He needs a quiet room With a lock to keep him in It's just a quiet room And he's there He plays an old guitar With a coin found by the phone It was his
Follow the fold and stray no more Stray no more, stray no more Put down the bottle and we'll say no more Follow, follow Before you take another swallow
?We will now hear testimony from Brother Nicely Nicely Johnson Brother Nicely Nicely Johnson? ?Well, it happened to me kinda funny, like a dream? ?That
Nathan, then why can't we elope right now Because, well, I gotta go to a prayer meeting Nathan, this is the biggest lie you ever told me But I promise
He bought me the fur mink five winters ago And the gown the following fall Then the necklace, the bag, the gloves, and the hat That was late '48 I recall
What's playing at the Roxy? I'll tell you what's playing at the Roxy A picture about a Minnesota man falls in love with a Mississippi girl That he sacrifices
Reggie in full effect In fuckin' full effect Yeah, alright
Two fat men were walking through the forest Walking through the forest Both of them in chorus Oh my god it's a tiny little native Tiny little native Thank
I?ll tell you what I think, I think she?s a cow She?s let you down too many times now Let?s go for a drink, forget it for now Put It behind you, I think
Spoken: Cookie Monster: Good evening, and welcome to Monsterpiece Theatre. Me your host, Alistair Cookie. Tonight, me present good old-fashioned musical
Girl, you know I got a thing for you That's right, I'm talking to you, you sexy thing, so fascinating Girl, you know how much you want me to Don't lie
I've got a secret I keep in my heart A secret that sure makes me smile And I've got a feeling deep down in my soul That I haven't felt in a while I've
My buddy, my buddy Wherever I go, he go My buddy, my buddy You can run for your life I'ma stick him out the window My buddy, my buddy I'll lay ya ass
If I was a guy I'd get to wear the pants Making all the decisions Asking girls to dance, yeah yeah If I was a guy I'd be my biggest fan I'd be the skinny
When you born in this world You get these people that you coincidently grow up with And you get this illusion of friendship You know what I'm saying man
I'm standing on your doorstep And I don't know what to do Should I ring your doorbell or just walk away My friends all say that you were never true I'
I'm gonna call up some of my buddies, and a few of the ladies I know I'm gonna rent a hall and get them all and, put on a heck of a show Make sure we
There's a guy singing in the edge of the room Making sounds through a face like a prune He's got them fancy checkered pants And a chip in his tooth, oh