Fatter, fatter Shake 'n bake, fatter Shake 'n bake, fatter Fatter Corndogs, pizza, coca cola Yogurt, butterscotch, granola Look at me, I'm fatter I'm
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Im Alice, this is your wonderland! Come on everybody my roller coaster is almost leavin' oooh whoohoo... And
All I'm after is to be on your winning side All I need is to be turning back the tide 'Cause I care too much for the life that I lead What you're thinking
I concede that you were right about this place I can make a perfect likeness of your body if I trace I can hold you until you turn out the light and I
I don't believe in miracles if it's all the same by you Your wishes would come true if I had my say Whether it's right or wrong, the words of every song
I was sittin' in my hotel room, strummin' my old guitar Not much to do when you're far away, playin' some smokey bar I was feelin' a little empty and
Hear the call of the ringneck loon Hear the sound, he will be home soon Hear the cry in the afternoon Ringneck Loon, he knows best He's a loon and he
Uncle Toad sittin' by the old south gate Waitin' them boys they bin stayin' out late Uncle Toad thinks, they're way out of line Maybe they think, he is
Dee dee dee, dee dee dee, dee dee dee dee I would rather be at the boathouse, out of the daily grind I'd sooner be down at the boathouse, what a way
Once upon a time I was on my own Once upon a time like you've never known Once upon a time I would be impressed Once upon a time my life would be obsessed
I've got a song that it is my mind My little love who is never unkind "I'm a poet and I'm better off dead" These are the words she said Down by the breadline
Four months ago in April On a day coach she came down And the dusty autumn winds begin to blow I should have known I couldn't hold her Livin' out so far
All the lovely ladies in their finery tonight I wish that I could know them one by one All the handsome gentlemen with loving on their minds Strolling
You are like a wish come true, I'm counting on you Through two shipwrecked eyes I've come to see Everything I had to give has been given to you Baby,
Black day in July Motor city madness has touched the countryside And through the smoke and cinders you can hear it far and wide The doors are quickly
In the early mornin' rain with a dollar in my hand With an achin' in my heart and my pockets full of sand I'm a long way from home, Lord I miss my loved
