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Someday I'm gonna be famous Do I have talent well, no These days you don't really need it Thanks to reality shows Can't wait to date a supermodel Can
In a flat Forty-One with my strat by the door We was goin' to the country for what we came for I'm sure you've smelled the trees in the air The best of
When I woke up this mornin' Had a smile run across my face My baby from town just had to get down Come and drag me all over the place Gotta drive on
Got a girl, her name's Francine Finest thing you ever seen And I love her, she's all that I want And I need her, she's all that I need Well, Francine
One, two, whatcha gonna do? Can you come and see me tonight? Black, white, feel alright If you could in broad daylight If I could get to see her You
I just got paid today Got me a pocket full of change Said, I just got paid today And got me a pocket full of change If you believe like workin' hard
You know I'm wild about you, baby Been keepin' me from my sleep at night You know I'm hung up on you, little doll You just don't treat your daddy right
I'm so tired, you on my head Whiskey'n mama, you shouldn't have said You wanted me to be your lover true Then turn around and treats me just likes you
So vikki Eydie is not going to make it through the techno age, well which of us will? I dont no the a VCR and an IUD although i aught to find out i would
Fat as I am. Who wants to see a diva fat as I am? I get mistaken now for Lainie Kazan. How is it that I'm fat as I am? Fat as I am. The camera's gonna
I'm singing Broadway and I love it I'm singing Broadway and I'm proud You can keep your Springsteen Shove your Chaka I really don't care for that kind
that job, but now its move over Meryl Streep, theres new light on the cinamatic horrizon, Madonna. Oh this is not going to be so much as mud flinging
"This next story is a true story. it concerns two of my favorite subjects: industrial theft . . . and-a t-ts! mmm, what a combo! this is the story . . .
my boyfriend Ernie, and he said to me "Soph, you got no tits and a tight box". I said to him "Ernie get off my back." From Bette Midler's Mud Will Be
She put him out like the burnin' end of a midnight cigarette She broke his heart, he spent his whole life tryin' to forget We watched him drink his pain
only one way to get there You gotta get a little mud on the tires And then with a little luck We might just get stuck Lets get a little mud on the tires
Don't know what I'm doing here I'll carry on regardless Got enough money for one more beer I'll carry on regardless Good as gold but stupid as mud He
