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Too long. It's the third round.
Oho, face to face now.
Your mom
Is the bird man
Oho
Face to face now
Lucky there's a man who positively can do
all the things that make us eff'ing cry.
Lucky there's a man who positively can do
all the things that make us laugh and cry.
Hank, why do you drink
Hank, why do you don't smoke?
Hank why do you drink
Hank, why do you roll smoke?
Why do you drink and why do y'all smoke?
Why do you drink? Hank, why do you roll smoke?
Why do you drink
And why do y'all smoke?
Why do you drink?
Hank, why do you roll smoke?
Why do you drink
And why do you blow smoke?
Why do you drink?
Hank, why do you roll smoke?
Get some whipped cream on a tire tool
Get some whipped cream on the top, too
Got that Bourbon Street steak with the Oriental shake
Got that Bourbon Street steak with the Oreo shake
I gotta spoil my baddie with enough grade.
I gotta spoil my baby with an upgrade.
Ahe handed me a heart-shaped locket
That said, 'Design on self three two.'
She handed me a heart-shaped locket
That said, 'To thine own self be true'
And I shivered as I watched a roach crawl across
The toe of my ivory shoe
And I shivered as I watched a roach crawl across
The toe of my high heeled shoe
Here's the one chance
Panties won't let me down.
Here's your one chance
Fancy, don't let me down.
Here's your one chance
Fancy, go milk a cow.
Here's your one chance
Fancy, don't let me down.
Here's your watch
And Fancy, don't let me down.
Here's your one chance
Fancy, don't let me down.
Here's your watch
Fancy, don't let me down.
Here's your one chance
Fancy, don't let me down.
Mama died in a heap in back
Mama died and I ain't been back
Momma died of an achin' back
Momma died and I ain't been back
Mother died in her haven black
Mama died and I ain't been back
She handed me a hardship-locking cassette
'Cause I don't self-protrude
Then I shivered as I watched a roach crawl across
The toe of my ivory shoe
She handed me a heart-shaped locket that said,
"To thine own self be true."
And I shivered as I watched a roach crawl across
The toe of my high-heeled shoe
Well, I maybe been born just wanie like trash
But Nacey was my name.
Well, maybe just born plain white trash
But Fancy was my name.
Aaww, sookie!
Aaww, suck it!
Originally used by Ted Nugent in 'Free For All'.
Aaww, suitcase!
Aaww, sooky!
Aw, f*** it!
Aaww, suck it!
Awe, suck it!
Ah, sookie!
"Ah, sookie" ... a standard Rock music exclamation. See "Sookie, Sookie" By Steppenwolf 1968
Maybe I'll play cards and be as fast as you
Maybe I'll break hearts and be as fast as you
The razor that Schick made
Finally nicked me
Cut open my knees
The pain that shaked me
Finally made me
Get up off of my knees
That song sank the riverbank
First time feelin'.
That sunset riverbank
First time feelin'.
You with the Spanish heart.
You got a fast car.
I'd been hit by love girl, fast movin' train.
I'd been hit by another fast movin' train.
Your fetus and your buns
You're fearless and you're fun.
So let me find my tongue and remind myself
Don't say that word
Not the one people say too much
or
Not the one we both hate too much
So let me bite my tongue and remind myself
Don't say that word
Not the one we both heard too much
My underwear in sight.
or
My wonder-wear in sight.
Tomorrow's nowhere in sight.
Pencil writes
Feels so right
This ole lie
Feels so right
I was so convinced that what I thought I heard was right that I told who I was arguing with about the lyrics that it was "this ole lie" because Randy Owens wrote it while going through a divorce.
Thistle wine
Feels so right.
fields of rice
Feels so right
"Fields Of Gold" by
Sting
Upon the fields of foggy.
Upon the fields of barley.
I can't wait.
I can't live.
It's cowboy toast.
Let's have a toast.
Lyin' next to horror stories
Blind dates and horror stories
I can cool 'em down when they're smoking pot.
I can cool 'em down when they're smouldering hot.
The first dive in the deepend.
The first cut is the deepest.
Those curlers are cheapest
First cut is the deepest
You and me going fishin' in the dark
Fall in the water and get eaten by a shark.
You and me going fishin' in the dark
Lyin' on our backs and countin' the stars.
You and me going poopin' in the dark, wipin' our bums with scraps of bark.
You and me going fishin' in the dark
Lyin' on our backs and countin' the stars.
When first they saw the killer
He was buyin' water hose.
When first they saw the killer,
He was by a water hole.
Maybe you're tobacco
Maybe you've forgotten
Sauntered north and flossed my teeth
Against a sky of baby blue.
Saw a northbound flock of geese
Against a sky of baby blue.
We're the Welfare Kids!!
Ten million strong and growing!!
We are Flintstones Kids
Ten million strong, and growing.
Well I courted lovely Flora, some pleasure there to find,
But she turned into another man, which sore distressed my mind.
Well I courted lovely Flora, some pleasure there to find,
But she turned unto another man, which sore distressed my mind.
Eating flowers off the wall
That don't bother me at all.
Counting flowers off the wall
That don't bother me at all.
Got some flowers on the wall
Countin' flowers on the wall
It's good to see you while ago
I know out there's a fright
Anyway my eyes are not accustomed to this sight
And my shoes are not accustomed to this hard-grind beat.
It's good to see you, I must go
I know I look a fright
Anyway my eyes are not accustomed to this light
And my shoes are not accustomed to this hard concrete.
It's good to see you, I must go
I know I lick a front.
It's good to see you, I must go
I know I look a fright.
