Look, I don't care how good-looking you are at pay, I cannot listen to this crap any longer.
What is that, the bloodhound gang?
You know, I often wonder myself, what ever happens to these one-hit wonder loser bands,
huh?
Sixteen dollars, please.
Those are cute earrings.
My mom, as I said, just like it.
You know, it's amazing what they can do with animatronics, isn't it?
He's almost real.
And then along comes Mary, and then along comes Mary, and then she wanna give me kicks and
eat my study chicken, give me pick up memories, and baby, rather than ever test from all the
thousands of regulations no one ever sees.
Ever since, ever since, when I'm mad, I was sure I'd say lunch.
Now I am the cock, taste as sweet as the punch, sweet as the punch.
When the desire is to fire in the eyes of chicks who sicknesses the games they play, and when
the masquerade is played and neighbor folks make jokes as who is most to blame today,
then along comes Mary, and then along comes Mary, and then she wanna set them free and
let them see reality from where she got her name, and where we're strong, we're much
riddled with such a tender touch up this will make them not the same, not the same, not
the same.
Welcome back.
I was sure I'd say lunch.
Now I am the cock, taste as sweet as the punch, sweet as the punch.
And when the morning of the warnings pass the gas and plastic kids are flung across the
stars.
The psychotramas and the traumas gone, the songs are left and sung and hung upon the
stars, and then along comes Mary, and then along comes Mary, and then she wanna see the
stage with them, we're musical, the pinching that they might be for, or will the wakin'
eyes reflect the lies and make them realize their urgent right for sight no more.
Welcome back.
I was sure I'd say lunch.
Now I am the cock, taste as sweet as the punch, sweet as the punch.
Welcome back.
I was sure I'd say lunch.
When we met I was sure I would turn to lunch.
Now I empty cup, t-st-sweet is the punch.
When we met I was sure I'd turn to lunch.
Now I empty cup, t-st-sweet is the punch.
When we met I was sure I would turn to lunch.
Now I empty cup, t-st-sweet is the punch.
When we met I was sure I'd turn to lunch.
Now I empty cup, t-st-sweet is the punch.
Sweet is the punch.
okay guys you can cut me loose now okay no no I get it the whole bloodhound gang
think I'm on board count me in
