번역: 더러운. 토미 보이.
bee My wrist so rocky I'm on and off roads Money dirty need to do a laundry load I don't blow up I make the whole town explode Yo boy Sheek name heavy
in my crib, me, u and the camcorder. 1st she was kinda scared, saying "boy u so crazy" next thing u know she dirty dancing like Patrick Swayze. She got
a year ago The man said I could learn it in a week or so Gave me a little book, pick or two Said, "Here y'are mate, it's up to you" Dirty rotter, cost
It's a dirty word Reich Say what you like It's a dirty word Reich Say what you like So my Bon Mots, Hit-boy Tommy Trons, Rowdy rowdy Honey-fingered
Chewy boy, doobie with the buddha cess I'm like the Lion King cause everything I see is mines And Tommy Tuckers man they stop and fuck us like a sign
Higher, I'm a king, yes, I'm a head of state But I'm the kitchen, boy who'll wash your dirty plate I had no message and the message was We're all Jesus
monk, (ol' dirty bastard)] 1-1-2, 4-4-1 frankin av. Peace, to my nigga wack (it's all good, it's all bad Dirty runs for the mayor next year, finally You
Outro: Buddha Monk, (Ol' Dirty Bastard)] 1-1-2, 4-4-1 Frankin Av. Peace, to my nigga Wack (Its all good, its all bad Dirty runs for the mayor next year
the label you gotta read the label if you don't read the Label you might get poisoned... Lyrics: genius Tommy ain't my motherfuckin' boy When he fake
what you think you fuckin super sucka Man I don't care what you think you fuckin dirty clucka Man I don't care what you think you fuckin tommy tucka
Chewy boy, doobie with the buddha cess I'm like the Lion King cause everything I see is mines And Tommy Tuckers man i'm stoppin like a sign So read my
forth to court I said momma I'mma straighten up for you and I promise that I'mma work Got me a job as a paper boy, 21 dollars a month 5 o'clock in the
Frank zappa (guitar, synclavier) Steve vai (guitar) Ray white (guitar, vocals) Tommy mars (keyboards) Chuck wild (piano) Arthur barrow (bass) Scott thunes
acoustic guitar) Ray white (guitar, vocals) Roy estrada (vocals) Bob harris (boy soprano) Ike willis (vocals) Bobby martin (keyboards, saxophone, vocals) Tommy
the label you gotta read the label if you don't read the label you might get poisoned... Lyrics: Genius TOMMY ain't my motherfuckin' BOY When he fake
where them drugs be?" Over there by the derby, buy they dirty devils from me to keep my paper sturdy, yo word G I ain't afraid to get my hands dirty,
rock, that new total rock I like my man looking cute in some boots Dirty boots, Tommy jeans, baggy jeans With some cream if you know what I mean Boy
