If you wanna hang out youve got to take her out; cocaine. If you wanna get down, down on the ground; cocaine. She dont lie, she dont lie, she dont lie; cocaine.
If you got bad news, you wanna kick them blues; cocaine. When your day is done and you wanna run; cocaine. She dont lie, she dont lie, she dont lie; cocaine.
If your thing is gone and you wanna ride on; cocaine. Dont forget this fact, you cant get it back; cocaine. She dont lie, she dont lie, she dont lie; cocaine.
She dont lie, she dont lie, she dont lie; cocaine.
He's drivin' a jeep But he ain't in the Army Gets all his cigarette money From his mommy Dressed like a rootin' tootin' Texas cowboy But this lone ranger's Never seen a horse
He wanna be Americano Americano, Americano He wants to drive a Cadillac Now he's chasing showgirls Smokin' Camels, whiskey and soda Now he's never goin' back
He's cruisin streets for gold Dressed in designer clothes Brother if your too slow You'd better not blink Or you'll wind up in the drink
Wanna be Americano Americano, Americano Gotta buy a diamond ring 'Cause that's his baby's Favorite thing Okay, all right, yeah man Wanna be American Wanna be American
He's in the land where Anything can happen Reach for the stars Grab that golden ring Just remember he's Americano Well watch it pal 'Cause he'll take everything
He wanna be Americano Americano, Americano He wants to drive a Cadillac Now he's chasing showgirls Smokin' Camels, whiskey and soda Now he's never goin' back
He likes that rock and roll He's playing baseball Loves Marilyn Monroe A coca cola Joe And a pizza pie to go
Wanna be Americano Americano, Americano Gotta buy a diamond ring 'Cause thats his baby's Favorite thing Okay, all right, yeah man
Wanna be American Wanna be American Wanna be Americano!
I can’t help my feelings; I’ll go out of my mind. These players come to get me ’Cause they’d like my behind. I can’t love my business, If I can’t get a trick. Down on Santa Monica, Where tricks are for kids.
Oh, come on and kick me. Oh, come on and kick me. (Oh.) Come on and kick me. (Oh.) You’ve got your problems; (Oh.) I’ve got my ass wipe (Oh.) You’ve got your big G's; I’ve got my hash pipe.
I can’t help my boogies; They get out of control. I know that you don’t care But I want you to know. The knee-stocking flavor Is a favorite treat Of men that don’t bother With the taste of a teat.
Oh, come on and kick me. Oh, come on and kick me. (Oh.) Come on and kick me. (Oh.) You’ve got your problems; (Oh.) I’ve got my ass wipe (Oh.) You’ve got your big G's; I’ve got my hash pipe.
Oh, come on and kick me. Oh, come on and kick me. (Oh.) Come on and kick me. (Oh.) You’ve got your problems; (Oh.) I’ve got my ass wide. (Oh.) You’ve got your big G's; I’ve got my hash pipe. I’ve got my hash pipe. I've got my hash pipe. I've got my hash pipe.
All the leaves are brown And the sky is gray I went for a walk On a winter’s day I’d be safe and warm If I was in L.A. Oh, California Dreamin’ On such a winter’s day, hey Well baby, all the leaves, the leaves, the leaves are brown And the sky is gray Oh, I went for a walk On a winter’s day I, I, I’d be safe and warm If I was, mira, if I was in L.A. Mmm, yeah, California dreamin’ On such a winter’s day, yeah On such a winter’s day, yeah On such a winter’s day, eh-hey Dream on, California dreamin’, dream on
She gave you everything she had But she was young and dumb She'd just turned twenty-one She didn't care to hang around So when the shit came down Why she was nowhere to be found This life can turn a good girl bad She was the sweetest thing That you had ever seen
You're such a delicate boy In the hysterical realm Of an emotional landslide In physical terms
With your cherry lips and golden curls You could make grown men gasp When you'd go walking past them In your hot pants and high heels They could not believe That such a body was for real It seemed like rainbows would appear Whenever you came near the clouds would disappear Because you looked just like a girl Your baby blues would flash And suddenly a spell was cast
You hold a candle in your heart You shine the light on hidden parts You make the whole world wanna dance You bought yourself a second chance Go Baby Go Go We're right behind you Go baby Go Go Yeah We're looking at you Go baby Go Go Aw we're right behind you Go Baby Go Baby Yeah We're looking at you Go
I'll wait here You're crazy Those vicious streets are filled with strays You should've never gone to Hollywood
They find you Two-time you Say you're the best they've ever seen You should've never trusted Hollywood
I wrote you And told you You were the biggest fish out here You should've never gone to Hollywood
They take you And make you They look at you in disgusting ways You should've never trusted Hollywood
I was standing on the wall Feeling ten feet tall All you maggots Smoking fags on Santa Monica Blvd.
This is my front page This is my New Age All you bitches put your hands in the air And wave them like you just don't care
All you maggots Smoking fags out there on Sunset Blvd. All you bitches put your hands in the air And wave them like you just don't care
Phony people come to pray
Look at all of them beg to stay Phony people come to pray (The lines in the letter said...) Look at all of them beg to stay (..."We have gone to Hackensack") Phony people come to pray
All you maggots Smoking fags on Santa Monica Blvd. All you maggots Smoking fags out there on Sunset Blvd. All you maggots Smoking fags out there on Hollywood Blvd.
You should've never trusted Hollywood You should've never gone to Hollywood
All you bitches put your hands in the air And wave them like you just don't care
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