Waglio do birr da Nannin e chess e la routine chi preferisce la m'nenna kinn e chi in roulotte con Frangullin vin vin al centro in cerca di maiala
Da queste parti impari che la lotta e impari coi compari nella Punto ci spacchiamo i timpani tracanniamo alcolici presi al discount in mezzo ai coglionazzi
Ogni sabato sera va alla stessa maniera ci ritroviamo in centro a 1000 con l'alza bandiera dopo i casini fatti in una settimana intera si beve in un
Crystal wings on angel backs descending far above our tracks Puny minds beneath their lives A flight of glory over star encrusted skies Drift into
Feel is a word I can't explain At least not in words that are plain Make it easy to express But I'll try to do my best To hit you where it counts I just
Thursday night, everything's fine Except you've got that look in your eye When I'm tellin' a story and you find it boring You're thinking of something
Sing it for me Everybody come on Y'all know what this is I don't know if I've ever felt like this before But I'm sure that the way I feel, I don't want
Hide the children Don't make a sound sister Hide the children Don't make a sound sister Hide the children Don't make a sound sister Hide the children
Hey, Lionel Richie, ya ain't gettin' paid to dance. Why don't you get back to work? That's what I thought, ass.
Let's get it on I think it's been too long For this to all go wrong You lost but thought you'd win I won't try this again You played yourself in front
Ready, two, three, four Step to the right, step to the left Step in forward, step in back Step to the right, step to the left Step in forward, now jazz
There's a golden rule Says I'll play a fool I think I will Now you'll figure out What it's all about and I will Better for you, better for you Better
I wrote a letter the other day To a girl who I feel for Bitches come and get some I know, you want to come and get some I saw you at the Odyessy You
Bite the hand that feeds your face One more thing you can replace Shut my mouth because I?m Spilling all your dirty secrets Slap the wrist of this embrace
Hi, I have a message to April LaPine from America's heartland Socks go on your feet, not your arms If God wanted 'em on your arms, he would've put Little
Two weeks we were lovers Now you feel left behind Shall we be like others? Don't think it's wastin' time Now, we'll be good You knew we would I still
Girl, where's your head full of lead? Can't you see what you're doing to me? Wipe that disgrace off your face Look and see what you've done to me Girl