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The Good Old Days
Oh some times I think back to when I was younger
Life was so much simpler then
Dad would be up at dawn
He'd be watering the lawn
Or maybe going fishing again
Oh and mom would be fixing up something in the kitchen
Fresh biscuits or hot apple pie
And I'd spend all day long in the basement
Torturing rats with a hack-saw
And pulling the wings off of flies
Those were the good old days
Those were the good old days
The years go by but the memory stays
And those were the good old days
I can still remember good old Mr. Fender
Who ran the corner grocery store
Oh, he'd strolled down the aisle with a big friendly smile
And he'd say "Howdy" when you walked in the door
Always treated me nice, gave me kindly advice
I don't know why I set fire to his place
Oh I'll never forget the day I bashed in his head
Well you should've seen the look on his face
Let me tell ya now
Those were the good old days
Those were the good old days
The years go by but the memory stays
And those were the good old days
Do you remember sweet Michelle
She was my high school romance
She was fun to talk to and nice to smell
So I took her to the homecoming dance
Then I tied her to a chair and I shaved off all her hair
And I left her in the desert all alone
Well sometimes in my dreams
I can still hear the screams
Oh I wonder if she ever made it home
I tell ya
Those were the good old days
Those were the good old days
The years go by but the memory stays
And those were the good old days
Let me tell ya buddy
Those were the good old days
Those were the good old days
The years go by but the memory stays
And those were the good old days
Catering to the lowest common denominator since Feb 2003.
Let's get it started, ha
Let's get it started in here
Let's get it started, ha
Let's get it started in here
Let's get it started, ha
Let's get it started in here
And the bass keeps runnin', runnin'
And runnin', runnin'
And runnin', runnin'
And runnin', runnin'
I say, "Don't you know?"
You say you don't know
I say, "Take me out."
I say, "You don't show.
Don't move, time is slow."
I say, "Take me out."
Beverly Hills
That's where I want to be
Gimme, gimme
Living in Berevly Hills
Beverly Hills
Rolling like a celebrity
Gimme, gimme
Living in Berevly Hills
And birds go flying at the speed of sound
To show you how it all began
Birds came flying from the underground
If you could see it then you'd understand
And we'll all float on okay
And we'll all float on
All right already
We'll all float on
Now don't you worry
We'll all float on
All right
(bah ba bop bop ba bah)Feel good
(bop ba bah da dah) Feel good
(bah ba bop bop ba bah)Feel good
(Ba Da Da)
Don't you wish your girlfriend was hot like me?
Don't you wish your girlfriend was a freak like me?
Don't cha?
Don't cha?
Don't you wish your girlfriend was raw like me?
Don't you wish your girlfriend was fun like me?
Don't cha?
Don't cha, don't cha, don't cha?
Somebody told me
You had a boyfriend
Who looked like a girlfriend
That I had in February of last year
It's not confidential
Well, I've got potential
A rushin', a rushin' around
Hey
Hey
Hey
I'll take you to the candy shop
I'll let you lick the lollipop
Go 'head girl, don't you stop
Keep goin' 'til you hit the spot, whoa!
I'll take you to the candy shop, yeah
Boy, one taste of what we got, uh-huh
We'll have you spendin' all you got, come on
Keep goin' 'til you hit the spot, whoa!
When the pimp's in the crib, ma
Drop it like it's hot
Drop it like it's hot
Drop it like it's hot
When the pigs try to get at you
Park it like it's hot
Park it like it's hot
Come Mr. DJ, song pon da replay
Come Mr. DJ, won't you turn the music up?
All the gyal pon the floor wantin' some more what
Come Mr. DJ, won't you turn the music up?
Hey mister
Please, Mr. DJ
Tell me if you hear me
Turn the music up
She take my money (she take my money)
When I'm in need (when I'm in need)
Yeah, she's a triflin' friend indeed (friend indeed)
Oh, she's a gold digger (ooh)
Way over town (way over town)
That digs on me
Hey, Hey!
Now, I ain't sayin' she's a gold digger
But she ain't messin' with no broke, broke
Now, I ain't sayin' she's a gold digger
But she ain't messin' with no broke, broke
Get down, girl, go 'head, get down (I gotta leave)
Get down, girl, go 'head, get down (I gotta leave)
Get down, girl, go 'head, get down (I gotta leave)
Get down, girl, go 'head
But I ain't sayin' she's a
Gold, gold digger
Gold, gold digger
Gold, gold digger