Big lizard in my backyard Can't afford to feed him anymore Big lizard in my backyard Bustin' down my neighbor's door I bought a big lizard only a dollar
译文: 死Milkmen. 大蜥蜴.
Hello, my name is Billy Bob and I don't give a damn I got myself some white sheets straight from the Ku Klux Klan I got myself a daughter and she's a
Sand is hurting my tender feet The air smells like rotting fish and solarcaine I hate the people on the beach With their towels and umbrellas, they're
She stands there on the corner, got raspberry jeans Waiting and watching, oh god, here he comes He pulls up beside her in his sporty machine Rolls down
Mom and Dad don't like me They say I'm mean and crude They tried to make me a good little boy By sticking downers in my food Fucked up world We're all
Some people believe in astrology Others believe in technology Some people believe in all those "ologies" But I believe in swordfish He believes in swordfish
Up on the hilltop where the vultures perch, That's where I'm gonna build my church, Ain't gonna be no priest, ain't gonna be no boss; Just Charles Nelson
My baby's got two hands My baby's got two feet My baby's got a forehead And all the chicken you can eat My baby's got two elbows My baby sure has a
big butcher knife Like a cheap horror movie on the silver screen The night is filled with deadly screams Would've been salesman's famous capers It even made the big
Big lizard in my backyard Can't afford to feed him anymore Big lizard in my backyard Bustin' down my neighbour's door I bought a big lizard Only a dollar
- Hey Jack, what's happenin'? - I don't know. - Well uh, rumour around town says you mighht be thinkin' 'bout goin' down to the shore. - Uh, yeah, I
Filet of sole baby Is my favourite dish Filet of sole baby When the dish is fish Cause oh, I lose control When you serve filet of sole Now you're cookin
Oh come on baby take a drink Never mind that it's a spit sink A spit sink [x2] It's nothing but a spit sink Jam Took a drink Thought I was gonna die
winding road stepping on the gas Down a winding road just daydreaming Down a winding road with the retards screaming Oh oh oh takin' retards to the zoo [x2] One of them blowing a big
Violence rules! [x5] Violence rules, guns are cool and we've got guns, in our school [x2] 20 people livin' on a desert isle They're all friendly they
The town in Georgia's got a law on the books Says if we all got guns then we won't have crooks Now what could make them think that way? What could make
It's a Friday night cookin' show With a horse-meat dish I had to stay in the freezer All Thursday eve Talkin' to that horse I really had to go Down
