a minute A woman that'll phunk your horn yo, gimme that phunky horn Play that phunky horn now, gimme that phunky horn Gimme that phunky horn now, gimme that phunky horn
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on and on'. "on and on and on" checkin checkin out Mr Askey's song - cos he's late sevens' captain-on-the-mic but blows the horn so fierce that the room
s interrupting my song, with an interlude can't youa??ll see I'm busy trying to balance out my chemical finishing up, what you ain't even begin to do when your backs
the country miles in his Cadillac I can tell by the way you smile, he is rolling back Come wash the nighttime clean Come grow the scorched ground green Blow the horn
ferris wheel An' the boys I sure was slick I come in like a ton of bricks Laid a few tricks on 'em Goin' back to Pittsburgh Count up to thirty Round that horn
Holding the lion's share, holding the key Holding me back 'cause I'm striving to be Better than you (Better than you) Better than you (Better than you) Lock horns
care Floss like a bunch of young black millionaires Makin' ya run, me and my dunn, stackin' my ones Floss a lil', invest up in a mutual fund Blowin' the horn
I'm not Bowze Mom, please put back the bell-bottom Brady Bunch trousers But if you don't want to I can live with that but You gotta put back the double
coming back I said a long time gone No, I ain't honked the horn Since I don?t know when long time gone And it ain't coming back again I said a long
me 'cause my syrup is so hot Put the Caddy up, start the 3 wheel Benz Hyper white lights, ultra violet lens Sumitomo tires and they gotta be run flat TV where the horn
boy All the girls hit up ya boy Take me to the car tonight In the back behind black, laid back, in your backseat Take me to the car tonight In the back behind black, laid back
night in the captain's clothes Tender horns blowin' when my jewelry froze Yo soy un disco quebrado Yo tengo chicle en mi cerebro I can't believe my way back
my back Waving the coals over the tracks Taking the knife out from the stack She's putting the blood that I had back Comin' to see it's all the same
Gotta get it, gotta get it Plastic classic Hey yo, hey yo Can't forget my plastic get down Ghost electric telephone bones Blowin' like horns about to
Verse 1: We got the horses moving we got the woofers grooving we got the waylon wailin everybody's head is bobbin I got the muffler flowin I got my horn
I'm a waste of time And all in all a waste of a living Waste of a living Can't you see me walking alone? I've been down to the horns and back And I'
um, hmm, in that case, the part of the Grandfather will be played by, huh, a bassoon.... Three French horns play the part of... uhm... three French horns