Shut the fuck up And get stoned motherfucker Well I'm waking up so early cause I knew this day would come My daddy's passed out with an empty bottle of rum
: good mornin mr. snip snip snip witchur haircut jus as short as mine bay rum lucky tiger butch wax cracker jacks shoe shine jaw breaker magazine racks
Old man get out they cane, thongs and bras remains Thongs and bras REMAIN~! Shake your bum-bum [x4] Ladies get sexy, come in coat check see You catch epilepsy, rum
cheapest of cheap thrills All of the perks and the thrills Beware of the sluts that can kill I'm always rolling on pills The cheapest of cheap thrills
dance Going down to the dance And drooped mental inertia Mid thirties man in the grip of paranoia Just like I told ya, prefers karaoka Cheap shit, half
yo breath stank you lie and yo breath stank Damn homeboy won't you chew on some gum You smell like a mixture of chili dogs and rum Don't be cheap and
town So, of course, we headed on down Well, it took us an hour to walk that far Carryin' our fortune in a Mason jar It was all pretty sad, a cheap county
Like chanclaso deep like fregadaso Still got the Coke and Rum and flex the brasos Then I hit you from a different angle Leg sweep cheap shot bird
you will find them In the cheap hotels and bars Hustling the senoritas While they dance beneath the stars Spending those renegade pesos On a bottle of rum
with the brown bag wrapped around the forty Hold up, yo, I said hold up, here he come J motherfucking Ro and he's buzzing off the rum It's the J-Ro
of the sea try to beat the old polina on a passage from Dundee Chorus Now we're back in old st. john's where rum is very cheap we'll drink a health
7 lonely nights 7 lonely days I been thinking 'bout you girl In just as many ways Running out of money Running out of time Feeling kind of empty Like a cheap
Cowboy in the jungle By: jimmy buffett 1978 There's a cowboy in the jungle And he looks so out of place With his shrimpskin boots and his cheap cheroots
never seen it Don't ever forget that you just may wind up in my song -- spoken: "alright let's reggae reefers!" Called all my friends on those cheap
't stop blooming. if your heart's a diamond, buddy, what's the price? if your heart's a diamond what's the fucking price? your mouth is cheap and your
sick Than a hairy-chested, cheap double-breasted suited man with a hard dick I guess that I was courios I guess that I was young I guess it was that rum
