Here come old flat top He come groovin' up slowly He got joo joo eyeball He one holy roller He got hair down to his knee Got to be a joker, he just do
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Seems like the other day My baby went away She went away ?cross the sea It?s been two years or so Since I saw my baby go And then this letter came from
: Every time that I look in the mirror all these lines on my face getting clearer the past is gone it went by like dusk to dawn isn't that the way everybody
: Talk about things and nobody cares Wearing other things that nobody wears Ya callin' my name, but I gotta make it clear Can't say where I'm gonna be
: Get yourself cooler, lay yourself low coincidental murder, with nothing to show with the judge, constipation will go to his head and his wife's aggravation
: Backstroke lover always hidin' 'neath the covers, Till I talked to your daddy, he say. He said you ain't seen nothin' till you're down on a muffin,
: Long ago in days untold were ruled by lords of greed maidens fared with gold they dared to bare their wombs that bleed kings and queens and guillotines
: Here come ol' flat top He come grooving up slowly He got Joo Joo eye-ball He one holy roller He got hair down to his knee Got to be a joker He just
: Seems like the other day my baby went away she went away 'cross the sea it's been two years or so since I saw my baby go and then this letter came
: Checkmate honey, beat ya at your own damn game no dice honey, I'm livin' on the astral plane feet's on the ground, and your head's goin' down the drain
: I'm dreamin' tonight I'm dreamin' back home Right! Take me back to a south Tallahassee Down cross the bridge to my sweet sassafrassy Can't stand
: I'm back! I'm back in the saddle again I'm back! I'm back in the saddle again ridin' into town alone by the light of the moon I'm lookin' for old
Every time that I look in the mirror all these lines on my face getting clearer the past is gone it went by like dusk to dawn isn't that the way everybody
Get yourself cooler, lay yourself low coincidental murder, with nothing to show with the judge, constipation will go to his head and his wife's aggravation
Talk about things and nobody cares Wearing other things that nobody wears Ya callin' my name, but I gotta make it clear Can't say where I'm gonna be
Backstroke lover always hidin' 'neath the covers, Till I talked to your daddy, he say. He said you ain't seen nothin' till you're down on a muffin, Then
