Percy the puny poinsettia Is hanging his bloom in dismay If they had just kept him wetta He'd be a houseplant today Folks liked the other plants betta
Featuring Joe Palermo [Puni & Joe Palermo] Tras sta bucchin e vait ce burdell X 4 RIT 'Sta signorina, di tette ha la prima, ma tiene un tremendo
Puni, meglio conosciuto come il monaco faccia contro il muro niente deboli di stomaco te lo butto al culo e poi ti schizzo sull'intonaco ti piace quando
Oh no, e Puni! Mica quel cazzone di tuo figlio all'uni se suono tiro giu' il locale con le funi DrunkFunk e mo se ben ricordi scendiamo ai ferri corti
: C'etait un jour comme les autres Un jour ou tu n'etais pas la Je trainais d'une piece a l'autre Attendant je ne sais trop quoi Peut-etre toi au telephone
: Y q te tengo ahhhhhh ahhhhh te odio tanto Te odio Cuando antes yo te amaba Y te desprecio Cuando mas te deseaba Y me dejaste solo Cuando te
: [Chorus: x2] Come Mr. DJ song pon de replay Come Mr. DJ won't you turn the music up? On the gals pon the dancefloor wantin's some more Mr. DJ won't
: It's hard to see the light when the fridge door is closed. Tip-Toe down the hall, open the door, found out that God is a small sausage roll. I fall
: The rain clouds chased me down And now I hang from a thread Could you put down the scissors? It's time I pull the plug But I never learn And I never
: It's my direction It's my proposal It's so hard It's leading me astray My obsession It's my creation You'll understand It's not important now My
C'etait un jour comme les autres Un jour ou tu n'etais pas la Je trainais d'une piece a l'autre Attendant je ne sais trop quoi Peut-etre toi au telephone
Ich mag den Kuss von Dir, den Gang von Dir, mag manchmal den Gesang von Dir, das Kinn, das Haar, den Mund von Dir, ich glaub ich mag jedes Pfund von
Y q te tengo ahhhhhh ahhhhh te odio tanto Te odio Cuando antes yo te amaba Y te desprecio Cuando mas te deseaba Y me dejaste solo Cuando te
[Chorus: x2] Come Mr. DJ song pon de replay Come Mr. DJ won't you turn the music up? On the gals pon the dancefloor wantin's some more Mr. DJ won't you
It's hard to see the light when the fridge door is closed. Tip-Toe down the hall, open the door, found out that God is a small sausage roll. I fall
Lately I can't tell my friends from my enemies When it use to seem so clear I tried rebellion once and look where it's gotten me Banging apologies against
when the days get short,and the northern light plays with my mind sometimes I wonder if it's true that the skies are really full of wine and then I picture
In every hick town in Caledonia Across this pseudo nation You can see the most fucked up scum that was shat into creation Where a blue McKewan's lager
