of pigeons, the earlobes are vivid But if you try to test, you'll get smoked like a brisket Last palace, fast livin, Family Guy like Peter Griffin And
First night I spent in California I was homeless in a Venice beach It was all a dream came to California at seventeen little nigga tryna bubble up from
(Peter Cowap) You've walked out on the in crowd with a girl that you've just met for a little late night livin' on your own and you want to dance till
it on, here we go Let me tell ya somethin' You know I've been watchin' you Wonderin' how to make you mine And you know I want a piece of you 'coz girl
together plots and schemes like a piece to a puzzle The boys chasing broads but I'm out here stacking bars Motivated my screw tapes that's in my iPod My job is all night
(and rollerskates) (and rollerskates) (and rollerskates) Q-tip: Girl meets boy on thursday night Boy was high, girl fly like kite They hold hands until
And rollerskates And rollerskates And rollerskates Girl meets boy on Thursday night Boy was high, girl fly like kite They hold hands until next day Boy
II coast Friday night is the night they like to party the most From city to city, coast II coast (all night y'all) Friday night is the night they like
has got his "Jane's", but the sum of this factual wisdom don't help us to fly the plane (no, and it never will...) Beneath the tartan two-piece something
Stanley Brothers and then we?d go get a tape of Jim and Jesse and it was on to the Kentucky Colonels and Mack Wiseman and the New Grass Revival, Peter
Yo Abe Break me off a piece of that miracle funk! John: 2 Mother Mary got invited to a wedding Everybody's drinking, excited When all of a sudden The
a piece of- Stewie: Apple Pie! Chorus: Heas a family guy! Lois: His smileas a simple delight. Chris: He lets me see the boobies on the internet sites. Lois: Peter
skin But I'll tell you what my mother would say Somebody stole my piece of chicken But I'll tell you what my mother would say Somebody stole my piece
the seams Curves are still upon the hinge Pale zeros tinge the tiger skin Moist as grass, ripe and heavy as the night The sponge
to follow suit E7 I dashed for the swamps, the hounds in hot pursuit D a Jealously. C#7 f#m All through the night a figure of fright, as I hid
Brothers And then we?d go get a tape of Jim and Jesse And it was on to the Kentucky Colonels And Mack Wiseman and the New Grass Revival, Peter Rowan
But things didn't work out so. Sleep Late in the morning, climb up Mt. Olympia and replace a Return: But I didn't get enough good grades. My uncle Peter