Übersetzung: Weird Al Yankovic. The Great Mighty Poo.
: Of all the foolish things to do I became a connoisseur of great excuse And my pessimistic 'pass the blame' Will never make this go away Of all the
: From a barque in the harbour I went roaming on shore And stepped into a pub where I was oft times before And as I was sitting and enjoying my glass
: 'It was a cold day for September', was all I thought to say When I saw you on the street the other day Something's changed between us, all the talk
: Well it was on this monday morning And the day be calm and fine A harbour grace excursion With the boys who had the time And just before the sailor
: There's a Wedding in the chapel, And the bride is oh so happy, And Daddy's got a shotgun in his hand, The groom is sweatin' bullets, As the priest
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: Well I left as soon as I heard him yelling in their room I took his knife, my bible, and left the rest Thinking I would be home soon I never believed
: Maybe you'll jump into My ship and blast away Over the blueish sky Into out starry night We'll travel to the moon Over the Milky Way Straight for orion
Imagine and keep on wishin upon a star Finally realizing who the fuck we are When I penetrate, it's been withstandin, faded would it be the greatest
Somebody call SVU!), I rape songs Fatt Father collarin fake bums, like Steak-umms With great guns, that'll have you covered in A1 Al Green told me I was
the spot, 260 2L, I heard they had O's for sale I heard the same shit, money drive a burgundy whip Keep it low, faded licenses plates and great plate
for you, you are blind, you don't see what you have done What do you want to control, the third world was becomes reality You won't be a great soldier
but I'm sorry I ain't heartbroken I put out al the stops To regret all the fights we had but really I ain't heartbroken Hey I feel great I feel strong
: Yeah, yeah Sniff ya brains out, all my Al Capone, Al Pacino niggas For real, nigga Sniff ya brains out, all my Al Capone, Al Pacino niggas For them
my damage Because I was chased, thrilled and altered And it raised me Suele tener Me suelto Me suelto en el deshacer Al puro perder el ganar no compara I always thought you had great
drama in school Article 2, my 16's are like Billion-dollar budget movie scene on big screens Al Green is doing my themes From off the Greatest Hits which
: We got that rhythm pumpin' up A beat without a drummer Tell me ain't we touch We got, great big bottom for gettin' down Got the only low bass baby
