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What a way to wake up.... On a train with now breath. Toasty, I would say you little #$@@##@## What dis I murmer? Nothing. Say a little prayer for you. Me I go: "Say little prayer for you" Every morning I wake up? I take off my makeup. I shave a little hair for you..... |
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This is a song that I dedicate to my bass hero Al Novak. No one can lay down a line like him. He is the one player I can't listen to for more than 3 hours because his shit sounds like the same thing going over and over and over and over again. Actually, I like him better than Brad Pitt. Well, I like him almost like I like the way you love me. oooo I hope you dance ooooo I hope you..... dance 4+3=2 |
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Waking up with the taste of yesterday's already past due socks in my inverted proboscis, I realize that all that is left is to shun the light SHUN THE LIGHT!!!!!!! Aghhh!! My eyes doth see, what's this that stands before me, why my good friend Al Novak and Jimmy Smits! No Jimmy, NOOOOOOO!!! What are you doing with that rusty coathanger?!?!?! |
CD: Jimmy Smits knows how to Rhumba, the return of Jimmy Smits
Label: Catbarf
Credits: You must give credit where credit is due. ThatEye-talian guy who did "Junky" |
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