In a town in southernmost Sicily Lived a family too proud to be poor In the year that fever took father away They hastened for American shores Now a mother
Felt a pang late one afternoon I was fishin' off Muir beach With Larry LaLonde And I started to chew Grabbed a tuna salad sandwich Pretty soon Ler's
Here they come Here come the bastards I heard it from a confident - Who heard it form a confidant They're definately on their way There's one with this
As I stand in the Shower Singing Opera and such Pondering the possibility that I Pull the pud too much There's a scent that fills the air Is it flatus
I just can't seem to blend Into society I have no hope for this dim Simplicity of law and order By whose rules I see no rhyme in the reason I hold no
Jerry was a race car driver And he drove so goddamned fast He never did win no checkered flag But he never did come in last Jerry was a race car driver
Shut up you bastards!
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I remember as if it were a meal ago Said, Tommy the Cat as he reeled back to clear Whatever foreign matter may have nestled its way into his mighty throat
conformity Is nipping at your nose When some trendy new atrocity Has brought you to your knees Come with us we'll sail the Seas of Cheese
Sgt. Baker is my name I'm gonna teach you how to play the game of warfare Suddenly it appears to me You got a bit much dignity For your own good, boy
My socks and shoes always match, Is it Luck? There's a foot at the end of each of my legs, Is it Luck? Well, I can play my bass for you, Is it Luck?
I've seen them out at Soco They're pounding sixteen penny nails The truckers on the interstate Have been known to ride the rails The sweat is beating
Tulkojums: Bīskaps. Jūras siera.
In a town in southernmost Sicily Lived a family too proud to be poor In the year that fever took father away They hastened for American shores Now a
Felt a pang late one afternoon I was fishin' off Muir beach With Larry LeLonde Grabbed a tuna salad sandwich And I started to chew Pretty soon Ler's
