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I'm all out of ideas for a good post, so here are the lyrics to Loser copied and pasted
In the time of chimpanzees, I was a monkey
Butane in my veins and I'm out to cut the junkie
With the plastic eyeballs, spray-paint the vegetables
Dog food stalls with the beefcake pantyhose
Kill the headlights and put it in neutral
Stock car flaming with a loser and the cruise control
Baby's in Reno with the vitamin D
Got a couple of couches, sleep on the love seat
Someone keeps saying, I'm insane to complain
About a shotgun wedding and a stain on my shirt
Don't believe everything that you breathe
You get a parking violation and a maggot on your sleeve
So shave your face with some mace in the dark
Saving all your food stamps
And burning' down the trailer park
Yo, cut it
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
The forces of evil in a bozo nightmare
Banned all the music with a phony gas chamber
'Cause one's got a weasel and the other's got a flag
One's on the pole, shove the other in a bag
With the re-run shows and the cocaine nose job
The daytime crap of the folksinger slop
He hung himself with a guitar string
I slap the turkey neck and it's hanging' from a pigeon wing
You can't write if you can't relate
Trade the cash for the beef for the body for the hate
And my time is a piece of wax, falling on a termite
Who's choking on the splinters
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
Soy, soy, soy
I'm a driver, I'm the winner
Things are gonna change, I can feel it
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
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I met you at JC Penney's I think your name tag said Jenny! I cold-step to you with a fresh pack of gum Somehow I knew you were looking for some. . .Oh no! Like a fruit that's ripe for the picking I wouldn't do you like that Zankou Chicken Cause only you got a thing that I just got to get with I just got to get, get with you, and you know what we're gonna do I wanna get with you, oh girl And your sister I think her name is Debra I wanna get with you, only you, girl And your sister I think her name is Debra, oh! Oh girl, I only wanna be down with you Cause you got something that I just got to get with I pick you up late at night after work I said, "Lady, step inside my Hyundai I'm gonna take you up to Glendale Yeah, gonna take you for a real good meal." Cause when our eyes did meet Girl, you knew I was packing heat Ain't no use in wasting no time gettin' to know each other You know the deal! Cause only you've got a thing That I just got to get with (got to get with!) I just got to get with you girl, and you know I wanna get with you, only you, girl And your sister I think her name is Debra I wanna get with you, girl yeah! And your sister I think her name is Debra, ohhh! Uhh, come on Ooh lovely lady, girl you drive me crazy Ooh lovely lady, girl you drive me crazy Ooh lovely lady, girl you drive me crazy Ooh lovely lady, girl you drive me crazy Craaaaaaa?oh girl, and your sister, Debra Yeah, you're driving me crazy. Crazy, oh hoo! Crazy Oooooh ow, yeah I got a little bit of sympathy for you, girl Yeah cause I'm a, I'm a full-grown man and I'm not afraid to, to
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1 返信There's a destination a little up the road From the habitations and the towns we know A place we saw the lights turn low Jig-saw jazz and the get-fresh flow Pulling out jives and jamboree handouts Two turntables and a microphone Bottles and cans and just clap your hands and just clap your hands Where it's at I got two turntables and a microphone Where it's at I got two turntables and a microphone Where it's at I got two turntables and a microphone Where it's at I got two turntables and a microphone Take me home in my elevator bones! That was a good drum break Pick yourself up off the side of the road With your elevator bones and your whip-flash tones Members only, hyponotizers Move through the room like ambulance drivers Shine your shoes with your microphone blues Hirsutes with your parachute flutes Passing the dutchie from coast to coast Let the man Gary Wilson rock the most Where it's at I got two turntables and a microphone Where it's at I got two turntables and a microphone What about those who swing both ways: AC-DC's Two turntables and a microphone Two turntables and a microphone Two turntables and a microphone Two turntables and a microphone Two turntables and a microphone Two turntables and a microphone Where it's at I got two turntables and a microphone Where it's at I got two turntables and a microphone Oh, dear me. Make Out City is a two-horse town That's beautiful, Dad Get my microphone There's a destination a little up the road From the habitations and the towns we know A place we saw the lights turn low Jig-saw jazz and the get-fresh flow Pulling out jives and jamboree handouts Two turntables and a microphone Bottles and cans and just clap your hands and just clap your hands Where it's at I got two turntables and a microphone Where it's at I got two turntables and a microphone I got plastic on my mind Telephone plastic baby
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