My dad's got a black suit
I got black hands
Took a
Got my egg
Got my margarine
Got my bread
Got my pan
Got my
I've cracked enough jokes
And I've smoked enough smokes
Now I'm feeling
My muscles hurt again
I wish they'd go away
I haven't done
Jackie Chan
He is the ruler
Ultra smooth mover
He makes all American
Movies
Whenever longsleeves picks up the bass again
Until longsleeves falls on
Scrounged enough pennies for a quarter
I could play all day
Ah-oh-wah-oh, wah-ooh, wah-oh, oh, oh-wah
Something I must tell you
There's som
And mud can get mighty warm
In your hands
Doesn't help to
This song's about a man
He is like a genius
He can
Stop counting your change
Some of us are down and out
I have noticed lately
I've been thinking (for a change)
Art is
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