The weekend is the weekend And it's sunny in the park I'll stay here with my beer and fish and chips till it gets dark I've got a lot of homework But
no fool for love songs That whisper in my ears Still crazy after all these years Still crazy after all these years Four in the morning, crapped out, yawning Longing my life
I crack one more beer And after that, I just stare in the mirror And after that, I start freakin' out What the hell am I doing with my life? Call up
this on TV/ Believe me, it's not that way, hey/ Flossin' might make it ya last day, itchin' to get it, thugstas with no pay/ Sad song, sad sad songs/
This song is for you, not for anyone else but you It's your own special song, I wrote it for you Just for you, only for you I see y'all niggaz wanna
there in the middle of the... ...if i could see anything but all I could see was... beer...a collectible...(I'm a bookworm)... ...$450 a room where I stayed...... ...Nazi's...my life
this shirt off and show this girth off It's all over but the tears, if your ho is up in here Go on throw a couple beers on my tab tadpole Life goes on
good life provided by punk Singin', singin', singin' Buy me a becks beer or pass me a bong Gimme some bushmills, I'll sing you this song Open another
're all listening to my song that's a good sign So either you bought it, it's on the radio or your friend is sayin ha ha listen to this funny song That
be able to stay home, brother You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out You will not be able to lose yourself on skag And skip out for beer
traffic lights, they blink at late night They don't want you to stop 'Cuz the streets'll be filled wit red stripes Like Jamaican beer, we fry 'em like bacon here Yo' life
all think they can handle this one man? Alright Call the radio and tell 'em this your song This your song, this your song, this your song, this your song
strip of tar I kept his word of kindness close to me Like a pick on my guitar And we talked about the singers And the songs we loved And the songs we
with a shot of ninety proof With the jukebox now in session and Haggard ringin' true Drinkin' songs and other logic get me through It's a good life here in the night life
i damn i really need a (PARTY) now that the weekend's here it's time for the cheefin and beer (ALL NIGHT ALL DAY) whether you puff or you're drinkin when life
i take you to them dirt roads deep in your southern roots When nobody said life was going to be easy and we travel to this emotional roller coaster called life
Why should I care? What does it matter to me? The myth of life is a song Nature too is the song Don't you destroy the song 'Cause when the song is gone
the house tonight (Certified Wise!) Oi, When I say Certified you say Wise we say Certified! (Wise!) Certified! (Wise!) The Certified have arrived, extraordinaire extravagant Beers
