and where they belong But it's really not bad for an eight hour song Second verse, better yet worse Give my all for the company man Help him up and give
whistlin' round The house and the moon was yellow as gold You give your good one mattress Up to aunt Lizzie and uncle Fred Too many kinfolks on a bad night
't get hold of me. Not because I don't here, But because I can't answer with this kind of company. I'm not gonna lie, It's one of those nights I'm not
've followed you in the door But I didn't have a ticket stub So I waited all night till the break of day Hopin' one of us could get free Oh, when the
's good She's very, very good But when she's bad She's great. Chorus: And she's mine All mine Her heart belongs to me She's mine All mine One hot piece
more Then she said, move a little to the left, move a little to the right You're messin' with some bad company, and I can't play with you all night
autopsy report, terrorist type of 'tack The lifeline intertwined with true belief got distorted Caught it late night on Telemundo, night court it, teleport it Spotted in boot camp dishing out an ass whipping, bad
true starlets My man had a humor that's expressing and gentle We played backgammon all night Smoking kool cigs till the sun entered the temple From a bad
company You still see, what I see All of the homies in the LB Sittin' back, and we makin' the cash Warren G, Perfec, Hershey Locc and Bad Ass And we
Telling you that you're self involved, and self centered But they don't know, do they? About the long night shifts alone About the years of keeping yourself company All the nights
When does a lover ever learn to say goodbye? When does a lover finally stop giving it one more try? If holding you for a night or two is all I'm ever
no place to go So with the top pulled down We drove all night, ran off to Mexico But my blonde-haired, blue-eyed cowboy Turned out to be bad news Disappeared one
needs some company Something to hold on to for a night Well, she never thought she'd be this lonely She thought that she was the one and only for him
get up out of this spot man And get a job man before you get smoked man I know you don't wanna hear it man But, man, wait, hold up loc you've got company
set) Jim Pons (vocals) Bad Concience: Does this kind of life look interesting to you? Night after night, dinners with Herb Cohen. Thrill-packed, fun
sky, Above the riverbed the world's run dry, I beat the air, for those who hear, And through the night my call goes out unheard, I cry for company and
* released in the days before "Here to Save You All" (send ALL QUESTIONS about this song to the typist) --- [Sample] Alright. Now which one of these
gashes after On my left, one finger for each burrough I can touch On my right, one finger for each time that I wake up midsummer night Who's cloaked in