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Cledus T Judd T

death The only who doesn't know is you here's some gum to chew Baby there's no way you're kissing me What you have for lunch? Don't you ever brush? Maybe

always breakin' I can't hear nothin' Hey, what did you say? I know you can't hear me There ain't no use in listenin' I can't tell what you're sayin'

tried self tanning cream, it turned my skin green Uh, you know the directions, uh, said that it might Well its a mystery to me, why she don't like Cledus T

New lyrics by Cledus T. Judd and Cris Clark, La-Po Music (BMI)/Chris Clark Publishing Designee. This is what Cledus T. wants... If Shania was mine Wouldn't

She cooks with lard, loves hot food bars A quart of sweet tea, and fried pork skins Can't get enough, eat still she's stuffed Goes to the bathroom, then

voice, her hair's fallin' out And ain't nobody clappin' So she thinks she'll shape her head Buy a boom box just turn to rappin' She can't keep up With

they open their mouth You can't believe it when you hear it What they let come rollin' out Don't know, why they're so super-hateful? Ain't like they'

chance I moved the microphone around the back of my pants would they all laugh I didn't know I bent down and let it go (farts) (in backgroud) ole cledus

good time out there Don't forget about your waitresses and a coming up next We got Sheena on the main stage Athena on the disco and don't forget we