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Way down Louisiana close to New Orleans Way back up in the woods among the evergreens There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood Where lived a country
Maybellene, why can't you be true? Oh maybellene, why can't you be true? You've started back doing the things you used to do. As I was motivatin' over
who's singin' this song Don't you know? That Chuck E.'s in love Chuck E.'s in love Chuck E.'s in love oh my Chuck E.'s Chuck E.'s in love Chuck E.'s in
Peace. ha-ha don't make me laugh All I hear is motherfuckers talkin' succotash Livin' large, tellin' me to get out the gang I'm a nigga, gotta live by
Face of the earth It's been a long time coming Since I saw your face Since we held it down Since we were in the chase It was the road less traveled
Antes se bailaba swing Boogie-woogie, jitterbug Pero esto ya torcio Y este es lo que sucedio Pachucos suaves bailan rumba Bailan la rumba y le zumba
Out of all the reindeers you know you are the mastermind Run, run Rudolph, Randalph ain't too far behind Run, run Rudolph, Santa's got to make it to
Baaa baaa baaa baa baa baa Baaa baaa baaa baa baa baa Oh!!!!!! Jenny, gina, angie, amy, heather, marie Shelly, molly,stacey, tracy, amanda, lee Micky
's Chuch Everybody say it now, that's Chuch Like catties and furs, Chuch House in the suburbs, Chuch Big ass rings and chains, Chuch Big trucks sittin
Havin' fun in my padded cell tonight Havin' fun in my grey motel tonight Gotta lot to say, and I wanna know if it's right 'Cause when the system shuts
I'm gonna write a little letter, gonna mail it to my local DJ. Yeah an' it's a jumpin' little record I want my jockey to play. Roll Over Beethoven, I
You must have been phlegmatic in stature The gates of thanos are a spread eagle wide You let the shutters make sackcloth and ashes Out of a blind mans
A woman's voice can drug you It happens all the time You start up down the middle End up parted on the side Yes, a woman's voice will drug you And lead
Everybody wants an apology Me from you and you from me The accursed from the blessed The Great Northeast from the Old Southwest Everybody wants an apology
One for the trouble, two for the time The neophyte lays down the law And the choir boy plays five card draw All the news that's fit to print Rolls right
I like the way you freckle I like way you peel I love to see your hair in a mess It?s been a long September It?s gonna be a longer winter Let me help
