chuckle of my neighborhood I'm one of them midnight creeps at dennys Talking to myself and lickin' my pennys I got a french fry hangin' out of my beard Don't go near that guy
here to team number 2 Twiztid are you ready? Man fuck you we ready Do you have a song selected? Yeah we got a song What you wanna go with Man it don'
on Ha, you can't handle the whole weight Skin needs lotion, teeth need Colgate Wise up, you little burnt up French fry I'm that type of guy and I slammed
telling me That I'm missing out on the fun 'Cause I don't go anywhere And I don't meet anyone But I know how rumors fly When you're a lonely guy And
Don't come fallin' from the sky Raise your glasses to the doctor To a stand up guy When the monkey shine is flyin' And he's promisin' the cure He says the French
ignition Sure, the sugar-babies wanna give you a chance With the French "Savior Faire" and the sexy dance But is she really fly, or is she a guy? I
Hey Steve, hey Ed, that sounds nice, what is it? Thank you, it?s a, it's an alphabet song I?m working on Oh great, a whole new alphabet, I just learned
Mothers of Invention . . . 3:20 Guy From Alabama: You wanna have a circle-jerk? Aynsley: The who? Guy From Alabama: Circle-jerk. Aynsley: A circle jerk? What's that? Guy
a guy? My guy. Speak your french Dream guy. I wanna guy Who's hot as me Who has ashley angel In his family. Who can move and groove To the hip-hop-bop My guy
be a true nerd guy Make up your mind guy, now you're the mr. get high guy If you ever step to me you'll think french because you're fuckin fried In the
overrated blocky, a kinky batch of pudding, yeah Garbage dump, pumpkin rot and candy apple gray Werewolf in the flowerbed, perfect day for lucky guy This song
, Hey, for the people in The third world... We haven't forgotten Anybody on this Song...for all of you French people...who Think that you're outta Sight
cop. (sung) The last time I saw Paris, her trees were dressed for spring. Chorus: And lovers walked beneath the trees, and birds found songs to sing (spoken) French
GROUP: AH, AH, AH, AH,AH, AH, AH AH, AH, AH, AH,AH, AH, AH BOB G.: That's our song. "Oh What A Night" "Se Souir el La". French. Number one in Paris
of the prom Ive been an alcholic since my first tour in nam. I asked janie to the prom and she doesnt know why Im only in this song because im a black guy
and ate-Potato chips and ketchup Bake sized french fries how they love Tomatoes So dress em up with Heinz Ketchup- (Ketchup luvs Potatoes)X2 And so this guy
Hey Steve, hey Ed, that sounds nice, what is it? Thank you, it's a, it's an alphabet song I'm working on Oh great, a whole new alphabet, I just learned
are overrated blocky A kinky batch of pudding, yay Garbage dump, pumpkin rot And candy apple gray Werewolf in the flowerbed Perfect day for lucky guy This song
