backwash song Like a frying pan when the fire's gone Driving my pig while the band's taking pictures in the grass In my radio smashed And I like pianos
?m on fire Babe, I?m on fire My mate Bill Gates says it The President of the United States says it The slacker and the worker The girl in her burqa
girl, It's a girl, Mrs. Walker, it's a girl, It's a girl, Mrs. Walker, it's a girl, It's a girl, Mrs. Walker, it's a girl.
) Chad West [Verse One: Young Chris] Yo; Ayo Momma workin hard Big brother on the run lil sista cuttin up man shit just outta luck baby girl born brighten
on fire Well the blind piano tuner says it The Las Vegas crooner says it The hooligan moaner Whose holding a schooner I'm on fire Yeah, babe, I'm on
a hug I'll be your bearskin rug And I'll lie in front of your fire on winter Baby if you dare why don't you come on down to my lair And if you got some
hand out of a fire I don't need anybody to find me Tied up with piano wiring I'll never play Jacksonville again I'll never get on that southbound aeroplane
you walk in the streets and when I . . . when I heard of these from, from talk from my, from my home here, my piano! Gilly: Huh, my piano . . . It's
on the side of ma' hip bailed outside and pointed ma' weapon just as i thought the fools kept steppin' jumped in the fo' hit the juice on ma' ride I
m on fire Babe, I'm on fire The blind piano tuner says it The las vegas crooner says it The hooligan mooner Holding a schooner says Babe, I'm on fire
claims, risking their lives So it's fun to spend Christmas with children and wives A little girl sits down by the Christmas tree lights To play the piano
Pipe down and swearing. Look, from here on, You'd say nothing wrong. Now try it again. [Roxie Hart] - I was born on... [Velma Kelly] - Come on... You
on my hands that were full Put the good book on the mantle Burn, baby, burn, you could serve as a candle Last thing I heard was her on the piano Last
loser go the hangups, to the victor go the hangers on And my shoulders had to shrug As I crawled beneath the rug and retuned my piano They travel to
hats And davy crockett rides around And says it's cool for cats (cool for cats...) I never thought it would happen With me and the girl from clapham Out on
a girl It's a girl, Mrs. Walker, it's a girl It's a girl, Mrs. Walker, it's a girl It's a girl, Mrs. Walker, it's a girl
copper claims, risking their lives So it's fun to spend Christmas with children and wives Hey, little girl sits down by the Christmas tree lights To play the piano