plantation Then sent a batch off to the French speakin' nation It should also be noted, a bottle of it was found In the clenched dead hand of the white John
turned out to be a Nazi The founding fathers all had slaves The explorers slaughtered the braves The old testament God can be so petty Paul McCartney jealous of John
Sixteen men on a dead man's chest Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum "Avast there mates, ye're sailin' With Long John Black Beard Peg-Leg, Patch-Eye Hook Scourge
Two veteran lovers French kiss in the doorway Their ears are cold but their hearts are so warm A country band playin' down the street just a little ways
a bunch of horny bitches Burn a few bridges, feed a few pigeons F**k em so good they wake up and wash dishes The food was delicious, bacon, eggs, and biscuits No French
giro shop Hit the cash machine for some green, maybe a ten spot I said giro cause my Greek's a little broken But my four-letter French works fine if
. John: okay. Stay in bed! John: look there's a fly flitting around. just makes you laugh. Yoko: what time is it? John: what's the time? Yoko: what? John
Tru niggas 'Cause if y'all kill one, they'll be a million more Tru niggas Bitch it be Slikk choppin' and kickin' shit like karate Fast like a Mazzeroti, crime boss like John
it in America. A storm hits the stock market on black monday. 1988 S.A.S. gun man gun down I.R.A. unit in Gibraltar, Mitterand returns as French president
s our year Pay me fifteen GS, yo track I'll sneeze on it Ah, choo I'm rich say gazuntie bitch (Yeah) Please excuse me, miss, pardon my French My necklace
tree Down in Mississippi down in New Orleans Well, I said Hey, hey, hey, yeah (Hey, hey, hey, yeah) I said a look out John, hey, yeah, yeah ( I said a look out John
Cool But Still Shy I'm Colder Than A Klondike Bipolar I Got Dumb Ice We Know Each Other We Go Together Like Hamburgers And French Fries Everything Is
Now, this here story is the story of John Exczeuter Muthor Smoke, And its for his Mom, its about his Mom, Its about the Chicken Ranch they had in Southern
at least I'm not you I was Abe Lincoln I was all the slaves he freed This life's not the best but at least you're not me I've been French noblemen
be used at the trial and which might strengthen the case against them. Hang Michael Howard, oh c'mon... Act one, the smell of green leather, French polish
Act one, the smell of green leather, French polish, quite pristine, not a hair out of place, not a wrinkle, not a crease, the silverware all clean. Exquisite
for this wack emcee, got bad injuries Fuckin' with the D-to the-E-F-A-da-R-Iced rimmy-type star be at the bar I recollect, then i French connect with
Captain beefheart (lead vocals) Frank zappa (guitar) Winged eel fingerling (elliot ingber) (slide guitar) Drumbo (john french) (drums) You may find me