Just because we've been Playing tonsil hockey Doesn't mean you get to score the goal That?s in my jockeys Just because I'm in a two man novelty band
a hundred and ten cornets close at hand. They were followed by rows and rows of the finest virtuo- Sos, the cream of ev'ry famous band. Seventy-six
'd take his life - He was good with a knife. Fighting him hand to hand Wasn't what I had planned. Drew my line in the sand With my gold wedding band.
don't play wit the team Bad Boy, so don't play wit the team Bad Boy, so don't play wit the team Da Band, Da Band, Da Band, 2003 Fire, fire, Too Hot
we got a new brand, a new band Lookin' like the same old Klan Same old thieves that skeez so we gotta make sure That real rap has got to endure Why score
a fresh painting of my head Then I hung out with a king and a queen And the queen put me down with her polo team The way I scored points all around
candy When it's all over they'll all head on down To the rodeo dance some midnight romance When the big rodeo comes to town The bands playing loud to
a lump of sick impatience But I won't give up I'll settle this score And drink 'til there's nothing left of me Of my friends, of this band Of this
new bag When say opportunity knock on me door Such a shame it's not the music, it's how much they score in their pocket Now, the band plays I see
-distraction Outlastin, all the privates in my company Fightin for my family, and the cats that grew up with me My Band of Brothers, rarely just smother
be in, you're in If you wanna get out, get out! Or take the Russian roulette, and bet you're going down Thought you had friends, thought you knew this band
You're too vain, you're insane You think the world will stop turning 'cause you ain't around Blind eyes, cheap lines you got the whole band playing But
c Won't tolerate hate & No furs & no pagans Quotes every God, every guru schwarmi She's wise as Kenobi Listens to Moby Every day on her plasma TV Speaks french and malaysian Scores
We met these sisters Barlow's their last name Ordinary girls they don't live in the fast lane They don't rate with the guys that score Cause they don
open your presents with a box cutter Give away secrets to the keys of life While I strike these chords I'm ignored while I counter-points Bill O'Rielly tries to score
pistol in his face, make em' empty out his pockets If he think we fakin', he gon' know after we cock it And come to the PJ's, if you wanna score something
mud So I've heard it said Picking through the pockets Of the English dead He made a tidy score From the spoils of war Thenardier My band of soaks My
is sport Music is sport The feats are the test, they're like the musical Olympics Or like grand final meets without the seats It's band vs. band in