind
This is the verse where I should mention Paul Fred
But he's got his own song - I think enough has been said
So come down to Belmar and stay until Sunday
Do something dumb, create gossip - so Laurie has some for Monday