bird. ``All is quiet'', said the bird. ``Holy cow! A talking bird!'', thought Peter. Just then, Bruce the Duck came waddling by. Bruce was very happy that Peter
would line up in a single-file line And take our turns at waxing girls' behinds But every time it came to me, I was shit out of luck Because I'd stick
toy or another How do we do it? Yo, go ask your mother The freak need us, beat leaders Let me tell you somethin? You ain't heard nuttin this funky, Peter
You should wish me luck I've taken my own head off It was not my idea of fun It was not my idea of fun So here's the prediction, you get an affliction
hey hey I'm leaning on a shoulder even though there's no one around. And I was feeling like a million bucks and so I started for the pennies just to test my luck
or to put upon a pedestal Only dead fish float with the stream Compared with you I seem like an extra-terrestrial I'm not your Robin Hood or Peter Pan
a true born Irishman. We made our way into Geelong, then north to Ballarat, Where some of us grew mighty thin, and some grew sleek and fat. Some tried their luck
Rich Mullins Psalm 119:26-37, Matthew 6:19-21, Second Peter 3:9-13 Lord help me be what You want me to be Being Yours is all that I want (all that I want
My name is Peter - I'm a drummer in a band and I'm old. My name is Peter - I'm grabbing my grave behind the tent. One millimeter a week, cause I'm to
't die, but I come back again and again Red rum, red rum come and get some Hey mad niggaz hung by their tongues when I sung Play a game, press your luck
down eatin' you. [Chorus:] Be actin' Lezbehonest. No more trips for you down south. Ding-a-ling you know you want it, take the pussy out yo mouth. You love the peter
and I'll dream a better dream for you If your fortune ever fails you and you're down without a dime to see you through there's still luck that you
and all I can do is wonder why Like I'm in prison, my mind is occupied with busting out When our sleeper has risen Said what are these walking blues about Hey peter
s made from a pepper by a guy named Peter Piper? And in conclusion, how many pipers do you know that pick pickles? And how many Peters are pickled? [
they?ll apy and say you?re A1 If you become a farmer you?ve the weather to buck If you become a gambler you?ll be stuck with your luck But Jack you?ll
Blackpool, alight,To see the lights...Mutley's in the drivin' seat,Stez Styx is in the front,An' we're going down to Blackpool,To up some fuckin' cunt.An' Peter
't illuminate the musty corners of this place. There is a lofty, lonely, Lohengrenic castle in the clouds -- I draw my murky meanings there, but seven years' dark luck
m the fellow you came in with Luck be a lady Luck be a lady Luck be a lady tonight. Luck be a lady tonight. Luck be a lady tonight. Luck, if you