We agreed this city was like a morgue You said we should liven things up around here This is red when paint the walls with fire and pools of cream This
Every day faced with all kinda playa hatin' Why they wanna make my sanity tighten Pray, hey, hey, hey, and I got Beautiful family, a lovely wife, and my little pretty daughter
tails are all matted. their backs are all raw. (Chorus): Ride Around. Ride Around real slow. the fiery and the snuffy are rarin' to go. (Verse 2): Old Bill Brown had a daughter
to the fiery pits of hel the gates are wide open fenris will break free, splitting the skies surtr brings fire from the south ruled by the daughter
water in the draw Their tails're all matted their backs're all raw Ride around little dogies ride around slow the fiery and snuffy are raring to go Bill Johns had two daughters
Their tails are all matted, their backs are all raw Ride around little dogies, ride around them slow For the fiery and snuffy are rarin' to go Old Bill Jones had a daughter
asks "but wait, i don't know how you grow up so facety But you don't see little boy them growing up much too lazy Them want to whine and grind and then him leave you my daughter
smokey places, with passions play She lays for a man She leaves him with a fiery brand Ain't no water, cool the fire of the Devil's daughter Heaven
in the draw Their tails are all matted, their backs are all raw Ride around little dogies, ride around slow The fiery and snuffy are raring to go Well John's had two daughters
the draw Their tails are all matted Their backs are all raw Ride around Ride around real slow The fiery and the snuffy Are raring to go Old Bill Brown Had a daughter
whip But still - you disobeyed me For flouting me As any sailor knows, I'd have him keelhauled through the water But when I think What judgment to impose I only see my daughter
Let's go down to the sound tonight Tide is low and we can walk on water Reel me in under that starry light Just like a fisherman's daughter Baby when
better than me and you And then they get caught in a motel room Doing what they said not to do" "Now the murderers and the rapists they go in this fiery
Sing for me, my daughter, sing for me. When I'm away you'll be the siren that will finally lead me home. The girl around her father throws her arms to
TCBY each night with no fear. One particular starry 11 o'clock I went down by the water; an old man with a burlap bag said How you doin' my daughter.
my bills no more Well I guess All this stuff That'll befall ya and bedevil ya And try ya I'll move back in with Yaiyai My daughter, we named her Maureen
hat And I squint and I sniff as I went around Walked up the road through the woods By the pines, by the lake as I heard the sound Maria Anna Gamisou Daughter
are all matted, their backs are all raw Ride around, little dogies, ride around them slow For they're fiery and snuffy and rarin' to go Old Bill Jones had two daughters
