Since you've been gone Well, I feel like I've been chewing on tinfoil Since you've been gone It's like I got a great big mouthful of cod liver oil Oh
Whatever helps you through the night My paws keep going to turn on the satellite Always look to the positive I don't feel the pain when I'm watching the
Bonjour hmmm Mauren's got five sisters They've all got ass One of them's got eyes as big a jolly ranchers Beautiful girl, she's a beautiful girl
I'll practice my fall, for practice makes perfect Chained to the wall for maximum hold The window's too far too far from my legs Open the door and let
He watches the sun rise almost every day.
Uh, I want the title Uh, I need the title Shoo do do do Shoo do do do Shoo do do do Shoo do do do Ooh Shoo do do do Shoo do do do Shoo do do do I like
Awake on my airplane, awake on my airplane My skin is bear, my skin is theirs Awake on my airplane, awake on my airplane My skin is bare, my skin is theirs
If you recall the words I used then It was before, and things are different If you look back, you'll find I warned you And it was you who chose to ignore
Spoken: Am I gonna roll? 1, 2, 3 Don't ask me why, I don't know I can't explain it in words you can say Probably lie and stay low I'll just ignore it
All the news that's made to fit And everybody has a share, you know Didn't mean to be so down I only get this way when you're around I can't change my
Tune me in to the wild side of life I'm an innocent young child sharp as a knife Take me to the garretts where the artists have died Show me the courtrooms
Candles in the window, shadows painting the ceiling, gazing at the fire glow, feeling that gingerbread feeling. Precious moments, special people, happy
We wish you a Merry Christmas, We wish you a Merry Christmas, We wish you a Merry Christmas, And a Happy New Year! We want some figgy pudding, We want
This is the fairy story of a tangerine puppet.
If I could take my floor And pull the worst from you And as I vow I push this all away Get up off this floor Give it back to you I know you wanted to
Lie awake and look through the trees, my dear, my dear I am waiting, breathe my name, my dear, my dear Drift now to sleep, fall with the rain, my dear
In a little town, many years ago Lived a puppet maker who would give a puppet show And his lifetime wish, for which he used to pray Was to hear his puppets
They fight, They bite, They bite and fight and bite, bite, bite,bite, fight, fight, fight, The Itchy and Scratchy Show