I play in a band We're the best in the land We're big in both Chelsey & France. I play one mean guitar & then score at the bar There's a line o'chicks
your borough, because I'm crazy thorough No offspring running 'round but no my penile is not sterile Collects the crazy papes from, selling crazy tapes, umm Big
the tee, shuffle board Pin ball, he's got the score That everyone around here is trying to beat He?s a six pack up when he walks in Tells the band, "
Everyone's been telling lies Like the band up playing on the stage Teenage songs in middle age While the young lads burn their bass guitars And the big
could say you fucked up the scene Raking in fucking millions in dough What does the scene have to show? Shrewd business men, you made your big score For the bands
kind. There were copper bottom tympani in horse platoons Thundering, thundering all along the way. Double bell euphoniums and big bassoons, Each bassoon having it's big
don't play wit the team Bad Boy, so don't play wit the team Bad Boy, so don't play wit the team Da Band, Da Band, Da Band, 2003 Fire, fire, Too Hot
candy When it's all over they'll all head on down To the rodeo dance some midnight romance When the big rodeo comes to town The bands playing loud to
pistol in his face, make em' empty out his pockets If he think we fakin', he gon' know after we cock it And come to the PJ's, if you wanna score something
to settle the score. We've got preachers to plead for every last dime they need we sell you crack and speed and some band-aids when you bleed campaign
Shitfaced Written by Dropkick Murphys I play in a band, we're the best in the land We're big in both Chelsea and France I play one mean guitar and then score
I play in a band We're the best in the land We're big in both Chelsea and France I play one mean guitar and then score at the bar There's a line of
So what if I threw a party and all my friends were there? Acquaintances, relatives, the girls who never cared You'll have a host of rowdy hooligans in a big
I'm Pina Colada dropped Impala Rubber band the big dollas Runnin things they will remain Rollin up the weed mayne Jumpin outta a Lexus Coupe M R G a kinda
salsa and we're fat like Juben You're cranium's cracked from my Shaolin attack Protect your neck, Supertones strike back! We want this whole band to be a big
and kind. There were copper bottom tympani in horse platoons Thundering, thundering all along the way. Double bell euphoniums and big bassoons, Each bassoon having it's big
her back on her family She turned her back on her friends She turned her back on a married man When she took off that wedding band She said, "I'm giving
can suck a beach ball through a straw, act like A chipmunk and put nuts in each wall of her jaw, homie I'm just tryin' to teach ya'll how to score It
