, let the beat go down Before I realize that this is over Another time like this will never come around Dont be the one to say that this is over Second
my friends I see their faces yet And often at night when the sea is high And the rain is tearing at my skin I hear the cries of drowning men Floating over
'all clits a hickie And plus the weed I puff is from the planet of Cheech and Chong Where the earth is chronic, and How To Roll a Blunt is the theme song
m thinkin' laundromat We washin' this money You think this shit is about rhymes You'll find yourself under the fuckin' ground you know? We get low when the Feds is in town, this is
surprise She replied and said You can hold me once, you can hold me twice Even better if the stars are good tonight You can hold me, be my one and only This is
gonna roll this truckin' convoy 'cross the USA Convoy (Ah, breaker, Pigpen this here's the Duck and you wanna back off on them hogs?) (Ah, ten-four, about five mile
bright The fire glows and flickers Between the catcus pickers Out on the edge of town He wants to settle down All I'm asking for... (way over here) is
friends, somewhere in Washington enshrined in some little folder, is a study in black and white of my fingerprints. And the only reason I'm singing you this song now is
miles to Memphis Eighteen miles to Memphis Eighteen miles to Memphis Eighteen miles to Memphis Eighteen miles to Memphis Eighteen miles to Memphis Ohh, eighteen miles to Memphis Eighteen miles
box lunches an' we started out a-walkin', an' we come to a big iron bridge which was five miles from town where we observed a big sign which says "West Nishnabotna". I says "This
kids like you do.? Miley: ok? So back to the whole concert thing? Lilly: wait who?s Melissa? Miley: Jackson?s girlfriend anyway the real reason I can?t go is (engine revving over Miley speaking) is
NEWSCASTER, wearing headphones. SFX: Helicopter blades.) CAT (AS NEWSCASTER) This is the cat in the hat Live from Skycam Five. Folks, the Jungle of Nool Is
, striding over the pine trees and smashing them. Walking engines of glittering metal. Each carried a huge funnel and I realized with horror that I'd seen this
of the dice, Shorty with me, we slingin' a pipe, Chrome thing on right, one on the wip, it'll ring on your top And I be five thousand miles from the block
The road to Gundagai, five miles from Boonabri; And we tramped from Lazy Harry's on the road to Gundagai. Recorded by A.L. Lloyd- Australian Bush Songs see also GUNDAGAI --- this is
it down and start again Finisterre to tear it down and start again Finisterre to tear it down and start again Think about the love back in Finisterre Five miles north is a town
re 18 Miles from Memphis 18 Miles from Memphis Ooh, 18 Miles from Memphis 18 Miles from Memphis Yeah, 18 Miles from Memphis 18 Miles from Memphis Ooh, 18 Miles