Johnson's flowers on the wall
That don't bother me at all.
Counting flowers on the wall
That don't bother me at all.
Playing solitaire ’til dawn
Flip the deck up if you won
Playing solitaire ’til dawn
With a deck of 51
Eat the babies
Who don't have enough to eat
Kill the children
For the shoes on their feet
Feed the babies
Who don't have enough to eat
Shoe the children
With no shoes on their feet
Feed the baddies
Who don't have enough to eat
Wanna shoot the children
With no shoes on their feet
Feed the babies
Who don't have enough to eat
Shoe the children
With no shoes on their feet
Put down that flask, Walt
And pour me some asphalt.
Put down that flyswatter
And pour me some ice water.
My mother's got a breast of soul
My mother, God rest her soul
And that train keeps on rollin'
Down that sad a** road
And that train keeps on rollin'
Down to San Antone
I shot a ballerina just to watch her die.
I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die.
I shot up Janet Reno.
I shot a man in Reno.
And then the ashes pass on slowly down
As in the ashes, passion slowly dies
Do I look familiar if I don't wear eyeshadow?
Do I look familiar? If I don't, well I should
I pee'd in the water
Our feet in the water
I peed in the water when she pressed her lips to mine
Our feet in the water, she pressed her lips to mine
I peed in the water; she'd press her lips to mine.
Our feet in the water, she'd press her lips to mine.
It's too late to call me quiz
It's too late to call it quits
I'm gonna love your fur, Eva
For every endeavor, Raymond.
I'm gonna love you forever
Forever and ever, Amen.
We will be together on the holidays.
We will be together all of our days.
A rebel in blue jeans
Forever in blue jeans
The rebel in blue jeans
Forever in blue jeans
Father Good Times
For the good times
Hear the whisper of the raindrops blowing salt against the window
Hear the whisper of the raindrops blowing soft against the window
Crotchman are running nearer my stinky underwear
They ride gonna smell all night.
Horsemen are drawing nearer on leather steed
They ride they have come to take your life.
Four strong winds that blow lonely
Seven seas that run dry.
Four strong winds that blow lonely
Seven seas that run high.
I'm made for love, not for Haiti.
I'm made for love, not for hating.
A couple of you are gonna reach my chin.
A couple of you are gonna grease my chin.
The f***s went out on a chilly night
The fox went out on a chilly night
"Freak On A Leash" by
Korn
Archie Bunker, Meathead
A cheap f**k for me to lay
Pair of boobs and a sack of clothes
Pair of boots and a sack of clothes
Freakin' easy down the road I go
Free and easy down the road I go.
Fred ain't see down the road I go.
Free and easy down the road I go.
Fred easy down the road I go
Free and easy down the road I go.
Kept bumping into that mystery
God plunked deep down inside of me
Kept bumping into that misery
Locked up deep down inside of me
When I'd get lost in a moment pairing weakness with emotion
When I'd get lost in a momentary weakness of emotion
We tried to wash our hands of almonds
We've tried to wash our hands of all this
We tried to wash our hands of omens
We've tried to wash our hands of all this
Tuesday, Wednesday hard to attack
Tuesday, Wednesday - Heart Attack
Blame it all on my poots, I s*** in my boots.
Blame it all on my roots, I showed up in boots.
Blame it all on my roots, I showed up in boots
and ruined your black tie and vest..
or
Blame it all on my roots, I showed up in boots,
and a ranger black tie affair
or
Blame it all on my roots, I growed up in boots,
and ruined your black tie affair
or
Blame it all on my roots, I growed up in boots,
and ruined your black tie affair
Blame it all on my roots, I showed up in boots
and ruined your black tie affair.
Blame it all on my roots, I shit in my boots
And ruined a good pair of socks.
Blame it all on my roots, I showed up in boots
And ruined your black tie affair.
Blame it all on my roots, I shit in my boots
Blame it all on my roots, I showed up in boots
Blame it all on my roots, I showed up in boots
And ruined your black guy affair.
Blame it all on my roots, I showed up in boots
And ruined your black tie affair.
Blame it all on my roots,
I showed up with boobs
Blame it all on my roots,
I showed up in boots
Blame it all on my roots
I showed up with booze.
Blame it all on my roots
I showed up in boots.
I ain't big on slow paces.
I ain't big on social graces.
I f***ed her in boots
Ruined her black tied-underwear.
I showed up in boots
And ruined your black tie affair.
I felt the fear in his thighs
I saw the fear in his eyes
I'll be as high as that Alvrie Tower.
I'll be as high as that Ivory Tower.
I'm not big on sauce and races.
I'm not big on social graces.
I'm not big on saucer trays.
I'm not big on social graces.
I'm not big on sausage and gravy
I'm not big on social graces
I'm not big on sausage gravy
I'm not big on social graces
I'm not big on saw-shoe phrases.
I'm not big on social graces.
I'm not big on socks and braces.
I'm not big on social graces.
I've got friends in law places
or
I've got friends in close places
or
I've got friends in close places
I've got friends in low places
Where the whiskey's brown
And the beer is tasteless.
Where the whiskey drowns
And the beer chases.
And I'll be a gay
And I'll be OK
I'm not big on slow places
I'm not big on social graces.
And you're the answer to my brains, enough's enough
And you're the answer to my prayers from up above
In the original album version, the person who sings this line is Bryan White, who provided the guest vocal in this version, but in the single version, it's Shania Twain herself.
Black society is where I belong.
Right beside you is where I belong.
From this moment, aww
From this moment on
When I take a whiff
As long as I live
Won't you get me some pumpkin pie?
Won't you take me to Funkytown?