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East County bound
Loaded up and truckin'.
Eastbound and down
Load it up and truckin'.
Eastbound and down
Load it up and tuck it.
Eastbound and down
Loaded up and truckin'.
The boys are thirsty in Atlanta
And there's beer in Texua County.
The boys are thirsty in Atlanta
And there's beer in Texarkana.
The boys are thirsty in Atlanta
And there's fear in Texarkana.
The boys are thirsty in Atlanta
And there's beer in Texarkana.
East bound a dime
Loaded up and truckin'.
East bound and down
Load it up and truckin'.
He's bowin' down
Loaded up and truckin'.
Eastbound and down
Load it up and truckin'.
He's counting down
Eastbound and down
He's found a dime
Blow 'em up and f*** 'em.
He gonna do what
They say can't be dumb.
Eastbound and down
Load it up and truckin'.
He's gonna do what
They say can't be done.
He's out of bounds
East bound and down
He's signin' off
East bound and down
That there's a fish stick in Atlanta
And there's beer in Texarkana.
The boys are thirsty in Atlanta
And there's beer in Texarkana.
There's a fish stick in Atlanta
And there's beer in Texarkana.
The boys are thirsty in Atlanta
And there's beer in Texarkana
I could write a sonnet
About your Easter vomit
I could write a sonnet
About your Easter bonnet
Go itchy on me, baby
Go easy on me, baby
Song came out in the 2020s, so please file it under "misc".
When I am drowning in these islands
When I am drowning in this silence
Song came out in the 2020s, so please file it under "misc" until we get the "2020s" listing. Thank you for your cooperation.
I will f*** with an angel's desire to please.
I went forth with an age-old desire to please.
Editor's note: To the person who submitted this, this song was performed by Stevie Nicks as a solo artist, NOT Fleetwood Mac.
Just like a waddling duck
Just like a white-winged dove.
Just like the ones we love
Just like the white-winged dove
Editor's note: This song was performed by Stevie Nicks as a solo artist, NOT by Fleetwood Mac as a band.
Just like the right-winged girl.
Just like the white-winged dove
Just like the water wing girl.
Just like a white-winged dove.
They're gonna like the old thing
They're gonna light the old flame
Eli's coming
Hide your hot girl.
Eli's coming
Hide your heart, girl.
Oh, He lives again.
Oh, Elizabeth
Oh, it ain't so bad
Oh, Elizabeth
You're booty-wooty-full.
Your beauty will live on.
Baal, fire up!
or
Bale! Fire up!
Elvira
Elvira
My heart's on fire, Hell Fire
Elvira
My heart's on fire, Elvira
Get you all a boom box, a boom box at my house.
Giddy up, a oom papa oom papa mow mow.
Hell fire up
My heart's on fire, Hell fire up!
Elvira
My heart's on fire, for Elvira.
We're gonna circumcise that preacher man.
We're gonna search and find that preacher man.
These are the words I held back as I was leading to see
These are the words I held back as I was leaving too soon
Well it's all right
Even if they see you're thong.
Well it's all right
Even if they say you're wrong.
England swings like a pendulum do
Poppy's own bicycle two by two
England swings like a pendulum do
Bobbies on bicycles two by two
Mama sold pajamas and your papa's mustache
Falling out the window, still frolic in the hash
Trawlin' up the river, stealin' thunder up in Maine
Gazing at the havoc in the very last game.
Mama's old pajamas and your papa's mustache
Falling out the window sill, frolic in the grass
Tryin' to mock the way they talk fun but all in vain
Gaping at the dapper men with derby hats and canes.
Mama sold pajamas and your papa's mustache
Falling out the window, still frolic in the hash
Trawlin' up the river, stealin' thunder up in Maine
Gazing at the havoc in the very last game.
Mama's old pajamas and your papa's mustache
Falling out the window sill, frolic in the grass
Tryin' to mock the way they talk fun but all in vain
Gaping at the dapper men with derby hats and canes.
Penguin swings like a penguin do
England swings like a pendulum do
The rosy red cheeks of the little chilled wren.
The rosy red cheeks of the little children.
West Mister Abby, the tower pig-pen
Westminster Abbey, the Tower, Big Ben
Where's Mr. Abby?
The tower Big Ben
Westminster Abbey
The tower, Big Ben
Excellent, end till night
Exit light, enter night
It's just deceased under your bed
In your closet, in your head!
It's just the beast under your bed
In your closet, in your head.
I don't think you know white penis
I don't think you know what pain is
I've got to meet you by tomorrow noon and cut through all this red tape
At a park full of valleys where we'll plan our escape
I've got to meet you by tomorrow noon and cut through all this red tape
At a bar called O'Malleys where we'll plan our escape
If you like peeing in a closet
If you don't care much for yogurt
If you like Pina Colada
If you're not into yoga
I can hear the ringing of the Peter Paul guitar
I can hear the ringing of a beat up old guitar
Oh, I can hear em' playing.
I can hear the ringin' on a beautiful guitar
Oh, I can hear em singing
Keep on dreaming
Even if it breaks your heart
Oh, I can hear em' playing.
I can hear the ringing of a beat up old guitar
Oh, I can hear em singing
Keep on dreaming
Even if it breaks your heart
Time, we've learned to stay lovin'.
Time, we've learned to sail above.
Rub your body.
Rock you body.
Now I can't even watch Dynasty
Now I can't even walk down the street
A little town and a great big night
A little town and a great big light
Grew up on a diaper
Grew up on a tight rope
Every day is infanticide
Every day is a faded sign
It's kinda like noon in the bedroom light
It's kinda like noon in the dead of night
It's kinda like noon in the dead n night.
It's kinda like noon in the dead of night.
Every light in the housing zone
Every light in the house is on
And like walnuts I wanna break you
And like a wild horse I wanna break you
I almost want to rape you
Like a wild horse I want to break you
Like a fire I wanna flame you
And like a wild horse I wanna break you
She's a marionette in blue jeans
She's a Marilyn in blue jeans
I had an iron wig so I dropped my gun.
I had an iron will so I dropped my guard.
That westbound Santa Fe don't stop here anymore.
That westbound to Santa Fe don't stop here anymore.
You see all my light and you love my duck.
You see all my light and you love my dark.
Everywhere I've been on the map I'm holding
Yeah, everywhere I've been
And everywhere I'm goin'
From the backwoods to the neon gully
Every red pin on the map I'm holding
You're everywhere I've been
And everywhere I'm goin'
From backwoods to the neon glowin'
Don't get me long
Don't get me wrong
I am a father's son 'cuz he's offensive and missed trees
or
I am a father's son 'cuz he's a fence, I'm a mistery.
I am my father's son 'cuz he's a phantom, a mystery.