All those bugs. Buzzin' round. Well they fly in the air. And you comb your hair. And the summer time will make you itch the. Mosquito bites. . The buzz of love.
All those bugs. Buzzin' round. Well they fly in the air. And you comb your hair. And the summer time will make you itch the. Mosquito bites. . The buzz of love.
The big ol' bug is the new baby now. The big ol' bug is the new baby now. The big ol' bug is the new baby now. The big ol' bug is the new baby now. The big ol' bug is the new baby now.
I've heard about a place, where they enlarge yer space. Don't cost ya very much, they seem to know their stuff,. They take pity on the small ones. . So I want to go to Brainville. Let's get in.
I see ya flyin' in your UFO all the time. Crash and burnin' in my backyard. It's begs and achin' all the time. . I ridin' on your brainwaves. Surfin in a dream.
For the benefit of Mr. Kite. There will be a show tonight on trampoline. The Hendersons will all be there. Late of Pablo Fanques Fair-what a scene. Over men and horses hoops and garters.
I see ya flyin' in your UFO all the time. Crash and burnin' in my backyard. It's begs and achin' all the time. . I ridin' on your brainwaves. Surfin in a dream.
Batman, Batman, Batman. Batman, Batman, Batman, Batman. . Batman, Batman, Batman. Batman, Batman, Batman, Batman. . Batman, Batman, Batman. Batman, Batman, Batman, Batman.
Did good, baby. So we can go. The time right now. Thing is. . The sun shines now. But we're so alone. It's not, tis not. The light. That shines. . The way, away.
You can be my head. Oh, I really need one. 'Cause it's used all its better days. You can be my head. 'Cause I've ruined this one. Blasting holes where it used to be.
Come on. Don't be afraid. If everyone. There'd be nothing. . Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing left. . Put your. If it becomes. Throw it up. Or give it.
You're sorta stuck where you are. But in your dreams you can buy expensive cars. Or live on Mars. And have it your way. . And you hate your boss at your job.
You're sorta stuck where you are. But in your dreams you can buy expensive cars. Or live on Mars. And have it your way. . And you hate your boss at your job.
Chorus (revolver). Its a bagi party. Cheka chibukucho tiyake. Utha kubwela usanadye. Chifukwa its a bagi party. . Verse 1 (stich fray). Bring no bottle.
He bit your lip. And on the tip. Of your tongue. Was your view. The heavy belt. With how you felt. In ways. That tilted you. . The paper cuts. From the love letter.
Ah. Bad habits. Sick puppy. Thigh high. Knee deep. . Do you wanna hold hands?. Should we get back down?. She wanna slow dance?. . Should've known, little girl that you'd do me wrong.
It's truly false, and it sets the mood, cold and bitter as a winter day,. My love is dead and bruised. Did you ever wonder when or why it all went away?.
Dear black December,. I'm writing in this eulogy. I don't wanna remember, all I wanna do is forget.. . 'Tis the season of giving. But to others soles spare me.
I know my enemy and I can't forget his name,. Distant memories of a man that just couldn't change,. And though I've tried to set aside,. I still carry them today.
I can't remember, the day we died!. My last memory, we were just tryin' to survive.. Ain't what it used to be, no I've grown cold.. Like watching the sun go to bed at the end of a lonely road..