Guns Under the Counter "Well, good for you. But we have something too." So said my aunt A bowling alley and lunch counter Filled with fellas on their
Gale, gale blow Gale, gale blow My umbrella can't take it you know Been caught in a hail storm A blizzard, tornado's nose But nothing, no nothing Can
At 4 o'clock Just after work I got my check I held my breath The phone rings tell 'em I ain't never here The overunder Made a blunder I gave my cell phone
I slit my wrists with my swingline Copied myself 500 times I pierced my ears with a 3-hole punch Ate 12 dozen donuts for lunch But next week I'm a walk
In my little thatched hut In my little thatched hut Where blue-green grass grows by the brook I lounge and i look (i lounge and i look, i lounge and
I'm in no mood I'm in no mood to comb my hair There's a chill in the air And it's catching Catching I'm in no mood to comb my hair There's a chill
I'm Leaving ( Sunday Nights - The Songs of Junior Kimbrough ) Well, I'm leaving, I'm leaving, I'm leaving I'm leaving you babe I'm going Well, I'm
I pulled my kerchief out of my pocket Wiped my nose and said hello I bought a tambourine at the millennium dome It jangled 2000 times in a row I caught
In the cracker barrel dumpster I found a bag: Red-white striped, I opened it - gag: Mummy day Pizarro dressed in a Inca rag Call on in to work quick Tell
Nevers There's a town i know called nevers No nevers Never wasn't was what it weren't When it wasn't once. Knew nevers Knew nevers Nothing never i
I once had a girl, or should I say, she once had me She showed me her room, isn't it good, Norwegian wood? She asked me to stay and she told me to sit
Came a card marked Mason City From my forwarder. Shut the door, don't let my dad see; Read aloud dear sir: Understanding you account an upright gent-
Oh sweet woods I was in tahoe, on the california side Waiting in the lobby at 665 1/2 frontage road When two extra-blond, short-sleeve, button-down White
One More Time ( Uncut - White Riot: A Tribute To The Clash Volume 1 ) Must I get a witness? for all this misery There's no need to, brothers everybody
At last when the choice was neither nor, Bottom of the bay we're set ashore. Went into town beg what we lack: 200 stripes on horseback. Wearing my yellow
I kicked my dog I was mean to him before I guess that's why he walked out my door. I really wish I could see him some more. I looked under the mats and
Ray Bouvier made me shoot the shoe He won the local lottery and took us out We put a barricade down the middle of the bed But that didn't stop me from
Police sweater blood vow Forget the dogs and forget the sheep It's only you who affects me On the fun fair track road and helter skelter fall On my ice