翻訳: ロイクラーク. 昨日、私は若い頃.
bus From York to Jersey City, women and child alone Noww that's pressure, mom's got to go to work, drop me off By Obesa momma, aunt DeDe, whoever aunt Falma, uncle Roy
MUST YOU THROW DIRT IN MY FACE (Bill Anderson) « © '62 Moss Rose Publications » RECORDED BY ROY CLARK AND BY WAYLON JENNINGS What is it
's gone keep it coming It's time to hit it up, so she could eat it up She on the floor, she acting bad it's time to beat it up Because it's supercalifragilisticexpealidoshious The game is sick, off the chain, ferocious Like Roy
the right Put up a fight, well say night night, cause roy boy might Pull out the heater, for him there's nuttin sweeter Eight to your head, from his nine millimeter Roy
to blaze, bungee jump off a building with no rope The Game ain't no joke That Bruce Wayne shit will get yo ass laid out I'm Clark Kent Under dark tint
(words & music by Roy Brown) Well, I heard the news there's good rockin' tonight. Well, I heard the news There's good rockin' tonight. I'm gonna hold
is not her man My baby just cares for me My baby don't care for Mr. Tibbits She'd rather have me around to kibitz Roy Rogers is not her style And even Clark
to hit it up, so she could eat it up She on the floor, she acting bad it's time to beat it up Because it's super-califragilistic expe-alidoshious The game is sick, off the chain, ferocious Like Roy
call from Tony Young Montana, my son campaignin' Yup, I'm not no fuckin' bellboy, I war anything out there The ring is mine, you can tell Roy That's when
by my appearance, and the way I speak Now what you know, about this Texas boy That'll go to the fight sit front row, and place a bet on Roy Be in the
hit it up, so she could eat it up She on the floor, she acting bad it's time to beat it up Because it's super-califragilistic expe-alidoshious The game is sick, off the chain, ferocious Like Roy
Took the first bus from York to Jersey City Women and child alone now thats pressure Moms got to go to work, drop me off by Obesa Momma, Aunt DeDe, whoever Aunt Falma, Uncle Roy
, I'm unknown like Jaga And for the common denominator, a microphone breaker Bone hard, rolling the Boulevard A nigga be talking down, the nigga be getting scarred Piece and chain to the flo', with a thoed Roy
