grass on the lap of Grandpa On that old John Deere, Lord the thing still runs Learned how to bait a hook and how to shoot a gun Life's still good 'round
't got my kind of love Who's gonna bait your hook? Who's gonna get lost in your eyes? Who's gonna throw that ball That wins you the prize? Yeah, who's gonna kiss you good
just rollin' along through the great, great greasy city Huck standing like a Saint upon its deck Well, you wanna catch a Saint, then bait ya hook, let
right, I put my pants on tight I put the bait on the hook and now she's lookin' to bite Well, damn it she should, I'm feeling so good I'd give myself
la, la) Kidnap the Sandy Claws Lock him up real tight Throw away the key and then Turn off all the lights First, we're goin' to set some bait Inside
the Sandy Claws, lock him up real tight Throw away the key and then Turn off all the lights [SHOCK] First, we're going to set some bait Inside a nasty
to take that monkey wrench I'd play my own game Princess Toadstool, you're so misguided I've never been fond of bookworms But then again this one does make good Mario bait
tourist trap off the interstate, It's a Gator Zoo, she sells live bait. Over the river and through the woods to Grandma's House of Babes, She had the goods
1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4 Charmed, I'm sure it's a strange allure Our intentions aren't exactly pure I'm the bait, you're the lure Let me cast my line Some things
x2) Cuz u know mi a baker third degrees take u to di undertaker ?? Ashes to ashes left faith fia?¦a?¦. ??? Fire di oven make mi bake fi di bait ya Ah
good Lord Jesus And watch him run to grandma cryin' on the docks He opened up, every time he opened up that old tackle box He'd bait my hook and keep
With baited breath and open arms I passed the gates of an old junkyard It was a truck farm with crops of trucks I laid down cash and I picked one up
't you feel 'em circlin', honey Can't you feel 'em swimmin' around You got fins to the left, fins to the right And you're the only bait in town Oh
cause I'm so fly Yes on and on I'm ins like [unverified] go buy my yacht I got Gills like Johnny, sail at 7 elf (Well, good for ya) Bigger than bigs,
how to cope It's not always good just to get by Who's coverin' when ya stakes when ya bet high? You're cha-sin', cars, clothes and rocks Identify with the goods
work me to death I want the floor, I wanna rock the floor Come on, y'all, one, two, three, four, hit it Ain't it good to ya? Uh, ain't it good to ya
prefer the dreams to the reality I prefer my life, don't need no other man's wife Don't need no crazy lifestyle with stress and strife But it's good
Yeah, ye, spit my gum out right now What up world? Got my inspiration in the studio with me Right, feelin' good, got a lot to smile about Talk to y'all